MTL - I Accidentally Picked Up the Villain By Mistake After Wearing the Book-Chapter 43

The yin from the bottom is blowing.

Ning Yueyue noticed something was wrong and guessed that there might be some amazing monsters underground.

Just as she was about to tear off the sandalwood beads on her neck, a gust of wind suddenly blew.

She only felt that she was grasped by a pair of strong hands, and the man pulled her hard.

Immediately, her head hit a hard chest and fell into a warm embrace.

Ning Yueyue's hanging heart was completely put down, she didn't need to look up to know that it was Rong Xiao.

She thought in a trance, Yi Rongxiao's cultivation base and skill can definitely easily escape this dark formation, but how did he come down?

Is it because I was standing in the shadowy formation and didn't have time to reflect, or because I was worried about her... jumping down?

The thoughts in my heart are ups and downs, in such a quiet space.

Ning Yueyue smelled the fresh pine wood fragrance, lingering on the tip of her nose. I don't know if it was because the surrounding was too dark. Dip into her body and mind.

The fall may have reached the bottom, and a cool and pleasant male voice came from his ear, "Hold on to me."

Ning Yueyue did not hesitate, stretched out her hands and hugged Rong Xiao's waist tightly, while burying her face in his chest.

Heart pounding, Ning Yueyue hugged Rong Xiao's waist, only felt her face warm slightly.

Rong Xiao stiffened and looked down subconsciously. But it was too dark to see anything. He only felt that the arms around his waist were soft and boneless, leaving a burning sensation on his waist.

She hugged her tightly, and it was the moment she fell, Rong Xiao didn't know what was going on. Therefore, he didn't grab her hand that hugged her waist tightly, but remained silent.

Rong Xiao hugged Ning Yueyue all the way down, when he was about to reach the bottom of the cave, Rong Xiao pulled out the long sword on his back with his backhand. The immortal sword was unsheathed and fell straight to the bottom of the cave, with a soft sound of "bang", the sound of the sword hummed softly, and it went straight into/into the ground.

At the same time, the sword light was bright, illuminating the underground scene.

Ning Yueyue had already made preparations for the presence of corpses underground, but she did not expect the scene in front of her to widen her eyes in shock.

The tomb is not big and formed naturally. Intricate patterns are engraved on the coffin. The top of the coffin was covered with messy talisman paper, and the spells on the talisman paper were the same as those on the coffin.

It is a very high level of confinement spell.

Rong Xiao hugged Ning Yueyue and slowly landed, and as soon as his feet landed on the ground, Rong Xiao brushed away Ning Yueyue's arm around her waist. Immediately stepped forward, his black eyes fell on the coffin.

Ning Yueyue thought to herself, it's really hard to guess a man's mind.

Just now he told me to hug him tightly, but after hugging him, he turned his face and didn't recognize him!

Rong Xiao used his spiritual power to probe the coffin, but found nothing.

Ning Yueyue also came closer to see, and walked around the coffin, "Strange, what's in this coffin? I didn't feel the ghost." But the strange thing is, An unsteady aura floated around the coffin, and it was a very familiar aura.

Rong Xiao turned his head to look at Ning Yueyue, his black eyes fell on her fair neck. Fortunately, the wound was not deep, and the bright red blood had coagulated.

Ning Yueyue didn't seem to feel any pain, she didn't care about the wound on her neck at all, instead she carefully probed around the coffin.

"Hee hee." A laughing female voice suddenly sounded from the tomb, "Afan, are you still sleeping?"

When Ning Yueyue heard this ghostly voice, she suddenly approached Rong Xiao and looked around.

However, the tomb was silent, and no monsters appeared.

Only a soft and gentle female voice was heard again, accompanied by a burst of laughter.

The laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, "If you don't get up again, I'll put some ink on your face to draw prosperity?"

Ning Yueyue and Rong Xiao listened for a while, and their eyes fell on the coffin in front of them.

The talisman paper on the coffin was flying, and voices were constantly heard inside.

"Let's go and say goodbye, I don't know what year, I'd like to wait for you to come back."

"So what? If I can't grow old with you, then my life will be like flowers and plants, withering with the wind and nowhere to be seen."

"You have a vow to keep with her, so where did you put me?"

…

These bits and pieces of words, like weeping, resentment, like jade hitting a stone, echoed in the narrow coffin.

"In this coffin, shouldn't it be?" Ning Yueyue reached out to touch the talisman, but Rong Xiao grabbed her wrist. He glanced at her with black eyes, and finally spit out two words, "I'm coming."

Purple light rippling from his hands, the talisman engraved on the coffin shattered with the wind, and the talisman paper flew all over the sky.

At the same time, more intense voices came from the coffin, intertwined.

"I never hated a man so much!"

"I would like you to never meet in life and never meet in death."

…

This voice is getting more and more piercing, listen carefully, and it is a little familiar.

"This female voice seems to be Yunniang's voice?"

Rong Xiao slowly opened the coffin lid, and suddenly thousands of transparent phantom memory bubbles floated from the inside, large and small, colorful. Each one had a picture, and Ning Yueyue was dazzled when she saw it, and suddenly a ball of light hit her eyes.

