Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

It's not the way an eminent monk should look at a ghost, nor the way an eminent monk should look at all living beings.

It's the way you look at your sweetheart.

Rong Shen's heart is an unspeakable feeling. She looks at Cheng Xiu with complicated eyes and hears her own voice. She lazily asks Cheng Xiu, "is your soul in this wood?"

"Well." Cheng Xiu answers. He hands something to Rong Shen with soft eyes.

Let deep dun for a while, or hand over, just slightly drooping eyes, can't see what redundant expression on the face.

"Anything else?" Rong Shen puts things into the space and lazily looks at Cheng Xiu.

Cheng Xiu's eyes were dim, but the flash was gone. He put his hands together and nodded slightly toward Rong Shen. As he turned to leave, he suddenly said, "I hope we can see you again soon."

Rong Shen chuckled, but didn't find the deep meaning in Cheng Xiu's eyes. She said, "at least we won't see each other for a thousand years."

Because she's going to sleep.

Cheng Xiu was a little stunned, and then laughed. He said, "I'll see you again."

Then he turned and left.

Not long after Cheng Xiu left, Rong Shen lay in the dark red coffin. This sleep lasted more than a thousand years.

Rongshen closes her eyes hard. When she opens them again, she sees Cheng Xiu sitting beside him. The tea in her hand is still foggy. She opens her lips, and suddenly she can't speak.

Rong thought a lot.

When I first met Cheng Xiu, the golden light in his brow let her know that the monk was destined to become a Buddha, but just the memory let her know that Cheng Xiu's Buddhism was broken.

Broken in her body, and she, especially do not know.

However, Rong Shen still didn't understand why Cheng Xiu took his own soul and put it into reincarnation.

"What's the matter?" Cheng Xiu doesn't know what Rong Shen has thought of. When he sees that Rong Shen has been looking at himself since he opened his eyes, his eyes are coagulating and he asks her in a voice.

Rong Shen purses her lips and reaches out to Cheng Xiu. What lies in her palm is the wood that raises the soul.

"It's time to give back the things you've let me keep for so long." She said softly.

Cheng Xiu was slightly stunned. His eyes swept over the yanghun wood in her palm, but he didn't reach out to pick it up. Instead, he raised his lips and showed a light smile. He said, "you remember."

It's just the tone of the statement.

Rong Shen nodded and handed the spirit tree in his palm to him.

This time, Cheng Xiu still reaches out and takes the wood. When the wood reaches his hand, a tiny white light comes out and flies in front of Cheng Xiu's eyes. Finally, it seems that he has found his own place and plunges into Cheng Xiu's eyebrows.

Cheng Xiu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the breath would be more stable.

"Why did you give this to me?" Rong Shen saw that his soul finally returned to its original position and asked the biggest doubt in his heart.

She saw Cheng Xiu's affection for herself at that time, but why? She still didn't quite understand why Cheng Xiu put his own wisp of soul in the spirit tree and gave it to him.

Cheng Xiu puts away Yang hunmu. When he hears her question, his eyes move. He doesn't tell Rong Shen why.

He just said, "it's all in the past. Anyway, I've got the results I want. Isn't that good?"

Rong Shending looks at him. When Cheng Xiu subconsciously clenches the palm of her hand, she opens her eyes and turns to walk in front of the yard, leaving a sentence: "whatever you want."