The Rebirth of the National Goddess

The Zhao Yiling at this time is no longer the Zhao Yiling at that time.

She has made enough preparations to deal with Chu Jin, and she still holds two trump cards in her hand.

Two trump cards are enough to make Chu Jin fall into the abyss of hell.

Zhao Yiling not only wanted to take away everything that belonged to Chu Jin, but also let her try the pain of ruining her appearance, skinning her skin and bones.

Zhao Yiling wants everyone to know that no matter which world she is in, she can live a prosperous life.

She was destined to be the one who received all the attention.

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Chu Jin wandered under the night, walking aimlessly forward, half of the revenge plan was completed, now there is only one Shen Lingtian left, the plan is still going on, and the day when Shen Lingtian will be ruined is not far away.

However, she did not feel a sense of relief, nor did she feel the slightest pleasure of getting revenge.

She came here for revenge, and now that she has fulfilled her previous wish, her life seems to have lost its meaning.

Next, what should she do.

Where are you going?

What is left of her life.

At first, she was Qin Jie.

In the end, Qin Jie died and she became Chu Jin.

Chu brocade.

She has gained a lot in this capacity.

Family, love, friendship, classmate love.

Also comes with a vest: Tarot Master.

But do these things really belong to her?

If one day, she loses this body, who is she?

An emotion close to sadness spread throughout the body.

...

"Brother Jin," Ah Zi said worriedly, sensing the change in the host's mood.

In fact, Ah Zi wants to say that there are still many beautiful people and things in this world.

However, this is the host's catastrophe, and she must face it by herself.

One thought of life, one thought of death.

One-line demon, one-line Buddha.

Life or death, Buddha or demon, all in her mind.

Of course, she faced more than these.

"I'm fine," Chu Jin said lightly, looking at Lu Yan's limping back, with clear eyes and normal expression.

Ah Zi then said, "Brother Jin, tomorrow is very short, don't think too much." Tomorrow is very short, you should cherish life, because only one day later you will find that every minute you wasted when you were young is worthless. It is what you miss when you are old.

"En." Chu Jin pursed her lips, Ruyu's facial features were hidden under the night, looking a little hazy.

There is no moon and no stars in the sky.

The night was very heavy.

He could only rely on the dim light of the street lamps to see the surrounding scene clearly.

Chu Jin walked step by step, his steps seemed to be unhappy, but in fact, every step was full of wind.

Unknowingly, she stopped at the entrance of a cemetery.

Qingfeng Cemetery.

The cemetery at night was quiet, and there was no one around. Occasionally, there were a few unknown noises.

Qingfeng Cemetery is her burial place.

In that man-made fire, her only remaining skeleton was buried here.

This is the first time she has set foot here since her rebirth.

She walked forward slowly, when the breeze picked up, the black and beautiful black hair was blown, intertwined in the air, the collision of black and white was so shockingly beautiful.

Not long after entering the cemetery, Chu Jin saw a tall figure standing in front of the tombstone.

Chu Jin stopped, raised his eyes and looked over there. There were several graves between them, about seven or eight hundred meters away.

According to the figure, it can be seen that it is a man, a mysterious man.

It was obviously a hot summer, but he was wearing a knee-length black windbreaker, a pair of black boots under his feet, and a black hat on his head, which covered his facial features, leaving only a thin jaw and a slightly protruding chin. Adam's apple.

There was a chilling aura all around him.

Daunting.

Obviously he couldn't see that person's facial features clearly, but Chu Jin subconsciously felt that the person was very familiar.

Behind him was a woman in blue. The woman was tall and slender. Although her facial features were not in junior high school, she had a clean and pure temperament.

With just one glance, it can be seen that this man and woman are not ordinary people.

The two of them just stood in front of the tombstone, neither of them spoke. After a while, the man reached out to take the bouquet of flowers handed over by the woman, and placed it in front of the tombstone. Immediately, he bowed deeply.

It was a bunch of gorgeous peonies, blooming in the night, so beautiful, showing the true colors of the king of flowers.

In her previous life, her favorite was peony.

Lotus is noble.

Mei proud.

Lan Xiande.

Ju Gaojie.

But she only loves peonies, the true national beauty of peonies, and the blooming of peonies. Peonies don't need gorgeous rhetoric to package them, and they can make people fall in love at first sight.

The world says that peonies are too vulgar.

But she fell in love with the vulgarity of peonies. Only vulgarity can be real, and only vulgarity can be the king of flowers.

It's just that not many people know that she likes Peony, even some of my close friends don't know, how does this strange man know?

I don't know these two people in front of me, and I have never seen them before.