Rong Xiao's eyes were quick, and he raised his hand with a sword.

"Have you heard? That poor boy next door is going to join the army."

"If you want me to tell you, Miss Ye is really asking for trouble. You say she is beautiful, and she is the daughter of Master Shang. Who is not good to marry? Poor, just to marry such a person, disobeying his father and being kicked out of the family, is it worth it?"

The sky was full of snow and flakes, and every household in this village closed their doors. Standing outside the only open door, Ning Yueyue saw two aunties in thick red padded jackets coming together to mend clothes and soles. She was inexplicably brought here, and just as she was about to walk over to ask where these two people are, she heard the two aunts continue to say, "But let me tell you, we rarely see someone as handsome as that boy Guo Fan in our village. "

"Is it useful to look good?" The other raised his chin disdainfully, "Look at his family, they are so poor they can't help."

Ning Yueyue followed the line of sight of the two of them, and she saw a man not far away, who was skillfully stepping on a wooden ladder to climb to the roof of her house.

The straw house looks crumbling.

Ning Yueyue walked over slowly and saw Guo Fan when she was young, his expression was gentle, his eyebrows were full of smiles, and he said to the inner room: "Yunniang, come and see, there are really birds. I made a nest on the roof."

As soon as he finished speaking, a woman in a blue dress walked out with her skirt lifted. Ning Yueyue looked forward, her eyes lit up.

The woman has blue silk combed into a woman's bun. With watery eyes and a tear mole under the corner of her eye, she smiled and looked up at Guo Fan, her eyes full of love, "Afan, be careful!"

"Wait, I'll take down this bird's nest." Guo Fan said, and then he carefully held the bird's nest with one hand and walked down the wooden ladder with the other.

Yunniang shook her head and said, "What are you doing with the bird's nest?"

Guo Fan went down to the last few squares, jumped down, and ran to Yunniang as if holding a bird's nest to offer a treasure: "Look at you, haven't you ever seen a chick?"

Yunniang looked down and saw a nest of fluffy young birds in the nest. Before she opened her eyes, her heart was about to melt, and she sighed: "So cute."

"Really?" Guo Fan said with a smile, "Why didn't my husband lie to you?"

Yunniang covered her lips with a smile, and said coquettishly, "Just put it back."

Guo Fan listened to her very much. Hearing that, he held the bird's nest and climbed to the roof again, carefully putting the bird's nest back in place.

This is... Guo Fan and Yunniang when they were young?

Ning Yueyue watched the two of them brush her shoulders as if no one else walked into the house hand in hand, and soon understood.

There must be a huge hidden memory circle around the coffin in the cave. Fang Cai Rong Xiao's sword split the formation, so Ning Yueyue fell into this memory formation.

Once this memory circle is activated, it cannot be stopped, but I don't know, whose memory did she fall into?

As Ning Yueyue expected.

Rong Xiao stood outside the coffin, staring coldly at the magic circle that he split with his sword. Countless overlapping and chaotic memory light spheres floated in front of them, and the magic circle was bright and flickering with a strange shimmer.

Rong Xiao's black eyes searched in the ball of light.

Ning Yueyue was sucked in by the split memory array, and she couldn't come out unless the memory collapsed.

Since she couldn't come out, Rong Xiao could only find a way to go in and find her.

A moment in reality, a year in memory.

Ning Yueyue slowly realized that she had fallen into Yunniang's memory.

As a memory person, I can't leave Yunniang's side. Only when the past between Guo Fan and Yunniang ends and the memory collapses can I leave.

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Yunniang's memory began when she was fifteen years old.

Her full name is Ye Qingyun, the daughter of no Yecheng merchant.

Since childhood, she has been proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Since then, it has become famous and has been in the limelight for a while.

At the age of fifteen, Ye Qingyun followed Madam Ye to a small temple outside the city to offer incense. I still remember that it was a day of heavy snow, and the entire Yeless City was covered with white snow like flying flakes. On such a snowy day, Ye Qingyun, dressed in a green dress, white fox fur, and a light white veil, knelt dignifiedly on the futon, and secretly made a wish.

Find a man she likes, and grow old together.

She just didn't expect that wish to come true soon.

On the day they returned to the city, the Ye family's carriage was surrounded by bandits, and Ye Qingyun was escorted to run down the mountain. The scene at that time was too flustered, and Ye Qingyun stepped on the air without paying attention and rolled down from the foot of the mountain.

When she woke up, she saw a man's sleeve brushing towards her face as soon as she opened her eyes. Ye Qingyun was still in a trance at that time, and he hadn't figured out the situation yet, seeing that there was a man so close to him. One sat up in shock, raised his hand and slapped it, shouting, "Deng Tuzi!"

The man in front of him covered his face, his gentle face was full of surprise, but he didn't look angry. He looked at Ye Qingyun's agile eyebrows, lowered his eyes, and said, "The girl has misunderstood, Guo is protecting the girl... from the rain."

In front of me is a strange and dilapidated thatched hut. At this moment, there is a hole in the roof of the hut, and raindrops are constantly falling. And the man in front of her didn't know how much rain she blocked, and half of her white sleeves were wet.

