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Chapter 193 Reunion

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    At this time, hundreds of years have passed since the parting of Zhenshuangliu and Quesangjiang.

    In the past, there was a lover who had been separated for ten years, and wrote the words "Even if we meet again, we should not know each other, our face is covered with dust, and our temples are like frost" to express our grief.

    Now the two of them have been separated by life and death for hundreds of years, one is depressed and heartbroken, life is better than death, the other is wiped out, and now there are only ghosts left, and they are no longer the youthful youth in the past.  The years have left deep imprints on them, and the changes are more than just dust and temples.

    At this moment, Que Cangjiang can only use the sound of the wind to tap out the two words engraved in his heart on his fingertips even with the name of his loved one.  But even so, Zhen Shuangliu still froze on the scene when he heard the call.

    However, Cangjiang no longer has the body of a living person, lost the throat that can laugh and sing, and does not even have the warmth of a living person on his body.  He looked like just a dark blurred shadow¡ªhundreds of scarecrows could be made in a quarter of an hour of practice, and every shadow cast on the wall in the sun was exactly like him.  But Zhen Shuangliu could still recognize him at a glance, just by a single shadow.

    That is his Cangjiang.  If there is a dream in the reincarnation in the middle of the night, ninety-nine out of the one hundred dreams are him; on weekdays, looking at the morning and evening sunset alone, I have outlined thousands of hopes for a reunion with him in my mind.

    Maybe it was all the idiotic dream and wishful thinking when he was alone in the manifold, but he still couldn't help thinking: If there is an afterlife, if he can go back to the past time, if there is really reincarnation in the world then he will see the world again  Jiang Shi, what should it look like?

    Even at that time Zhenshuangliu was already degenerate and had gray hair, but Que Cangjiang was in his prime No, he doesn't need to be a prime of life, even if he was just a newly born baby, as long as Zhenshuangliu looked at Que Cangjiang again  On the one hand, as long as he can see the living Cangjiang again in this life

    There is no as long as, no if, no if.  Everything is just Zhen Shuangliu's wishful thinking.

    However, Zhen Shuangliu had many such pure delusions.

    Cangjiang can be attached to a big tree. Of course, a grass or a flower, even if it really resembles his name, turns into a surging Cangjiang.  There are remnants left in this world, and Zhenshuangliu is content.  The existence of Cangjiang's remnant soul can be ignorant, ignorant for life, and weak in perception, but it is best to grow in a sunny place-Cangjiang has always liked the sun.

    Of course, he also imagined that the Cangjiang River would be a lonely goshawk flying over his head one time, a ray of breeze blowing across his cheeks, a sudden movement in his heart at a certain time, and a lingering look in his eyes.  Duo Xuelang As for the fact that Cangjiang's soul could appear in front of him completely, he had to secretly think about it in his most beautiful and deepest dreams during the first hundred years of Zhenshuangliu.

    The black figure was facing Zhenshuangliu like this, he raised his hand slightly in the direction of Zhenshuangliu, tapped his index finger and middle finger in the air, and said Zhenshuangliu's name again.

    "Frost flow?"

    Pillow cream burst into tears.

    He is no longer young, and even his tears are no longer as clear and clean as when he was young. They can only be called the two lines of turbid tears of a middle-aged man full of years of bitterness and despair.  But even such tears can still extinguish the paranoid and mean-spirited gloomy eyes that have been in Zhen Shuangliu's eyes for many years.

    Que Cangjiang, who suddenly appeared in the center of the main hall, was neither human nor ghost, and his whole body was also gloomy and gloomy. Even if he appeared in the most unrefined small mountain temple in the world, he was only worthy of being invited by Taoist priests to splash the blood of a black dog.  Don't even think about eating incense and making offerings.

    But it is such a Que Cangjiang that still makes Zhen Shuangliu feel ashamed.  His cold and trembling fingers tried to touch the dark shadow of the Cangjiang River, but they retracted just half way up.

    He still had a little Han Qianling's blood on his hands.

    But Cangjiang lowered his head slightly, playing the foley of laughter in the wind.  I haven't seen him for a hundred years, and he seems to be a little rusty in conversation, but since the relationship has not changed, no matter how much we get along, there will only be happiness.

    "Do you still remember?" But Cangjiang's simulated human voice this time is the softness that Luo Jiujiang and him have not been able to hear even after more than ten days of cross talk: "It's the same as that time."

    Yes, same as then.

    Hundreds of years ago, Zhenshuangliu was not called Zhenshuangliu, but an ordinary killer under the seat of the old spirit snake, sorted as "Bing Twenty-Three".  In a new mission, his hands were covered with dried blood scabs, and he wanted to wash off by the stream, but happened to meet Que Cangjiang who had sneaked into the Spirit Snake Realm.

    "You're right. It's the same as that time, you still remember it. ?Her own secret And not long ago, she had repeatedly expressed a little concern for Luo Jiujiang to him.

    Han Qianling said silently: "It looks familiar."

    Feng Xue laughed happily, and she let out a long breath, feeling that the gloom that had been stuck in her chest for so long was completely released: "Phew - it's really gratifying."

    Han Qianling: ""

    Feng Xue waved desperately at Xiaoren: "Xiaoren, come here, come here."

    Without saying a word, Xiao Ren appeared beside Feng Xue in the blink of an eye.

    Feng Xue held Xiao Ren's hand, took a deep breath contentedly, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

    Han Qianling: ""

    As the number one all-purpose chief executive beside Zhen Shuangliu, Bai Lianyi has a pair of eyes to see the world.  He watched coldly for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to Zi Duan as a gesture.

    "Ninth brother."

    Zi Duan, who was guarding the entrance of the hall, frowned, and walked over inexplicably with a confused expression on his face.

    "Brother called me?"

    "En." Bai Lian turned his angle to a direction facing Han Qianling, then put his arm on his shoulder, and slowly showed a friendly smile at Han Qianling.

    Han Qianling: ""

    Sometimes, Han Qianling would still feel that even if he didn't mention the malicious legacy left to him by the Dragon God, it was reasonable for him to hate this world.

    After all, the world is really not very kind to him.

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