Some people and things always have to wait until they are lost to realize how valuable they are.
The breeze is a touch of soul under the Naihe Bridge. For thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years, the breeze likes to watch quietly as the dead people cross the Naihe Bridge, big, small, old, young, injured and disabled. They are either sad, unwilling, indifferent, or calm.
"Sister, can you light a lamp for me? It's so dark." Qingfeng looked at the infant spirit that had not yet transformed, with chaotic eyes, wrinkled features, and a faint yellow halo around it. This is an infant spirit that is less than a month old, Qingfeng thought lightly. Ying Ling saw that she hadn't moved and called her sister again. Suddenly, the breeze moved. The yellow halo around the infant spirit was gradually infected by blue, and blood red spread in the underworld. The twelve animal heads on the Naihe Bridge seemed to fly out with teeth and claws. The infant spirit flying towards the Naihe Bridge not only did not feel scared, but touched the animal heads in novelty. After thanking her sister, she reincarnated into the world again. Qingfeng only nodded lightly in response. With the departure of the infant spirit, Naihe Bridge returned to calm, as if the matter did not exist.
Po Meng raised her head and glanced at Qingfeng, then lowered her head and continued to tinker with her potion. This was Po Meng's only pleasure. Perhaps when she got used to a profession, she would fall in love with it and take pleasure in it. The two have been getting along like this. Po Meng can no longer remember who was here first, but it is no longer important. Po Meng thought they could always accompany each other like this, even though the two never said a word. But everything was disrupted with the arrival of the immortal.
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