Chu Jin frowned slightly, looking at the two people in front of the tomb, his eyes were full of thoughts. In his previous life, he was a master of literature and had accumulated a lot of fans. Could it be that these two are his fans...

But, it doesn't look like it.

Who are they... exactly?

Chu Jin stood there far away, even though it was a long distance away, she could still feel the sadness coming from that man.

Powerlessness, remorse, depression...

"Xuanyuan, it's getting late." The woman in blue behind the man reminded her with a calm tone. Compared with the man's emotions, women are obviously much calmer.

That's right, these two are Ling Que and Xuanyuan Shangchen.

Since Ling Que pierced the window paper that day, the relationship between the two has not changed significantly, the way of getting along is still the same as before, Xuanyuan Shangchen still only has that person in his heart, and Ling Que... still only loves him.

Unfortunately, Xuanyuan Shangchen couldn't see it.

"You go back first," Xuanyuan Shangchen said softly, his voice was a bit muddy and hoarse.

Two voices, one male and one female.

It fell into Chu Jin's ears, it seemed so strange, she was sure that she didn't know any of them.

"I'll accompany you." Ling Que didn't say much, but said these three words slowly.

In her life, she was ultimately defeated by the word 'Jun Huang'.

Xuanyuan Shangchen became obsessed with love, and became terminally ill.

And she, after all, is not stuck in the mud, unable to extricate herself.

If possible, she would rather pretend to have never lived.

Chu Jin's ears moved slightly, and she took the conversation here verbatim into her ears. Listening to the conversation between the two, she seemed to be an old acquaintance with her, but she had never seen them before, and there seemed to be something in the back of her mind. A memory is forgotten.

"Ah Zi, who are they?" Chu Jin said quietly, using his consciousness to communicate with Ah Zi in Zilei Space.

For some reason, Chu Jin remembered the warning from the system again.

Heaven's backlash.

And the words of Zhang Linzi and Qin Qingcheng.

She is a person abandoned by heaven.

Is all this related to the two people in front of me?

"Brother Jin, I'm sorry," Ah Zi frowned slightly, and continued, "I can't find out who they are either."

There are really more and more big bosses in human society.

For the first time, Ah Zi felt her insignificance.

"However, one thing is certain is that they have no malice towards you, and they are not bad people. Don't worry." The only thing he can tell as a man is that these two people are not bad people.

Chu Jin narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the handsome silhouette not far away, no emotion could be seen in the bottomless peach blossom eyes.

"Wait for me." The man stood under the darkness, staring fixedly at the tombstone in front of him, his eyes fixed on the faded photo.

The man in the photo still smiled, and there was a little red mole on the tip of his left eyebrow, which added a bit of brilliance to his plain face.

Then the man, as if he had made a decision, bowed deeply towards the cold tombstone.

The back of the man turned to leave with a touch of loneliness that is unmatched in the world.

The wind seemed to be getting stronger, rolling up pieces of residual leaves on the ground, and the residual leaves and the breeze were obsessively entangled in mid-air, refusing to fall no matter what.

I don't know whether it was Qingfeng Wuxin or the remnant leaves ruthless in the end.

Chu Jin only felt that his vision had gradually blurred, and an inexplicable sadness swept over his whole body.

The moment the man turned to leave, the woman in blue who was following behind him slightly raised her eyes and looked in Chu Jin's direction, with an obvious arc raised at the corner of her mouth.

The visitor is not good.

These four words suddenly appeared in Chu Jin's mind.

The woman in blue had obviously found herself a long time ago.

Chu Jin raised his chin lightly, met the almost provocative eyes of the woman in blue, and did not dodge or dodge, showing his domineering demeanor.

The woman in blue looked stunned for a few seconds, then quickly withdrew her gaze and hurriedly followed the man's footsteps.

Chu Jin became even more curious about the identities of these two people.

The figures of the two walked further and further away until they disappeared into the night, and then Chu Jin walked towards the tomb.

Walking to his own grave and stopping, the white dress has merged with the night.

Go to your own grave,

This is something she never thought about.

A sour emotion slowly faded away.

How ironic.

Looking at the plain face on the tombstone, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It was a faint smile, with a hint of sarcasm.

The sarcasm gradually faded away, and the black and white pupils were gradually stained with an almost dangerous sternness.

The red mole on the tip of the left eyebrow showed infinite elegance in the night.

If you look carefully, you will find that the position of the red mole on the tip of Chu Jin's eyebrow is exactly the same as that of the person in the photo, almost exactly the same.

It was already midnight when Chu Jin left.

She wandered slowly on the street alone.

It was getting dark, and there were almost no one else on the street except for a few drunken punks.