Ye Qingyun quickly understood her situation, she stared at this man blankly, and whispered: "You saved me."

Guo Fan nodded.

Ye Qingyun covered her aching forehead, only to realize that a bandage was wrapped around her head, "Am I injured?"

Guo Fan still nodded gently, "The doctor said that you fainted when you hit your head. Did something happen to the girl?"

She is a woman in a boudoir. She has been thoughtful in her words and deeds since she was a child. How could she ever hit someone with such anger as she is today, it is really hurtful and elegant. So those black eyes looked at Guo Fan and asked in a low voice, "Does your face still hurt?"

Guo Fan was stunned for a while, then shook his head and smiled gently: "It doesn't hurt, the girl is not very strong."

Seeing his simple and honest appearance, Ye Qingyun pursed his lips and smiled.

Because Ye Qingyun was slightly injured all over his body and his fingers were inconvenient to move, Guo Fan asked himself to write a letter for Ye Qingyun.

Ye Qingyun covered her lips and spoke in a low voice, while Guo Fan sat not far away and listened very carefully to what she said, and then lowered his head, lowered his eyes, and carefully wrote with a pen dipped in ink .

The cold wind from the outside blows in, making it especially freezing. Ye Qingyun saw that Guo Fan's hands were covered with frostbite. He sat in the corner of the cold desk. Even though he was shivering from the cold, he was still invisible and wrote stroke by stroke.

Ye Qingyun knew that Guo Fan's family was poor, but he had never known her, but he was not stingy when he treated her injuries and prescribed medicines. He gave her his bed and went to sleep in the cold chair.

Thinking about this, Ye Qingyun couldn't bear to say: "Master, come here and write."

Guo Fan shook his head, "I'm not cold." His voice was trembling.

Ye Qingyun pursed her lips, hugged the dark brazier, and walked in front of Guo Fan. She leaned over to read Guo Fan's words, and it was unexpectedly beautiful. Every stroke is majestic and atmospheric, and it is quite everyone's model. She couldn't help but praised a few words, but Guo Fan always had a gentle smile, neither arrogant nor impetuous, "The girl is laughing."

Later, while Ye Qingyun was waiting for the Ye family to pick her up, she faced Guo Fan all day long, and unexpectedly discovered that the two had similar interests.

Ye Qingyun was raised in her boudoir since she was a child.

They sat side by side under the breeze and the sun, discussing scriptures and chanting poems, and watching the stars in the dark night, like the moonlight, and talking about the past and the present.

Ye Qingyun gradually realized that Guo Fan's family was poor, but his ambition was lofty, and his words and deeds did not lose the gentleman's demeanor.

It's just as written in a normal book.

Ye Qingyun quickly developed a girlish fascination with Guo Fan.

However, Ye Qingyun didn't know at that time, it was easy to be emotional, but difficult to stay together.

The letter she wrote was sent to Ye's back.

People from the Ye family came soon and took Ye Qingyun back to the Ye family. And in return for Guo Fan's life-saving grace, he let him work in the Ye family.

Everything after that was as the neighbors said, Ye Qingyun and Guo Fan fell in love with each other.

And that year, Ye Qingyun married Guo Fan with the sincerity of a girl.

Because of a break with the family, at the time of the marriage, the hall was empty, with no guests and no guests. They bowed to heaven and earth three times and fell asleep hugging each other.

At that time, Ye Qingyun naively thought that this was her and Guo Fan's forever.

However, two years after the marriage, Guo Fan's mother suffered from eye disease, and there were no frequent ice disasters in Yecheng. Guo Fan had nowhere to go. After discussing with Ye Qingyun, he decided to join the army in the capital of Li Kingdom.

Knowing that Guo Fan was leaving, Ye Qingyun did not stop her. On the contrary, she pawned the valuable jewelry and clothing without hesitation, and sold the small gold that her mother had given her to her, and had been wearing it since she was a child. Lock.

On the day when the snow was flying, I said goodbye to Guo Fan.

Ye Qingyun showed reluctance on that day, and the tears in her eyes could not stop. She choked her voice and said to Guo Fan: "Lang Jun, let's go now, I don't know what year, I'd like to wait for you to come back."

Guo Fan gently placed a kiss on her forehead, and said softly: "Yunniang, the battlefield is dangerous, and I can't guarantee my retreat."

Ye Qingyun smiled, "So what? If I can't grow old with you, then my life will be like flowers and plants, withering with the wind and nowhere to be seen."

Guo Fan's thin lips moved down, carefully kissed the tears from the corners of Ye Qingyun's eyes, grabbed her thin shoulders and said, "If I haven't returned for three years, don't wait for me." After a pause, he sighed, "You will find someone to take care of you."

Ye Qingyun's beautiful eyes were full of tears, but she still stubbornly said: "Langjun, I will wait for you here, three years later, no matter if you are prosperous or have nothing, you will come back. If you can't come back...I'll be waiting for you."

Guo Fan sympathetically kissed her tears and made a promise, "If you are waiting for me, I will definitely come back. Even if I die on the battlefield, my soul will return to you. "

"Never give up."

"Life and death."