My Death God Roommate

"Remember how many backs."

Su Sifang sat up on the bed and recites the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.

Sang Tong closed his eyes in despair, "Do you know why I sleep with you in a separate room these days?"

"Know... I forgot our anniversary."

"No, I don't want you to touch me."

"Tong Tong, what are you talking about?"

"I went for a walk the other day and stumbled upon an antique shop."

...

"I saw something, a mahogany sword on the table, I asked the boss, why not hang it up, guess what the boss said?"

Su Sifang lowered his head and didn't answer. The hair that grew after returning to vulgarity blocked her eyes and concealed her expression.

Sang Tong stopped asking, and took out a sword from behind: "Look at this sword, are you familiar with it?"

Su Sifang raised his head, his face changed several times, and turned into a chuckle: "How did you find out?"

Sang Tong squinted his eyes and squeezed the peach wood sword tightly, but looked at this fellow who had lived for seven years and did not immediately start.

"You are great and smart. I underestimated you. I didn't expect that I, Sang Tong, would be in a painting, ten years of dreams. This is your world. You can transform everything in the world, but you can't hide it. Something brought in from outside."

"Hmm... keep talking?"

"This mahogany sword was handed down to me by my master. This is the only one in the world. Ten years ago, I brought it to the painting and placed it on the table at the entrance of the tea shop. It was then overturned in a rage. On the table, you took the opportunity to inject illusions into me, let me take the fake mahogany sword, and became Su Sifang again. Through touch, I gained my past and brought me into the dream of dreams, but this mahogany sword , But you can’t make it disappear. Moreover, this sword is so powerful that you dare not touch it. You simply created an antique shop in that place and kept it there."

"With a single sword, you deny the whole world? I still underestimated you. I didn't expect you to guess my ability."

"As of just now, I have not completely determined that your fault lies in your own wisdom. In fact, I will not recite the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra. However, Su Sifang is a disciple of Tantric Buddhism, and all the scriptures she has studied and recited are Sanskrit……"

Sang Tong provoked Su Sifang’s jaw with a mahogany sword: "Since you can lie to me for ten years, it is prudent to think about it. You should not make up a set of scriptures for me to recite, but simply read my past. It’s impossible to learn this scripture, say! Where did you learn it!"

Luo Ruyan turned away from her face, waved her hand, and a mirror appeared beside the bed.

Mu Rong's figure appeared inside: "Look, you are deliberately trying to pull her to the Special Event Processing Bureau to replace you, never asking about others' past and wishes, but when you are lost in the painting, Don't you feel ashamed to offer to save you?"

"How do I know if this is an illusion you showed me?"

"The Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra is what I learned by touching Murong. You can kill me, kill me, and she will die with me."

...

On the other side, in the real world.

Li Jiaming and Bao Xiaoxuan walked in with two thermos barrels alone.

The expressions of the two are a bit vicissitudes of life. Before they were rescued, they had lived in the world in the painting for fifty years, almost completing their entire life journey.

But I don't want everything to be just a dream, and the plot that is only in the movie will actually happen to them.

They have been out for seven days, their mental state has always been in a trance, and there are still some doubts in their hearts: Is the world they are in at this time real?

It was heard that Mu Rong and Sang Tong were trapped in the painting in order to save them. The two were very moved and sent food to Sang Yu and Su Sifang every day.

"Master, this is a vegetarian meal specially made for you, Miss Sang, this is yours."

"Thank you."

Sang Yu took the thermos barrel and put it on the table casually. In the past few days, she barely closed her eyes, watching the ancient painting day and night.

She raised her hand, touched the pendant on her neck, and held the pendant firmly in the palm of her hand.

"Master Xiaofang, can you take them to avoid it first? I want to talk with Hua Yao."

Su Sifang put his hands together and pondered for a long time: "Please come out with me."

Bao Xiaoxuan and Li Jiaming left first, Sang Yu said quietly, "Brother Hao, would you please go out too?"

Hao Jiefang's expression was a little weird, but he still avoided it.

Su Sifang took the door of the study, and Sang Yu sighed slightly, "Drawing a demon, I want to make a deal with you."

...

"Any last words?" Sang Tong held the peach wood sword to Luo Ruyan's heart.

Luo Ruyan showed the expression of a winner: "You would rather sacrifice Mu Rong than kill me?"

Sang Tong snorted coldly, "If necessary, I can also die with you!"

Luo Ruyan waved his hand, and a door appeared behind Sang Tong: "Monk, remember what you did, and please remember today's choice, you go, I will let you out."

"What about Murong?"

"I also let her out."

"Will you be so kind?"

Luo Ruyan showed an unpredictable smile: "Will you go? If you don't go, the three of us will die together."

After speaking, the whole world began to shake violently, and everything around it became blurred.

Sang Tong put away the peach wood sword, glared at Luo Ruyan, and resolutely entered the light gate.

