Reborn as a thief and a husband

Seeing his relaxed and free-spirited appearance, he misunderstood that Ah Xiang must be fine, and his heart hung high, and he immediately relieved his worries.

"He said... to go to a very prosperous place, to earn a lot of money, so that the girl can live a good life without worrying about begging. As for when she will come back... When Yin'er grows up , and he came back."

It's a perfunctory answer, but the person who said it was very serious, and the person who listened never became suspicious.

Moreover, she nodded solemnly and said: "Then Yin'er must grow up quickly, Yin'er is afraid that she will miss him."

"Okay, when the time comes, let him carry Yin'er across the door in eight big sedan chairs. Would Yin'er be willing to get on his sedan chair?"

"Puff..." The little girl smiled awkwardly, covered her face and replied shyly: "I am willing..."

Fortunately, he was able to wash away the tears overflowing from his eyes while rinsing the cloth towel, but what about Chu Qiaofei?

There is meat porridge for breakfast, and when serving the bowl, a bright red flashed by.

Nan Feng was surprised, but because of Yin'er's presence, he didn't ask.

No wonder... this man can consistently maintain a calm and calm smile.

Because of all the tears and pain, I was pinched into the palm of my hand.

He can imagine how the short nails are so hard to penetrate the flesh.

Only such severe pain can force such a bright smile.

The white porcelain altar was wrapped in dark blue cloth, mixed with the things they bought, and brought back to the Temple of Wealth.

In the middle of the night, the two sneaked up from the bed, put on their outer shirts and went out quietly to Wanzigou.

Wanzigou is a cemetery. Because of its good feng shui, most of them were occupied by rich and noble families, who built flashy tombs.

In the words of Ah Xiang: the living are better than the dead!

The moonlight was cold, and the two of them were trembling, each holding a shovel to dig a pit, and while digging, Nan Feng asked, "Why did you choose to bury him here?"

The south wind is shaking, not because of the cold, but because of fear. Visiting the cemetery in the middle of the night is really not something that can make people calm down.

"When he was joking before, he said that even if he dies, he should be buried with the rich, so that he can gain some fortune and become a rich man in the next life."

Still hurting in the palms, Chu Qiao stretched out his sleeves and continued digging.

before?

Nan Feng smacked his lips: "I found that... your memory is really superb."

"Well, I was born," although I was telling the truth, but it sounded like showing off in it, "Since I am sensible, I have heard, seen, touched, smelled, and done. Everything that happened, big and small, is clearly remembered.”

Wow... Putting it into the modern age, it's a schoolmaster.

"This is also the key to solving a case... You are very talented, have you considered being a police officer?"

"No." He doesn't like fame and wealth, and if possible, he doesn't want to be famous.

Live in peace and contentment, this is the life he wants.

"It's a pity..." Nan Feng shook his head and sighed. If this person really became a policeman or an official, he would definitely make a difference, and there would be fewer unjust, false and wrong cases...

"What a pity?" Oh, "Not at all."

"Ok?"

"If I'm really a police officer, take the case of the woman as an example, and I find out that the final murderer is the incense maker, should I arrest him?"

"Why arrest him?" Nan Feng was puzzled, "He's just an incense maker, and besides, he's a good person who is willing to take care of his friend's funeral and help his friend take care of his elder brother!"

"But the government won't allow a person who can make Soul-Snatching Incense to stay in the world to 'do evil'."

"Is that so..."

"Human life is at stake. You can investigate the case by yourself. If you can't find out, it's easy. If you don't find out, it's negligence. Besides, there is no clear boundary between right and wrong in the world. No one can tell what is right and wrong. The government can't do it." It is a place to seek justice, but the real justice lies in the hearts of the people..."

The face that has not yet taken off its childishness, understates the fact that some people will never understand it in a lifetime.

"People in the world can't let go of their obsessions, and they can't get rid of love, hatred, ignorance, and hatred, and this is the cause of all crimes. If you can see this, it is not difficult to live a carefree life for the rest of your life."

"If you want to get to the bottom of it, the real sinner is nothing more than the heart. All emotions come from the heart. If you can control them, you will be able to achieve enlightenment and immortality. It's just a piece of cake..."

Nan Feng was stunned, and unconsciously tightened the hand holding the shovel.

The extraordinarily cold wind in the cemetery suddenly seemed to be substantial, with him as the center, suddenly swaying layers of ripples, like the center of a lake thrown into stones.

"Actually, if that man has the heart to repent, or sincerely admits his mistakes, I will not drive him to a dead end. Everyone makes mistakes. The one who judges his good and evil is whether he will make mistakes again and again, or he will correct himself."

The ripples overlapped, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, over and over again, washing his body and mind.

what happened……

Why is there such a serious feeling of weightlessness...

