Du Ruoyu quickly adapted to the darkness. Outside the window, she saw the figure of Qin Yong at the door of the hotel bedroom. He was soaked through. Even if he was extremely embarrassed, he was full of suffocating beauty. His eyes were so bright and dazzling in the darkness. His expression was so innocent and aggrieved that she did not dare to enter. She wanted to say something He also felt that it was difficult to open his mouth, which was contradictory and complicated.


    "I''m not lying to you, and there''s no other woman."


    Qin Yong knows what Du Ruoyu is asking.


    I''m afraid she''s still worried about it if she doesn''t go home to stay in a hotel so late.


    But there was only so much he could say.


    The iron law of the underworld, as a ghost and God of the underworld, is not allowed to disclose any past life memory to the ordinary people, but it does not include that the stranger remembers the past life by himself. Generally speaking, people who drink Mengpo soup can no longer have the memory of the past life. Therefore, this rarely happens in the underworld. Unless there is a special existence, it is possible to retain the memory of the previous life, but those people are also recorded Yes.


    Qin Yong wants to say, but he can''t.


    As the king of Chu River, he can''t tell Du Ruoyu about her previous life, but can only secretly create opportunities for her to remember, that''s all.


    "How do you want me to believe you?"


    Du Ruoyu was indifferent and even amused at Qin Yong''s words. She heard him calling other women''s names in his sleep, but Qin Yong still kept saying what he didn''t cheat him? No other woman?


    "Time will tell."


    Qin Yong is profound and introverted, which means a deep voice.


    Hidden in the dark, he seems to be a ghost that can''t be understood. He can''t get close to him or go deep into his heart.


    "Time? Obviously, it is a very simple thing. Why do you call other women''s names when you fall asleep last night? You just need to explain to me who the woman is and what relationship is with you. Why do you cheat me that you like a person for the first time? You just have to explain it to me clearly and say sorry. Why should such a simple matter be so complicated? Or have you never told me what you''re going to tell me, and you''re going to keep it from me? "


    as like as two peas, he suddenly remembered his dream, the girl who was called snow kite, but he looked exactly the same as her.


    She was flustered and looked at Qin Yong sadly, "is it because of my face that you think I am her?"


    Qin Yong''s tone did not have any ups and downs, calm and deep, "don''t think nonsense."


    "You said! What the hell is going on! " Du Ruoyu couldn''t help it. In the dark, he finally yelled at Qin Yong, "can''t you explain it? Why don''t you explain everything to me She said that her father''s heart was broken, and her mother''s heart was broken.


    Regardless of his wet body, Qin Yong immediately prepared to run to the bedside and hold Du Ruoyu, who was crying in a low voice, into his arms. However, when he took the first step, he looked down at his wet and dirty body, and Qin Yong withdrew his steps.


    "Don''t cry, kite..."


    At the moment of his words, Qin Yong himself was in the same place.


    He called out the name almost without thinking


    Du Ruoyu fell into the ice cave. She stopped crying and looked at Qin Yong in tears. "What do you call me?"


    “……”


    "What did you just call me?"


    "Ruoyu..."


    Du Ruoyu went crazy and smashed the phone on the bedside table to Qin Yong, "you think I didn''t hear it, did you! It''s your kite! Kite! I''m Du Ruoyu! You can see it clearly! "


    Qin Yong closed his eyes heavily and didn''t dodge. His forehead was hit by the phone.


    "Qin Yong."


    “……”


    "Get out of here. I don''t want to see you."


    "Good."


    Outside the hotel, there was a torrential rain.


    Qin Yong walked alone on the empty road, the trees along the street cast a dark shadow under the streetlights.


    Qin Yong walked, beside him, a shadow with an umbrella appeared.


    This figure is a section higher than him, tall and heroic.


    "If you chase a woman like this, I''m afraid you''ll only focus on life."


    Qin Yong''s figure is stunned, slowly side eyes, look at the man who holds his umbrella, "elder brother Jiang."


    "Well." Jiang Weiyong''s face is a little bit lazy, but when you get to know the truth, Jiang Weiyong''s black face will be a little lazy


    ……


    -


    the hotel''s bedroom is back in peace.


    Du Ruoyu hid in the quilt, crying and crying, closed his eyes, crying tired, then went to sleep again.


    Go back to sleep and dream again.Du Ruoyu was as like as two peas in her dream. He saw the girl in her dream who was just like her. Even though she didn''t want to see it, Du Ruoyu found herself unable to leave her dream.


    This has never happened.


    The dream she repeated since childhood was just a monk without a face under the cherry blossom tree in the ancient temple, and from the first perspective and the third perspective.


    But now, like a bystander, she can see the faces of all the people in her dream, all the things that happen.


    Dreams are connected.


    In the last scene before she wakes up, the prime minister Qianjin named Xueyuan, with her own men, broke into Huguo temple in the dark of the moon, tied up Wu Yong, put it in a sack, and hid in her boudoir in the prime minister''s house.


    In the antique boudoir, the lights are bright.


    The girl was dressed in red, with mink hair around her neck and splendid clothes, which made her delicate cheeks beautiful.


    The maid in the room untied the sack thrown on the ground.


    With a red whip in her hand, the girl stepped on the round stool with one foot, swaggering like a bully who bullied "a good boy".


    Du Ruoyu was stunned to see the handsome monk in the sack climbing out of the sack without any expression. He slowly dusted the soiled monk''s robe. His hands folded, with Buddhist beads between his hands, but he was indifferent to blood seeping from his forehead. His eyebrows were pure and evil. His eyes looked at his nose and his heart. He did not look at the girl.


    "Amitabha, even if you want to invite me to the prime minister''s house, you should not be so grand."


    The girl whipped the red whip on the ground of no one''s body. The expensive carpet cracked instantly. Her red lips curled up and she laughed arrogantly, "I declare that from today on Oh no, from tomorrow on, you have no need to return to the secular world! Return to the world of mortals, and come to my prime minister''s house in the future, and be my fake monk. "


    "Miss, a monk who is still a layman can''t use a number. You have to think of a name for the monk."


    "Oh, yes." The girl nodded and thought seriously, "just call Just call Qin Yong. How about it? Qin Yong? Does that sound good? "


    Wu Yong''s calm and indifferent face finally showed a trace of fear.


    "Sin! Don''t be fooled, benefactor Xueyuan. "


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