Is There Also Widowed Literature in Infinite Stream?

[Unruly and affectionate deceased husband attacks x Yaizhen will repay the poisonous woman with suffering] [Qi Ling x Shen Yuci] It is said that if a person is unlucky, his teeth will become clogged after drinking cold water, and this is especially true for Shen Yuci who was mysteriously assigned to an infinite game. Obviously the palace is still the same palace, and the people coming and going are the same as before. But from one day onwards, there were suddenly more iron boxes and a bunch of bold and scantily clad gangsters on the street. The girls wore bold clothes with their arms exposed, and the boys shaved their heads like monks. Sin, sin. Shen Yuci, the only remnant of feudalism present, closed his eyes and silently recited Do Not See Evil in his heart. He leaned against the wall and turned his beads, and recited the Pure Heart Mantra two more times. But just because he doesn't cause trouble doesn't mean that others won't cause trouble for him. The greasy young man who was the leader of the team was so crazy that he looked at the beauty in red who looked like a cosplayer and had evil thoughts. He licked his lips and was about to pull his hand: "Don't be afraid, beauty, I will take you through the dungeon~" Shen Yuci stopped reciting the Heart-Cleaning Mantra. He turned his head, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a ghostly smile gradually appeared on his peerless face: "... You called me?" Sin, sin. They provoked me first, Qi Ling.  …This is not my fault. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the eighteenth year of Qihong, Princess Shen of Chu prayed at the altar. It's called praying for blessings, but it's actually called for souls. The people were talking a lot, saying that Princess Chu was crazy. Although he has a beautiful appearance that can conquer the country and conquer the city, killing the King of Chu on the wedding night is a crime against the world and a great disgrace. After her husband passed away, the princess became obsessed with Taoist metaphysics every day for the past eighteen years. Even if the general's soul was disturbed, she would still summon his soul to see him. As a princess, she is so paranoid. Everyone shook their heads and sighed. It is reasonable for people to like to gossip. The common people came here with the intention of watching a joke. As a result, halfway through the ceremony, the princess's longing soul did not return, but a heavy rain fell in the capital, which relieved the two-month drought in the fields. The rain fell from the sky, and the people who had been whispering just now burst into tears. They knelt down and repented, praising the princess for her good life. On the high platform, Shen Yuci took off the burdensome and burdensome divine crown of attire, looked at the horizon and sighed. Eighteen years. Eighteen years after his death, his husband never came back to see him. At night, he felt depressed. After putting to sleep a nest of little rabbits she had picked up during the day, Shen Yuci wore pajamas as bright as blood and lit incense in front of her deceased husband's memorial tablet. "Qi Ling." He was leaning on the soft huanghuali wood couch in the corner of his dormitory, his black hair covering the bed like a cloud of ink. "If you don't come back, you will never come back in this life." The incense swayed upwards, and Shen Yuci sat up straighter. "If you don't come back," he threatened, "I will kill one person a day until I kill all the old, weak, women and children in this city." The incense was silent and motionless. Like the faded face of Qi Ling in the memory, unruly and profound, he smiled and joked that our Aci would never be like this. Shen Yuci sighed tiredly. Two dragon and phoenix flower candles were burning in front of the memorial tablet. Shen Yuci walked over and slowly cut off the candle wick. Suddenly, she felt that her eighteen years of life were like a joke. Separated from Yin and Yang, he and Qi Ling were like candlelight. Can't love, hate to leave. "Qi Ling..." He quietly dropped the silver scissors, "I want to remarry." The flames jumped. Immediately afterwards, as if angry, the fragrant buds of the famous weeping phoebe in front of the tablet were cut off by their roots. Shen Yuci sneered and smashed the incense burner clean. Eighteen years later, he had no expectations. After cleaning up the mess, Shen Yuci changed into her wedding clothes as usual, hugged the biggest and softest rabbit and fell into the soft satin on the bed. As a result, when I woke up the next day, the rabbit was gone. It's not just rabbits, it's a cube-like world. The silver prison has white walls and a blood-red countdown that keeps flashing underneath. The name of his deceased husband is clearly written on the top [author of the third play of Infinite Key - Qi Ling] The Buddhist bead in Shen Yuci's palm quietly broke into pieces. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Also known as "How to break the news after being a widow for eighteen years and discovering that your husband is the author of Infinite Games" #Pretend to play Ace Admiration, but actually beat the other person to death# **Don't be a widow for eighteen years, in fact, you will be young forever** **Xiaoyu knows Qinggong (Chinese Kung Fu!)** **Collect it a little bit! Grown ups! ** Purpose: Pursuing the truth