For a while, it seems to be floating in the air, without a trace of weight, and for a while, it seems to fall into the abyss, dumping mountains and peaks.All gravity hits you head on.

"Chu Qiaofei..." he called weakly.

Don't say it, don't say it...

He was so uncomfortable, there seemed to be infinite power accumulated in his body, waiting to explode.

However, it was blocked by invisible obstacles, suffocating the body, and ran wildly.

The tipping point is getting closer... getting closer...

ah... ah...

The soul seems to be pulled out of the body abruptly, all consciousness is gone, and there is only endless blankness left.

The vast sky is just above the head, vast and deep, and the infinite power can explode as much as it wants, for it to accommodate.

So don't be afraid, don't be afraid...

[152] Lest the world will not be chaotic

The strength in the body swelled suddenly, and it was about to reach the peak again and again, but it was still not enough.

Well……

"south wind?"

From the far end, there was a slight hum suddenly.

Are you calling him?Why is it in a suspicious tone?

Like a child lost in the bustling crowd, he suddenly found his way home when he heard the call of his relatives.

All the strange feelings receded quickly like a tide, he opened his eyes in a trance, and what he saw was Chu Qiaofei's slightly puzzled and concerned expression.

"What's wrong with you? Suddenly you don't speak, your eyes are still closed, and you are sweating a lot..."

He called him several times but there was no response, and he just stood upright, thinking he was bewitched.

It caused him to struggle a lot, should he wake him up with a shovel, or carry him back directly after burying Ah Xiang.

Of course, in fact, I want to use my mouth to kiss him hard to wake him up.

"Oh..." Looking around nervously, under the bleak moonlight, there are only ups and downs and scattered graves.

But the aftertaste of that terrifying feeling still stays in the body so clearly.

He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead casually, and the wet sweat dripped out from his fingertips, drawing crystal arcs. He managed to hold up a slight smile: "It's okay... Maybe it's because of fear, after all, this place is not a good place. place."

"Well, we'll leave after the burial is over, and we'll pay homage in the daytime." He didn't seem to doubt his words, and continued to work hard.

Relieving his dazed mind, Nan Feng then picked up the shovel, weakly blocked the dust piled outside the pit and scattered down, and threw it out of the pit, his arms were as limp as noodles just out of the pot.

At this time, in another space——the pitch-black night sky, muffled thunder billowed.

It is rare to spend the night in the Dragon Palace, and the restored peony moves restlessly in Xiao Yong's arms, always feeling restless.

"What's wrong?"

Suppressing his slender legs that were swaying indiscriminately, Xiao Yong brushed the messy hair that was sticking to his cheeks, and gently pulled it behind his ears.

Yan Jue's heroic face frowned slightly: "I always feel that something bad is about to happen... What's the sound outside?"

"It's just thunder, don't think about it." The undressed bodies are pressed against each other, and the comfortable feeling of skin-to-skin contact makes the heart fire that has just been extinguished not long ago ready to move.

A huge sense of threat emerged spontaneously, Peony couldn't lie down anymore, so she sat up and said decisively: "I want to go out and have a look."

Xiao Yong was dissatisfied with the sudden emptiness and desolation in his arms, but seeing his serious expression, he also got up and dressed.

Xiao Yong took him, floated on the surface of the sea, stood on the vast undulating sea, looking up at the sky.

Heavy dark clouds, from far to near.

At first, she couldn't see clearly, but when the dark clouds drifted in slowly but quickly, Mudan was stunned.

Xiao Yong was also taken aback, his meaningless expression suddenly became unpredictable.

"No wonder," she felt uneasy, "...Where is this sacred, can it be so powerful?" Mudan murmured to herself, her face pale.

In the large dark clouds from far to near, there are nine golden dragons twisting and rolling in the dark clouds, and the golden light seeps out a little through the gaps in the dark clouds. From a distance, it seems to be plated around the edge of the dark clouds. Phnom Penh.

When the layers of thick clouds that seem to be falling at any time pass by the top of the head, the roar of the golden dragon can be faintly heard. From time to time, the hideous giant dragon head pokes out of the heavy clouds, leaving behind a glimpse, and then twists its huge body Continue to shuttle in the flames of thunder and lightning.

It seems that they are very close, but they are far away when they hear the sound.

"Nine Dragons Tribulation... Could it be that some monster has cultivated to this level?"

"Heh..." Xiao Yong chuckled, if it wasn't for his dear ones who were also one of the demons, the sarcasm in this smile would not be so impenetrable, "Monsters are born of many negative emotions, except for you and The Demon King attracted this catastrophe because of his profound skills, who else can enjoy this honor?"

The demon king and the demon king are passed down from generation to generation, and the cultivation methods are also handed down by word of mouth. If other monsters want to become kings and lords, it depends on whether they have the luck to get the true biography of the demon king and the demon king.

The demon king is by his side, and the demon king will never be so stupid as to train himself