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On the dim roadside of Huangquan, ghosts and ghosts roamed wildly, and half of the setting sun hung forever. Wu Lingxi dreamed of this place again, but it was different from the past. In today's dream, she was wearing a red wedding dress. He descended from the sky, dressed in black and red hydrangeas, with his long hair rolled up, and his sedan floated over to greet the bride. "Why? Why does it have to be me?" Wu Lingxi raised her legs and ran away. He held Wu Lingxi's slender waist into his arms with a sullen face and whispered with cold lips. "Wu Lingxi, I can find you even if you run away to the ends of the earth." The memory is sealed, and the loveliness will not be forgotten. Under the peach blossom tree, Wu Lingxi looked like a light green girl, with petals falling all over her head, and she looked back with a charming smile. In a blink of an eye, the girl was lying in a pool of blood. -------- "Fate always changes a thousand times, so he must fall in love with her at all costs, but when it changes a thousand times, she dies." ---------- The little Taoist priest drew his sword and stepped forward. The little fox turned around and ran away. He had been running away for five hundred years... "I don't want to forget her. She is my only obsession in this life." "Legend has it that in the deepest part of the underworld, there was a handsome young man who gave up his soul and stayed in the underworld for five hundred years. After finally being promoted to one of the three kings of hell, he went to the human world to find his wife." "They have been entangled for three lives. It is a destined marriage."