"It’s not who I take you for." Jiqiao looked back at her. He was covered in blood. "It’s yourself. Who are you? Who were you in your previous life? Hehe, since he dare not say, let me tell you about your past life … it was the fairy king of Yaochi that year. "

Yin Niang felt that there was a bang in her head, like a flash that broke a chord in her heart. She just stared at the man in front of her and shook her head hard. "You, you are talking nonsense. You are the person that Master liked in the past. She has, she has …"
She’s gone! Yin Niang wants to tell him.
But … But what is so painful in my heart?
What suddenly gushed out such a strong agitation and anxiety?
She felt as if her mind had suddenly been torn into several pieces, and she couldn’t stick it together.
She was Wang Miaoxiang in a previous life?
That great master fell in love with a scene and finally fell into a sad scene?
The wonderful fairy who has gone beyond redemption?
That’s impossible. How is that possible?
However, she remembered that Master sometimes looked at her eyes with strange melancholy and sighs, just like looking at another person. She also remembered that Master Fei Qiongxian occasionally gave her eyes full of guilt and anxiety when flirting.
"haven’t you remembered?" JiQiao held out his hand with laughter. His palm glowed blue. "Let me help you …"
He reached out his hand to Yin Niang’s forehead.
Yin Niang’s eyes are full of horror. She has both a desire to know and a legal understanding of past life memories. She is afraid that when she sees Jiqiao’s blue hand, she will touch her forehead. She suddenly stretches her foot and kicks Jiqiao’s leg. Jiqiao immediately loses her center of gravity and rolls to the ground, while she moves to a tree next to her.
She leaned back against the trunk and forced her to run to the mountain with her hands tied behind her. Jiqiao laughed wildly. She ran desperately as if she could throw away the pain and anxiety in her heart.
She doesn’t know how long she has been running. The only thing she can hear in her ears is her own heartbeat, which shakes the eardrum and makes her unbearable as if she were going to tear her body apart.
A stone tripped her, and she rolled down the hill and fell into a stream. The cold stream soaked her dress, as if the whole world had lost its warmth.
She took a few steps with difficulty when a green light fell from the sky and someone held her nervously.
Chapter 11 Dolls
The man "Yin Niang" asked her anxiously, "What happened?"
She recognized the man in front of her and threw herself into his arms, crying.
"Master, master ….." She cried like a homecoming child.
"What happened to Yin Niang?" The wind soul untied her hands and tied the fairy rope. The voice was full of anger. "Did that guy do something to you?"
Yin Niang kept shaking his head in his arms.
At this time, Ling Ning also flew in a colorful phoenix to watch Yin Niang anxiously.
The wind soul pushed Yin Niang a little so that she could observe her pear-blossom face. "Tell me what’s going on?"
Yin Niang barely calmed down and said, "I’m, I’m fine. The man took me out and then, then he died. I was scared and ran away …"
The wind soul was relieved and wiped her face and tears and said, "Let’s go back first."
He put his arm around the beautiful girl’s waist with one hand and bent her legs with the other, and lifted her up to the sky.
Ling Ning followed them.
They didn’t notice that a figure as small as a few inches was drilled from the grass where they were, and they were watching them get farther and farther away with a strange smile on their back.
Clouds floating, the sun shining, the hidden mother leaning against the master’s arms, I felt a lot of uneasiness dissipated in my heart.
After a long silence, she whispered, "Master, am I really, really …"
The wind soul looked down at her. "What is it?"
"No, nothing!"
She was silent …
Scattered leaves can’t cover the pale sky.
Jiqiao fell to the ground and looked at the green light and colorful Luan flying far away in the sky
Sorrow and anger filled his heart like a burning flame. His chest was squeezed and twisted, but he stopped bleeding forever.
Blood keeps flowing, and life slowly leaves him. There are more than just youthful spirit in the wind and soul purple knife, and even Jin Xian can be burned to ashes. Candle dragon left the fire. Although he barely avoided the heart and died tragically on the spot without being stabbed, Candle dragon fire poison had already invaded his heart. When the spirit was condensed and infected with Candle dragon fire poison, even the Emperor Xuantian Zhenwu of the North was able to cure her bullying.
Is the thought of Nie Yinniang returned to the man’s arms, he felt unwilling.
He is not afraid of death, but he is not willing to die like this. He fell there and roared in a "wind soul" tone, and the birds fluttered with anger.
Just then he heard someone making a sound around him.
"Did you hear that?" First came a voice as cold as pig iron: "He just called out that guy’s name."
"Well," a sweet and tired voice replied, "It seems that he hates the wind soul."
"I hate him, too." Cold as iron sounded again. "I wish I could kill him ten thousand times."
"You can’t even kill him once," said the sweet, annoying girl. "Let me guess what this person hates Feng Soul. Well, it must be that he fell in love with Feng Soul at first sight, but Feng Soul played with his body and feelings and then abandoned him at random, so he could …"
"Hey," someone snickered, "Barbie, have you been reading Tammy again recently?"
"Hum," said the sweet and annoying female voice, "So what? I feel sick when I see writing about men and women. Men are king. "
Who is it? Jiqiao sat up and looked around with difficulty, but there was one person around.
"What person?" he asked
As he asked questions, dark shadows climbed out of the ground. These dark shadows looked like twisted worms, which were strange and inexplicable, making people numb. They drilled out of the ground and made all kinds of arguments and noises until they slowly gathered into many figures or made of metal or cloth.
Doll? Ji Qiao was clutching his chest and coughing with blood. He didn’t know where these dolls came from and what they wanted to do