She also saw from afar that the girl's parents disliked the child's difficulty in supporting her, and she was a girl, so they secretly threw her into the mountains in the cold winter and left her to fend for herself.

She quietly followed, the little poor baby really looked like a cat, even the cry was small, the little face was frozen purple, the cry became weaker and weaker, and almost froze to death in this snowy winter. It was Minrou who secretly wrapped her in a cotton coat, and she finally lasted until Mo Quan's arrival.

She sometimes can't understand why Qin Yue, as a fairy, has a relationship with Mo Quan, the status of the two is very different, and there is a difference between heaven and earth.

Now that it has ended like this, I don't know if it is because Qin Yue is too infatuated and reckless, or because Mo Qian knows that it will harm Qin Yue, and still insists on going his own way.

This kind of thing, she has always been incomprehensible, if she did, where could she still struggle in this red dust world for more than 200 years.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, this can be regarded as a cycle of cause and effect, right? Maybe Qin Yue deserved to die that day, and it was her self-determination that allowed her to survive. So, eighteen years later, in the New Year, Qin Yue was drowned alive in front of her eyes.

Born in the cold winter and died in the wax moon.

Min Rou pushed Qin Yue's already cold and stiff body onto the shore, climbed up and sat down herself, letting her head rest on her lap, looking at her bruised little face in a daze.

She is kind by nature, and even if she becomes a ghost, she has never liked things like killing and death.

She prefers a lively and popular yang world. Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she carried her palace lamp that never left her hand and walked from the streets of Luoyang to the end of the street. It's a pity that there are always people with heavy yin qi who can see her, and they have to find a Taoist priest to arrest her.

In fact, she has no intention of harming humans, but people always can't tolerate strangeness.

She was silent for a long time, and there were thousands of thoughts in her mind, and finally turned into a Buddha name: "Amitabha Buddha ......" Minrou clasped her hands together, and her closed eyebrows and eyes were indescribably solemn and dignified.

It's strange to say, she has been a ghost for more than 200 years, and the obsession in her heart has become her magic barrier, but she has no demonic energy at all, and the whole person is peaceful and cold, just like when she was alive, and there is even some Buddha light between her eyebrows and eyes.

These, it's just that Minrou doesn't know it, she only vaguely feels that later, those Dao Master Warlocks who have real Taoism will no longer be sharp when they see her, and sometimes they will say a few words to her.

At this moment, her body was torn apart by a strong force, and the strong demonic qi burned the parts that were touched, and she didn't need to open her eyes to know who was coming.

"What did you do to her?!"

The gritted man's eyes were scarlet, and he hugged the unresponsive Qin Yue in his arms, and the green tendons in his palms burst out, which was enough to see how hard he worked. He glared at him, his eyes full of distrust.

Minrou's eyes were hot from his gaze, and she hurriedly avoided her eyes, but her heart seemed to be pulled by countless strange hands, empty, and the icy wind blew through it, cold from head to toe.

She didn't get up, she just sat so lightly, as if she didn't weigh much. After a while, she slowly raised her eyes and looked up at the man she loved. His pale lips trembled slightly, "Mo Xuan, what do you think I did?" ”

Mo Qian stared at her eyes coldly, didn't answer, just asked word by word, "She's dead!" Why didn't you save her? ”

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