She had a pretty face, so she naturally attracted the wretched eyes of the punks, but no one dared to really approach her.

When passing by a barbecue stall, Chu Jin went to buy three cans of cold beer.

For some reason, I suddenly wanted to drink very much.

Get drunk.

Wine can solve a thousand worries.

The cold beer entered her throat, which was unusually cool and comfortable. Chu Jin drank while walking.

Regardless of whether it was in the previous life or in this life, she was not an alcoholic, and she was also extremely sensitive to alcohol. Therefore, after drinking a can of beer, Ruyu's face was slightly blush, and her steps were a little weak.

Behind her, there are a few young men who are not far or close. Beautiful women are rare, and beautiful and drunk women are even rarer.

They are all waiting for an opportunity.

Like hungry wolves, they hungrily stared at the girl in front of them.

Just at this time.

With a 'chi', a black Rolls Royce stopped in front of the girl in white.

At this time, Chu Jin had already drank two cans of beer. For a person who usually does not drink alcohol, after drinking two cans of beer, his body has reached its limit, and his feet tremble as if he is stepping on cotton.

Chu Jin casually threw away the empty wine bottle in his hand, kicked towards the obstacle in front, and said very dissatisfied, "Dare to drive a tractor! Don't you know this is a sidewalk?" Drunk people have no logic at all.

The owner of the 'tractor' leaned out of the car, looked at Chu Jin with a gloomy face, and said in a cold tone, "Why are you drinking? Huh?"

At this time, where does he know who the person in front of him is, and he is annoyed that that bastard is so blind that he is driving a tractor towards the sidewalk!

Almost hit her!

"Is this tractor yours?" Chu Jin raised his foot again and kicked the door of the Rolls-Royce, leaving two footprints on the brand new door.

Mr. Mo looked at her, and cooperated with her solemnly, "It's mine, what do you want?"

"I..." Before he finished speaking, Chu Jin burped, and a strong smell of alcohol sprayed on the face of the man opposite, "Forget it, brother, I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to talk to you Care about, but you remember, don't drive a tractor for speeding next time, it's too dangerous..."

The Rolls-Royce on the side: The baby is wronged, but the baby doesn't say anything.

A drunk person not only has no logic at all, but also talks a lot.

Chu Jin was chattering and educating the ignorant tractor owner when the man suddenly took the bottle from her hand and sighed, "Do you still know who I am?"

Chu Jin shook his head, looked at the man in front of him, and tried his best to identify him, "Hey, why do I think you look so familiar? Do we know each other? Who are you..." Chu Jin tilted his head. The delicate peach blossom eyes were shining brightly in the night, and they were particularly eye-catching. His figure was reflected in her eyes, which made the man feel dazed for a moment.

"Ah!" Chu Jin pointed at him and suddenly laughed, "I remembered, you look like my dad!"

The girl smiled and suddenly burst into tears, and hugged the man in front of her, "Dad, I miss you so much..."

Mr. Mo: "..." He really provoked an ancestor!

After crying for a while, the girl suddenly let go of him, wiped her eyes, "No, you are not my dad!"

Mr. Mo lowered his eyebrows.

Well, this ancestor has finally come to his senses, it is impossible for a young man like him to look like her father no matter what!

While Mr. Mo lowered his eyebrows, Chu Jin continued, "My dad wouldn't drive such a low-level tractor!" His tone was extremely disgusting.

Mr. Mo: "..." The drunken girl looks completely different at ordinary times, her complexion is a little reddish, and there is a bit of agility in her tenderness, which is amazing.

Mr. Mo looked at her and asked mysteriously, "Do you want to know who I am?"

"Think." The girl turned into a curious baby and nodded hastily.

"Then give me a kiss." Mr. Mo looked as usual, his delicate facial features, as carved by God himself, appeared under the street lights, his thin lips curled up slightly, even a drunk Chu Jin couldn't resist His powerful and prosperous beauty.

"You don't care what you say!" The girl kicked him directly, "You are disrespectful!"

The kick was so strong that Mr. Mo let out a muffled groan.

Mr. Mo's expression was as usual, and he talked silently three times in his heart, "This is my own daughter-in-law, spoiled, spoiled."

"Forget it if you don't tell me, I'm too lazy to know." Chu Jin bypassed Mr. Mo and walked forward unsteadily.

Mr. Mo strode forward, grabbed her wrist, and with a strong pull, pulled the man into his arms, staring at those delicate and seductive peach blossom eyes, and said word by word, "I am you!" fiancé!"

"puff!"

But the girl laughed outright, pointed at Mr. Mo and said, "You're lying, I don't have a fiancé as old as you."