The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

(I'm working **** the code word, and I will modify it later)

Don't know whether it was wiped clean, Dongtang Chi You took the clothes and put them on.

Yunci turned his back and waited for a while, then asked, "Are you ready?"

There was no response behind him.

Yun Ci turned around slowly and tentatively. Dongtang Chiyou suddenly posted his whole body. Yun Ci took two steps back subconsciously, and saw that he had put on his clothes, but all the buttons of his pajamas were tied wrong.

Yun Ci couldn't help but curled his lips: "What a fool..."

While smiling and cursing, she walked to the man, stood on tiptoe, stretched out her hand, tidyed the man's collar, and then unbuttoned all the buttons on his clothes and fastened them again.

"Okay." Yunci looked up at the man: "Are you sleepy, shall we go to sleep?"

Dongtang nodded for an unprecedented time and gave Yunci a response. This is also considered a little improvement, at least he still has the ability to think.

Things were moved into Huo Baiyuan's room, and Qin Miao also walked in. As soon as he entered the door, a disgusting smell rushed toward his face. He saw Huo Baiyuan sitting on the floor blankly, holding Song Lishu in his arms.

Huo Baiyuan didn't change his clothes, his trouser legs were stained with yellow mud, and the blood of his fingers had already condensed. Qin Miao understood. He just sat holding Song Lishu all night.

The cloth covering the thing was lifted, and an ice coffin suddenly appeared in front of him.

Qin Miao opened the mouth and said, "I have already transported it for you."

Huo Baiyuan raised his eyes lightly now, he looked at the ice coffin in front of him, slowly stood up, and walked over with Song Lishu in his arms.

The lid was pushed open, and Huo Baiyuan looked down at Song Lishu in his arms, seemingly reluctant, he lowered his head, printed a kiss on Song Lishu’s lips, and said softly: "Lishu, I have to let go of you, you Must stay here."

Huo Baiyuan put Song Lishu into the ice coffin and started to open the light. There was a bit of chill in the ice coffin. He leaned down, stroked Song Lishu's face again, and then slowly closed the coffin lid.

Across the transparent coffin lid, Huo Baiyuan stared at Song Lishu lying in the ice coffin.

Qin Miao seemed to understand something when he saw this scene.

"Master, what are you..."

He didn't expect that Huo Baiyuan would do this, didn't he plan to put Song Li Shu in the land for security, but kept it here forever?

I don't know how long it took, Song Lishu, buried under the loess, gradually appeared, first her legs, then her hands, and finally her head.

Song Lishu was lying in the grave.

Her skin was pale, faintly tinged with blue under the moonlight, and a fishy smell was biting and unpleasant.

Time has passed so long, her body has begun to decay, and some places have turned into pus, revealing dense white bones, densely packed insects attached to her skin, gnawing her flesh.

Song Lishu's eyes closed tightly, her cheeks sunk deep, and her once-soft hair became dry and began to fall off.

A breath of life lingered all over her.

She is dead, just a corpse about to turn to bones.

Huo Baiyuan fished out Song Lishu from the loess, and he clasped this look of Song Lishu tightly in his arms. He swept away the worms on Song Lishu's body with his hand, and gently wiped off the loess on her cheeks.

It was only then that Huo Baiyuan discovered that the woman in her arms was so thin, almost covered in skin and bones, her body was cold and stiff, and there was no more ups and downs in her chest, as if she was holding a stone.

She is dead.

Huo Baiyuan had to admit.

She is really dead.

"Li Shu..." Huo Baiyuan trembled his hands and stroked Song Lishu's hard cheeks. This time, no matter how he shouted, he could no longer wake her up.