Sang Yu had just fastened the button of the necklace, the ancient painting on the wall was twisted twice, and Mu Rong and Sang Tong walked out of the painting one after another.

"Sister Tong Tong, Mu Rong!"

Sang Tong took a step back and looked at Sang Yu warily, "Don't touch me!"

"Sister Tong Tong?"

"Where is Su Sifang? Call Su Sifang."

Sang Yu called Su Sifang, and Sang Tong tightened the peach wood sword in his hand: "Recute a paragraph of Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra for me!"

Mysterious and solemn Sanskrit chants echoed in the room.

Sang Tong's legs weakened, and he fell on his back without an image, with a tired expression and hollow eyes.

Since coming out of the world in the painting, Mu Rong hasn't said a word, she hugs her arms and floats to the side, and her eyes never leave Sang Yu for a moment.

In the painting world, Sang Yu and Ding Lei walked into the wedding hall, and Mu Rong also attended, as a bridesmaid.

Ding Lei is also from Sacheon. After Sang Yu got married, the two parents negotiated. Sang Yu's parents sold the house in the northeast and went back to their hometown.

Before leaving, Sang Yu "returned" the childhood diary to Mu Rong. She said, "If you miss me in the future, just take a look."

At that moment, Mu Rong's nose was a little sour. She lowered her head and took the diary. How much she wanted to ask Sang Yu: But, didn't you still say back then: Why did we separate?

In the end, Mu Rong finished his life alone.

Sang Yu and Ding Lei gave birth to twin sons. They lived happily and happily. She would secretly look at Sang Yu's micro kicks, which contained many pictures of their family of four.

Later, Sang Yu had grandchildren again, and finally the four generations lived together.

Unlike Sang Yu, Mu Rong spent his old age in a nursing home, a desolate and desolate place.

Her favorite is the sycamore tree in the yard. Every fall, the leaves are falling. She will ask the caregiver to put a wicker chair under the tree and sit for a day.

Later, she died.

I wonder if Sang Yu will be sad?

After her death, the world in the painting collapsed and she returned to the real world.

Even if Mu Rong knew that what she had experienced was just an illusion, it was not easy to get out of it.

Sangtong Yuanshen returned to her position. Every time she moved, her body would make a crisp "gappa" sound. She stood up laboriously, staggered to the wall, and chanted a three-mountain and five-mountain curse to prevent Luo Ruyan from escaping, and then tore it off. Ancient paintings.

"What are you doing!" Mu Rongyu stopped Sang Tong, but she was only in a state of being out of her body at this time, and could not touch Sang Tong at all.

Without a word, Sang Tong walked to the altar, borrowed a bunch of Lihuo from the ancestor, and lit the ancient painting.

The blue veins on Mu Rong's neck were violent, but no matter how she persuaded him, Sang Tong was not moved.

Li Jiaming and his wife, Hao Jiefang, Su Sifang, Sang Yu, the people in the house, except for Mu Rong, no one stopped them.

Sang Yu looked at the ancient painting turning into powder little by little, with a faint expression.

Angrily, Mu Rong walked out through the wall, and Hao Jiefang chased him out.

Sang Tong wiped the sweat from his forehead, and exhaled heavily: She seemed to have really returned. In the dream world, there would be no such clear feeling of fatigue and pain.

"How many years have you two been locked in by the demon?"

Sang Tong turned around strenuously while supporting the divine case.

"We... have lived a lifetime in the world in the painting."

Sang Tong saw the two of them in a trance, and he was clear in his heart: "You go back and think about it. When my vitality recovers, I will ask some helpers to perform the Sanqing Sealing Technique and seal my memory of the world in the painting. If you two are willing, you can. Come."

A gleam of light flashed in Bao Xiaoxuan's eyes: "Really? We are willing. I can't stand it anymore. I always feel that this world is not real. It's going to drive us crazy!"

Sang Tong nodded and ignored the two.

Taking a slow step, she moved to the front of Su Sifang step by step, struggling to raise her trembling hands, and grabbed the skirt of Su Sifang's robe.

"Sister Tong."

Hearing the familiar name, Sang Tong hooked the corner of his mouth, and there was some pain in the upward arc.

She raised her eyes and looked at Su Sifang seriously for a long time, holding back the pain in her body, rounding her arms, and slapped Su Sifang.

With a "pop", everyone was stupid.

Sang Tong's body was still a bit stiff, and he waved his palm very slowly, so he could completely avoid it.

After playing Su Sifang, a drop of turbid tears fell from the corner of his eyes, and only Su Sifang saw it.

The next second, Sang Tong's heart felt a burst of colic, and his eyes went dark and he passed out.

The author has something to say: our Sangyu will be full of firepower~

In fact, it's quite embarrassing. Sang Tong is about to seal the memory in the painting. Guess whether Mu Rong would choose to seal it?

I have to work hard towards the long story of this book steadily. Although the profits are hitting the street, I am very happy to write every day~

Hehehe~1 million, are you ready?