Ghost King’s Medical Consort

"Peerless Qinglian's medicinal effect doesn't have much effect on my sister's soul..." Pan Yinyin frowned. I thought that a magical medicine like Peerless Qinglian could heal my sister's soul, but now I know it's not that way. Going on.

"Ah? What should I do? The Great Pavilion Master she..." Tears couldn't help but slide down from Juer's face again.

"Fortunately, my sister's soul has been temporarily preserved, and it can last for a while. We must find a new way during this time." Looking at Pan Zhijun's empty figure, lying there silently, Pan Yinyin His heart is full of pain, and the sister who loves her most, in order to protect her, in order to keep her alive, he took the people from Wanhua Pavilion to seek revenge from Ditian...

My sister is really stupid. She protected herself like this more than 60,000 years ago, and she still does this now...

Fortunately, she was brave more than 60,000 years ago, although she did not save the Pan clan in the end.

Sister, I won't let you die!

"How long?" Juer raised her tearful eyes and asked Pan Yinyin nervously.

"I don't know, maybe half a year, maybe a year..." Pan Yinyin gently shook her head, shaking her palms, and put Pan Zhijun together with the Hanyu bed into the sky space.

"I will find a way!" Even if she pays her life, she will never hesitate to let her sister's soul die!

"Even the peerless Qinglian can't do anything, what else can I do?" Juer's face turned pale in anxiousness, and her hands were tightly twisted together. Thousands of thoughts flashed in her mind before she realized that none of them were useful.

Pan Yinyin seemed to think of something, his eyes stared, "Road to Reincarnation!!"

"What? What reincarnation road?" Juer's eyes widened in confusion.

"I heard that in the early days of the ancient times, Pangu Ancestor God left a road to reincarnation after opening the world. Whether it is an old dead person or a broken soul, as long as you walk through that road to reincarnation, you will get a new life!" The stars in the sky are firm and unyielding.

"Road to Reincarnation? Second Pavilion Master, is what you said is true?" Hope and joy burst into Juer's eyes.

"I don't know, after all, this is just a legend. Whether it is really unknown or not. But no matter what, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will not give up!" The slender fingers under the sleeves clenched tightly, Pan Yin There was a firm light in the clear eyes like lake water.

"Okay, I will accompany the second pavilion master to find the way to reincarnation! Even if I use up my life time, I will not hesitate!" Juer made a fist, her eyes firm as iron, "I can't wait to use my life to change the Great Pavilion. The life of the Lord! As long as the Great Pavilion Lord can be reborn, I am willing to do anything!"

"Juer, in my eyes, your life is as important as my sister's. No one's life is lower than anyone else. I hope everyone is fine." Pan Yinyin's voice is faint, and there is no joy or sadness, but But Juer's body was stunned severely. When the Great Pavilion Lord rescued her, he also said something like this.

The second pavilion master is the same as the grand pavilion master, both are so affectionate and righteous!

A drop of crystal tears slipped from Juer's face, her eyes were red, and she tried hard to restrain the tears that wanted to overflow her eyes, and her heart was full of touch and warmth.

Yes, no one's life is cheaper than anyone else, it is all equally important!

At the beginning, she was sad and desperate, and she had no love. It was the great pavilion who comforted her and guided her, which gave her the courage to survive!

Her life is not lower than anyone else's, let alone those people!

...

The pale blue moonlight filled the mountains and forests, and the night breeze added a touch of sadness.

The trees full of viburnum were blown off by the wind, and the white petals were flying in the air like flying snowflakes.

The lavender and pink flowers on the side of the road rush to bloom, as if plated with a layer of silver in the moonlight, hazy and dreamy.

"Wow..."

There was a sound of running water in front, which was very crisp in the dark night.

The waterfall flew down under the starry sky, rushing into the pool in front, and a thin mist of water rose, transpiring, like a fairyland on earth.

A wooden house stood there alone not far from the pool.

"Dust, the scenery here is so beautiful."

"If you like it, we will live here in the future."

"Okay, OK, then are we going to build a small wooden house here first?"

"More than one, at least ten!" Di Yuchen's handsome face showed a wicked smile and shook his ten fingers.

"Why do you want ten?" Pan Yinyin looked curious.

"Because the two of us live in one room, and the remaining ten are for our children. By then, we will have to give birth to a legion...Of course, this has to be done slowly, Mr. Nine, let's talk about it." Di Yu Chen took advantage of the situation and hugged her slender waist, her purple eyes were full of pampering and tenderness.

His voice and his laughter were still in his ears, still in front of his eyes, as if only a day had passed.

And everything has long since changed...

In the blink of an eye, the vicissitudes of life, more than sixty thousand years have passed, he is no longer there, and she is still alive, how can her hatred be vented?

Di Yuchen, do you think everything will end if you die?

No, far from it!

I will kill Di Tian with my own hands, and then destroy the entire Celestial Race! Destroy the entire Celestial Clan you want to protect with your life! This is the price you paid for betraying me!

My Pan Yinyin will never be as stupid as before!

The wrist was lifted, the strong palm wind blew out, and the wooden house in front of me instantly turned to ashes...

The sky is full of smoke and dust, like the clouds of the past.

"Yue'er, are you back? Are you really back?"

An exclamation and exclamation sounded behind him, making Pan Yinyin frowned unpleasantly, turned around and looked back, and saw Wu Ya walking quickly in black, his face still filled with surprises. Looked, "Yue'er, I know you won't die!"

"Who the **** is Yue'er?" Pan Yinyin's brows wrinkled, why even Wuya called himself Yue'er?

What happened during the sixty thousand years she was absent.

"You..." Wu Ya paused, his eyes fell on her and kept looking back and forth, "What's wrong with you?"

"Wu Ya, don't you even recognize me? Think of me as the woman named Yue'er?" Pan Yinyin's lips lightly tickled, evoking a touch of sarcasm.

"No. You and she are indeed exactly the same, but you are you and she is her. Yinyin, welcome back!" A smile appeared on Wu Ya's face.

"Don't stay in your demon world, what are you doing here?" Pan Yinyin hummed disdainfully. If it weren't for the demon lord and Tianmeng to frame her, she wouldn't have suffered this ordeal. Ya didn't get involved, but who made him the son of the devil?

"I will come here whenever I have time, because this is a place you like, with your breath." Wu Ya's fist under his sleeve was gently clenched, his eyes gleaming, it seemed a little excited, "It's just that I didn't I thought I could meet you here."