Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

Chapter 428: reality (1)

Chapter 428 Reality (1)

Qin Qiu: "???"

Ye Yuxuan's expression cramped? Why is this expression?

Facial paralysis for too long and finally got facial expression tics?

Qin Qiu said cautiously: "Have you become a religious believer recently?"

The soul has jumped out, the next sentence is not God creating the world.

Ye Yuxuan lowered his head quietly, but stared at the hospital with a pair of dark eyes.

"I know her name now."

Qin Qiu couldn't react for a while, "Who?"

Ye Yuxuan murmured softly, "Weiwei, Bai Weiwei..."

These words were lightly bitten on her lips, with a few traces of lingering and persistent affection.

"I saw it, on the Sansheng Stone, her name is clearly written on it."

On the Sansheng Stone, the names of Ji Yongchuan and Bai Weiwei covered the entire stone, densely packed.

It’s all about the man in the dream, with one stroke of your finger.

Every word is bloody, crazy and sad.

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Blood-red mist filled the air, and a cold ghostly air wrapped around the entire Naihe Bridge.

When the ghosts cross the bridge, they are all trembling.

On the Sansheng Stone, the **** strokes covered the entire blue-gray stone.

Over the years, the stone has almost turned blood brown.

Meng Po weighed the portion of Meng Po soup with a spoon, "It's not enough, you should queue up."

This remark made all the ghosts in line resentful.

But Meng Po's words made all the ghosts lose their voices.

"Mengpo's soup was taken away by the ghost king, and my old woman has no choice but to boil it day and night."

A new ghost was puzzled: "Why does the king of ghosts need so much Mengpo soup?"

Grandma Meng raised her old eyes and looked at Wangchuanhe, "Everyone says that you can't be reincarnated. If you don't reincarnate and soak in Wangchuan River for a thousand years, you can get love for a lifetime for an infatuated ghost."

In the blood-colored river, a tall and slender figure stood in the middle of the river.

The blood-colored robe flutters with the river.

Po Meng turned her eyes, "But who can bear it, forget the millennium torment of Chuanhe."

So I can only drink Mengpo soup over and over again.

I just want to forget that woman for a second and get a moment of peace.

"Little brother..."

In the river, she smiled brightly and cutely, reaching out to hold his hand.

Ji Yongchuan foolishly stretched out her hand, but touched the cold river water. Her face was shattered, leaving only a fragmented body.

He stared blankly, the severe pain came from all the limbs, every bone was tortured by the Wangchuan River.

And the river is like a mirror projector.

Keep showing him the best side of her.

Once again, in the cruelest way, it was broken before his eyes.

Ji Yongchuan didn't know how many years he stayed on the Wangchuan River, he killed all the ghosts who feasted on her.

To this day, the rivers of **** are red.

Then he used the bones of hell, the grievances accumulated by all the ghosts, and the most terrifying way of calling, but he couldn't call back the soul he wanted.

Later he kept trying various methods.

can't find her.

Should not be found.

He didn't devour her soul back then, and he became the ghost king because he absorbed enough ghost energy.

So she didn't lose her soul, her soul should still be there.

I don’t see her reincarnate, cross the bridge of Naihe, or drink Meng Po soup.

Keep looking in the mirror of the world, those reincarnated people.

Continuously looking for my familiar back among those new ghosts.

He has been disappointed too many times, and it is time to despair.

Ji Yongchuan chose the most hopeless path.

Like those useless ghosts, constantly soaking in the water of Wangchuan River.

I heard that soaking for a thousand years can exchange for a lifetime of love.