Adorable Psychic Wife Of A Wealthy Man

Chapter 1497 When the most helpless and most painful, the person I love is not there

Behind the giant stone gate made of black meteorite, it is not a tomb, but a gloomy palace that has been sealed for a long time and is antique for women. This palace is unusually magnificent, with air pouring in, air currents, and mysterious white veils. Raised up, the surrounding walls are covered with brightly colored murals. The hall is divided into three parts, the inner hall for sleeping, the main hall for entertainment and reception, and a side hall, which is full of various ancient Children’s toys, in the silent hall, there is an inexplicable warm feeling.

The brightly colored murals on the four walls of the hall quickly oxidized and peeled off after a large amount of air flowed in.

Vaguely visible murals depict pictures of beautiful women and a child playing together in the temple, or the woman coaxing the child to sleep, or the woman staying alone in the temple...

This place is not used to bury people at all.

But there is a woman who once took a child and lived here.

Facing more and more confusing clues, her thoughts were complicated. She gave Gong Siyu a look and asked him to take Lingshang and Farreid, lead the Hellhound, and search around to see if there was any orchid. The remains of the princess, and himself, walked towards A Luo, who had been kneeling in front of the hall door from beginning to end, and did not respond.

A Luo's three contract necromen, Jiang Ya, Hong Xiu, and Xia Houyuan surrounded A Luo worriedly, but A Luo always ignored everyone, just knelt on the ground, shivering, resting one hand on the ground and the other supporting his forehead.

Lingsui immediately felt distressed inexplicably and squatted in front of A Luo, holding her in his arms.

She lowered her eyes and realized that A Luo's eyes were filled with tears. She was trembling all over, but she bit her lip, trying to prevent herself from crying. The tough peach blossom eyes were full of stubbornness and sadness.

A Luo’s whole body is lingering with everyone’s memory fluorescent light that she has discarded before. Those light yellow fluorescent lights seem to be ready to return to his master’s mind, but A Luo is still reluctant to accept the past. Memory.

With her little hand gripping Lingyu's clothes tightly, A Luo was buried in her arms, choked and whispered: "Agui, I feel uncomfortable..."

Lingki constantly patted A Luo on the back, comforting her, "I am, I am, it doesn't matter, we will be with you, no matter what the truth is, no matter what happens next..."

"As soon as I came here, I felt so familiar...I have been here, and I even know how to open that door..."

The pale words may not be able to describe A Luo's mood at the moment.

She was a little out of breath, and her heartbeat was extremely fast. She felt a kind of depressed and painful sadness. That sadness originated from the woman who once lived in the Palace of Invisible Heaven. She only needs to think of the people who live here. The woman is dead, she wants to cry, want to cry.

Because that woman seems to be her mother.

She didn't even dare to accept her own memory. She was afraid that she would be overwhelmed and swallowed by the thousands of years of memory swarming in her mind.

"Aluo, if you don't want to restore your memory, you don't have to force yourself."

A Luo shook her head in a sly embrace, "If you don't restore your memory, how can you find the answer? You said that old man Jiang Ya and their memories have been erased, who erased it? Since my mother is You Princess Lan, why did she throw me in such a terrible Wuliang Mountain? What is even more strange is why I feel that I have been to this place? If it really abandoned me, why would she hide in this black In the palace at the bottom of the pool? How could I have been here? Know how to open that door?" Isn't that a contradiction?

Countless questions and contradictions, even if they were unwilling, forced A Luo to accept all the memories she had discarded before.

Therefore, A Luo completely intends to accept the memories that she has discarded.

Jiang Ya once told Linggui.

A Luo has lived in the world for a long time.

One thousand years, two thousand years...how long is it? Only after A Luo recovered his memory did he know.

At this time, I saw the light yellow fluorescent lights lingering around A Luo, like fireflies, flying around, and began to sink into A Luo's mind in the arms of the spirits. The discarded memories continued to overlap and were discarded. Thousands of years of memory, crazily reappearing in A Luo’s memory layer...

The dazzling fluorescent light as bright as daylight suddenly stabbed people who couldn't open their eyes...

In the mysterious hall, the ancient veil curtains are flying...

Like a ghost wandering, like a memory reappearing, a woman’s quiet and elegant smile sounded strangely in the space, and the innocent laughter like a child’s silver bell. The laughter echoed in the hall. It seemed that everyone had heard it, and they stopped one after another. Stepping down, I looked up at the top of the temple adorned with Ye Mingzhu, but strangely, there was nothing, as if the laughter just now was an illusion.

Along with A Luo’s scream, she hugged her head with painful hands. Finally, she fell into Lingyu’s arms and lost consciousness. She closed her large round eyes filled with tears, and the tears flowed across the corners of her eyes, looking helpless. And sad.

At this time when she needed the company the most, she was supposed to be the person A Luo trusted, liked, and relied on the most, but she was not by her side...

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The headquarters of the General Administration of the Three Realms, the Hall of the House of Representatives

In the noisy hall of the House of Representatives, members of the General Administration of the Three Realms, as well as the heads of the Presbyterians and various departments of the General Administration, gathered for a weekly meeting, presided over by Feng Jinxuan.

In the conference hall, the ghosts and gods of the underworld sub-bureau and the gods of the gods sub-bureau had a quarrel, and started throwing objects at each other.

What are they arguing? It is noisy about where the credit for the fall of the Sixth Empire belongs.

The God Realm always likes to take the credit on itself. After all, among the biggest heroes of this incident, the spirits are the gods, the Shennong clan is also the gods, and Qing Yaoji is even the gods.

However, the underworld felt that the former **** of tricks, and now the yin and yang officials of the underworld, had already returned to the underworld. Then, under her leadership, the sixth empire was destroyed. This should be the underworld's credit.

The two parties quarreled to the point of fighting, and the whole assembly became a mess.

Lingyuan couldn't control it at all.

However, Feng Jinxuan, with a tired face, sat on the chief seat of the Secretary, leaning on his forehead, completely ignoring the congress that had already lost control.

His expression was a little colder than before, like a top of the snow, cold and not profane, cold and handsome like a god, you can only look far away, not close.

A Luo has lost contact for three days.

And just now, the red poppy rope wrapped around Feng Jinxuan's wrist suddenly tightened, glowing with a dazzling vermillion light.

After seeing the red string tightened, Feng Jinxuan's expression became even more ugly, and he suddenly got up and left coldly.

"Hey! Brother Feng, what about this meeting?"

Ling Yuan caught the hammer thrown toward him with his bare hands, one with two big heads, looking at Feng Jinxuan who was leaving, begging for help.

But Feng Jinxuan did not answer, but left Ling Yuan with a cold, emotionless back.

It will be updated tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)