"So this is how people die."
The woman smiled softly, because it was not a tragic death, and her appearance was not scary, but her face was a little too pale, and her voice sounded like the unique voice of a ghost.
"Wenwen, can you hear me?
Come back and don't die."
Feng Lixiao continued to pray.
"I'm sorry, Li Xiao."
Wenwen shook her head and could only apologize, then looked at Feng Li Xiao with tears in her eyes: "Forget about me and find a suitable woman to start a family and start a business, okay?"
The woman continued to talk to Feng Li Xiao, Even though he knew that Feng Lixiao could not see, hear or feel the fragile existence of her soul, he still gave her instructions with a smile and tears in his eyes.
"I hope you are well.
In this life, we are destined to be together.
You always think that I am young and ignorant, and you are afraid of delaying me and not being able to give me the love and marriage I want.
But I will definitely be older than you in the next life.
Don't dislike me for being old again, you know?"
Wenwen said with a smile, her face was full of pain, she stretched out her hand and continued to carefully trace Feng Lixiao's angular face. "" "" Yan Xiangnuan is the one who hears the two people talking about their feelings most clearly.
She can feel the reluctance of the girl named Wenwen, but fate is like this sometimes.
No matter who we are, we have to obey the orders.
It is ridiculous and absurd.
"Li Xiao, I love you."
After Wenwen said her heartfelt words, her weak soul stood up, looking like she was about to leave.
"Well, um, actually you can stay with my uncle for a few more days.
After all, you just died, and you still have to live through the first seven days."
Yan Xiangnuan reminded you leisurely.
Talents will not leave immediately after death.
Seven days will allow ghosts to recall their past, go to the places they most want to go, see the people they want to see the most, and do the things they want to do the most.
Therefore, all reincarnations are fair.
Even the soul is like this. "" Wenwen was slightly stunned.
But Feng Lixiao still couldn't hide his pain: "Is Wenwen really dead?"
Feng Lixiao held the body in his arms and looked up at Yan Xiangnuan.
He occasionally called his sister Feng Mosheng, and heard her say something like this.
It was said that despite being the daughter of a businessman, this nephew-in-law was very capable.
She seemed to be a close disciple of Taishan Beidou in the Chinese metaphysics world, and her skills were unpredictable.
Even the old man of the Jin family treated her differently.
"Yeah."
Yan Xiangnuan nodded.
He is indeed dead and cannot be saved.
"Can you save her?"
Feng Lixiao said expectantly, with a hint of prayer.
"I'm sorry uncle, people cannot be resurrected after death, so please bear with me."
Yan Xiangnuan shook his head dumbly.
She could understand the pain of those who lost their loved ones, and they would grab a straw and think they could save their lives.
If Wenwen's life should not be cut off, Yan Xiangnuan would naturally help, but Wenwen's destined life span It's all done, unless you ask Lord Yama to show mercy and avoid death, but under normal circumstances this is unlikely.
Moreover, Yan Xiangnuan looked at Wenwen's yin lifespan and found that Wenwen's yin lifespan was short but her yin lifespan was tens of years.
From this point of view, after the first seven years, she would not be able to go to the reincarnation and the underworld would not accept her yin lifespan.
The unfinished ghost, like this, made Yan Xiangnuan a little speechless.
It's rare to encounter a ghost who can live such a long life without practicing.
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It's really strange.
"I haven't said it yet, who are you?"
At this moment, the man with long white hair looked at Yan Xiangnuan with a persistent expression and asked.
To be honest, as a fellow believer, he could feel the metaphysical aura of Yan Xiangnuan, and he could also see that this woman had yin and yang eyes and could see ghosts, which showed that the other party was not simple.
Yan Xiangnuan turned around after hearing the words, looked at the stubborn white-haired man, raised his hand and bowed it respectfully, and then said: "Brother, I am Yan Xiangnuan, this is the first time we meet, please give me some advice."
"You call me senior brother."
The white-haired man was slightly startled.
Looking at the smiling woman, his mood fluctuated.
He knew what his situation was, and he had never been called senior brother before.
When he suddenly heard it, he was shocked.
The other party called him senior brother.
Isn't that his junior sister?
"Yan Xiangnuan, the 136th generation closed disciple of Xuanmen, pays homage to senior brother."
Yan Xiangnuan introduced himself with a smile, then looked at the other party with a smile, waiting for the other party's reaction. "" The white-haired man was suddenly stunned.
The smiling woman in front of me was the master’s new disciple.
Didn’t the master say that he would never take another disciple in this life?
When he took another disciple, she was a female disciple.
The atmosphere was frozen for a long time before the white-haired man lightly opened his thin lips: "Can you take me to see the master?"
Regardless of whether it is true or false, we should seek confirmation before speaking, but the other party made it clear about the seniority of metaphysics, so he would not be a liar, but whether there is any misunderstanding in it "Okay."
Yan Xiangnuan nodded happily.
In fact, she was not sure about the identity of the other party, but she combined a bunch of actual situations and finally determined his identity.
His gestures when using Xuanmen magic were exactly the same as those of his master.
If he was not the master's apprentice, he would not be the same person.
It is simply impossible for the master to do so.
Moreover, the master said that the senior brother is extremely talented.
The white-haired man in front of her was indeed much more advanced in metaphysics than she was.
Only in this way did Yan Xiangnuan roughly determine his identity.
"Wei Mo, I'll leave the matter here to you.
I'll take my senior brother to see my master."
Yan Xiangnuan turned back to discuss with Jin Weimo.
Jin Weimo nodded.
"Brother, come with me."
Yan Xiangnuan politely motioned to the white-haired man to follow her, and then took the lead.
Jin Weimo stood there, watching Yan Xiangnuan and the white-haired man walking directly outside the bar.
The bar was obviously very chaotic, but the two people's figures were very clear.
They even easily avoided the noisy and lively crowd, and gradually Disappeared.
Jin Weimo thought about Yan Xiangnuan's long smile before calling the white-haired man his senior brother.
For some reason, there was a sour taste in his heart.
Especially, he knew that Yan Xiangnuan was actually a bit of a beauty control.
Looking at it again When he saw the other person's appearance, Jin Weimo's mood became much more complicated and heavy.
That man had a refined temperament and an appearance that was hard to fault.
Such a man inexplicably made Jin Weimo feel a sense of threat.
Moreover, he was also a senior brother, senior fellow student, and so on, which made him very uncomfortable.
But in this complicated world, In the current situation, Jin Weimo naturally said nothing.
If he gets too excited, he will lose.
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The identity of Yan Xiangnuan and the white-haired man has not been fully confirmed.
Although he has nothing to do with Yan Xiangnuan, he has to dance for a long time.
Otherwise, if that girl Yan Xiangnuan knows He is so jealous that his little tail should be raised to the sky. aa2705221: