My Ex-Husband Who Died a Hundred Years Ago

Jiang Yuran has a husband. They met when they were young, but their relationship was not deep. They got married due to an accident. Later, due to an accident, her husband died and she became her ex-husband. Jiang Yuran immediately shared the good news with her good sisters. The good sisters expressed their congratulations and congratulated her on finally getting rid of her bondage. When they heard that the most beautiful woman in the Qingyuan world, the husband whom no one had ever seen, died, many people's thoughts were moved. There are men and women, some covet her beauty, some covet her money, some plot the spiritual treasure in her hand, etc... One day later, when Jiang Yuran and his sisters were having fun in Huayue Tower, a man fell from the sky, and the air-conditioning around him made others retreat. Jiang Yuran smelled of alcohol: "Hey, this young man, you are so good-looking. Could it be that he is the new guy in the building..." The man's eyes seemed to be filled with coldness: "I heard that I have been dead for a hundred years?" When Jiang Yuran heard a familiar voice, he was half sober in an instant. Man: "I heard that today is the 100th anniversary of my death?" The room was silent. The next moment, more than ten people around Jiang Yuran ran away in a hurry. The man lowered his eyes and looked at her: "I heard that Sword Master Guming, Demon Master Suhuai, Immortal Lord Shunyang, and Young Master of Tianxuan Sect are all pursuing you?" Jiang Yuran spilled the wine in his hand: "Fu Fu Fu..." "Fu Ziyi." He suddenly smiled: "Not bad, I can still remember my last name." When Jiang Yuran saw his smile, his face was full of shock. Why did this old master come back with such a dead face? ! She packed her bags and ran away overnight. It is said that many people saw a handsome male immortal slashing open the guest room of Huayue Tower with a sword, then he paid the money with a cold face and left with the sword. It looked like he was chasing someone. Oh no. It's about chasing people. Intention: I haven't thought about it yet