The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

She sighed,

"She is dead. No matter what grudges there are, isn't it enough to relieve the hatred in your heart?"

Huo Yan was startled and raised his eyes to look at her.

"hatred?"

Gu Weimian felt inexplicably guilty at Huo Yan's look.

"No matter what, anyway... death is like a lamp going out..."

Huo Yan snorted lightly,

"She's not dead.

Gu Weimian looked at him and felt that this man might just be a lunatic.

She turned her eyes and calmed down her emotions,

"It's a good thing that you can really bring her back to life."

Huo Yan looked at her again,

"You really think so?"

Gu Weimian was frightened again.

Saying a few words to this man will cost you who knows how many years of your life.

My brain is tired.

She pursed her lips, acting like a young man who was carefree and impatient.

"Miss Gu is kind to me. It's certainly a good thing that she can survive!"

As she spoke, she took a deep look at the man in front of her.

"How did Miss Gu die? Why did she pass away so young?"

she asked the man deliberately and painfully.

Let’s see what Huo Yanhui’s reaction will be.

She wanted to see if Huo Yan's conscience would hurt.

Huo Yan lowered his eyelids, his face as dark as ink.

For a few seconds, he looked at Weimian,

"Want to see her?"

"Ah?" Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment.

Huo Yan's eyes were soft,

"You ran to the hearse before, didn't you want to see her?"

There was a blank expression on Gu Weimian's face. He was stunned for a while and said,

"OK.

Didn't really want to go.

Now it is difficult to get off the tiger.

The real mother is still in the other party's hands. It would be strange if she couldn't tell right now.

…

Gu Weimian followed the man and walked back to the main hall of Nanshan Temple.

This time, she wasn't coming from a cave at the foot of the mountain.

Instead, enter the pagoda from the main hall.

Gu Weimian was thinking about her true mother.

"My mother, is she okay?"

It's unclear whether she can go back.

The real mother must not die.

After entering the cave, the man became unusually silent, and the firelight illuminated the side of his face.

He turned to look at Gu Weimian,

"Be still and I will let you see it naturally in a while."

Gu Weimian frowned.

Looking along Huo Yan's line of sight, not far away was a huge ice coffin.

I couldn't see it clearly under the pagoda before, but now I can see it clearly.

This ice coffin is huge, roughly as long as three people and four or five people wide.

There is a thick layer of crystal-like disease outside.

Such thickness.

It doesn't look artificial.

Under the ice coffin is a refrigeration machine.

In the ice coffin, a shadowy figure lay.

Gu Weimian's heart beat violently.

I can’t describe how I feel…

A little scared, but also a little curious.

Huo Yan had already walked towards the ice coffin.

Among the hundreds of monks, there was just a small path open for one person to pass.

It should be reserved for men.

Gu Weimian stood there and didn't move for a while.

She felt the blood in her body boil, and her whole body seemed to be torn in half.

Half of it is rippling in the warm sutras sung by these monks, as warm as amniotic fluid.

Half of it will be pierced by the sharp edges on the ice coffin.

Behind him, a tall and thin man urged,

"You go over there."

Gu Weimian pursed her lips, raised her legs and slowly approached the direction of the ice coffin.

Go to the ice coffin.

When Gu Weimian saw the face in the ice coffin, all other feelings disappeared, leaving only horror, nausea, and nausea in his heart.