Hand over the rivers and mountains to please you: wrong to be the emperor's wife

Chapter 200 Actually Abandoning Himself and Running Away.

Sitting down on the spot, Bei Yue propped her head angrily, but she didn't believe that Bei Xuanming dared not come back to her.

Involuntarily, he leaned against the tree and fell asleep.

Jiang Yuan sighed deeply, and finally understood her situation. For some reason, her soul ran back to when Bei Yue was seven years old.

That Bei Xuanming is the current little Zhengtai.

The difference is that her soul is all imprisoned in Beiyue's body, and she can only watch what she does, but she can't say or move.

I don't know why God arranged it like this.

Perhaps, it is to let her find the answer.

In the past, she had been subconsciously curious about what happened to Bei Yue and Qi Xuanzuo.

Now... I can actually watch it with my own eyes from the beginning to the end. I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.

The self before coma was obviously with Qi Xuanzuo...

But after she accepted her time travel, this kind of thing is not difficult to accept, just treat it as a drama.

This time, it's still a good show.

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"Aqiu-"

Bei Yue sneezed suddenly, feeling cold all over, and then woke up slowly, but her head was dizzy.

It was completely dark, and the forest was so gloomy that you couldn't see your fingers.

Bei Yue was really frightened this time, but her anger also burned fiercely.

Bei Xuanming... actually really left himself and ran away.

asshole.

Bei Yue cursed secretly, but after all, she didn't dare to stay alone in this terrible forest.

He took out a large luminous pearl from his pocket, and the luminous pearl emitted a faint light, illuminating the surroundings.

She walked slowly along the road in her memory.

But after walking for half an hour, Bei Yue circled back to the original place.

The peach blossom trees all around seem to look the same, and they can't get out no matter what.

Bei Yue was so angry that he had already cut Bei Xuanming into pieces in his heart, and then he would cut him into pieces again.

At the moment, I resolutely chose a direction and walked straight there, neither turning nor retreating.

Peach blossom trees are getting rarer and rarer, the fragrance in the air is getting stronger and stronger, and there are many petals floating around, one after another.

(End of this chapter)