I hid behind, wanting to see if this extremely simple girl would be sad for me.

She stood in front of the sea of ​​fire, waved her hand, and the little golden snake, awakened by the scorching fire, killed those people as quickly as lightning. It was indeed a good thing.

However, I did not expect that she would say that she would stay with me for the rest of her life. Even the infinite temptation of the power of the palace was nothing. I watched her kneeling in front of the ruins in the heavy rain, digging up my body in order to find it.

The bones of one hand were exposed.

I don't know what I was thinking, it seemed like I was slightly trembling, but also like I was disdainful.

I touched my face. Is this face really so useful that it can charm her for life and death in just one night? No, I no longer need feelings. Feelings are just a burden.

My senior sister gave me four years of tenderness, but she smiled and said it was just that her face was too beautiful.

My master was very considerate of me, but he had such dirty intentions.

Love is really nothing. How can this day compare to four years? I sighed in my heart, girl, what should I trust you with?

However, I am still happy because after I die, someone is at least willing to cry for me.

I turned around and disappeared into the rainy night. The next day, I knew that I had an extra soul: my late husband Feng Wuya. And she claimed to be my widow.

I actually have a wife, what a magical thing.

I watched her forcing others to wear sackcloth and mourning for me, and watched her holding my coffin and praying lowly. I suddenly realized that sometimes, she was not so stupid as to run over with just a flick of my finger.

So who can tell me, apart from this face, what else does she covet from me?

I watched her get on the prince's carriage, perhaps saying goodbye to the palace forever, so I couldn't help but quietly followed behind. I told myself that I didn't like this ugly girl, I just wanted to imitate how she behaved in the heavy rain.

The art of repelling snakes.

With such a result that I couldn't even deceive myself, I was curious in my heart whether she would really hold my memorial tablet and go to the church. Haha, where is my wife, my widow.
Chapter completed!