A cool night

It wasn't until his death that he realized that he was not an ordinary mortal, but Ye Hongyu, the little king of the underworld, who was in charge of millions of ghosts and spirits in the underworld, rewarded good and punished evil, was fair and strict, and controlled the cycle of life and death for mortals.

Standing next to the Sansheng Stone, memories from the past came flooding back. It turned out that the woman was not named Ye Kexin, nor was she a ghost from the East, but an angel from the West. I vaguely remembered that one morning five hundred years ago, I and my friend Yue Xi were playing on the chessboard.

After fighting hard, the judge held a small red book and ran over with excitement on his face to report: "Master, today there is a different and extremely special woman. She is an angel in the Western Paradise, who maintains world peace and guides souls.

...Angel!" He and Yue Xi looked shocked: Angel? Curious, he took the red booklet in the judge's hand and looked at it with Yue Xi. They saw clearly written on it: Fiona: Purple Shang, The Dream of the West

The youngest daughter of the king of the capital, in charge of dreams, a water angel, with extremely high cultivation, good at strategy and scheming, launched an angel rebellion; framed her sister, murdered her husband, and stabbed the youngest son of the Emperor of Heaven: Ares Disu. The Emperor of Heaven was furious and punished

Reincarnation for ten lives, each life has experienced: love, hate, resentment, not getting what you want, life and death are not waiting for each other, life will cause suffering; there will be no good death, no good ending. In each reincarnation, the magic power will be halved, and the heart will be broken. Only in the tenth life, the magic power will be reduced.

Exhausted, died of a broken heart, and lost his soul.

For thousands of years, the East and the West have never interacted with each other and have not interfered with each other. Today, they are willing to open the door between the East and the West for this woman, and also make her experience torture, life is worse than death. This shows how big a heinous crime she has committed.

Such a vicious, selfish, and vicious-hearted woman would not regret her death. In this life, I have the most disdain and disgust for such a vicious-hearted woman who uses all kinds of means.

I remember when I first saw her, she was surrounded by a faint purple light. Her face was not as gentle as jade like a mortal woman; not as charming and charming as a woman from the demon world; nor as noble and elegant as a woman from the divine world, but she was

It can't be described in words. She is so charming, but she has a face that people can't refuse. Even though I have seen countless stunning beauties of all kinds, I can't help but be deeply shocked by her beauty. Such beauty is a disaster, compared to

The disaster that Daji brought to the world was hundreds of times more powerful. No wonder it caused chaos in the Western Paradise.

Her long, silky purple hair reaches her ankles, and she wears a pure white waist-cinching dress wrapped around her exquisite body. The delicate pattern on the skirt is in pieces, and beneath it is a pair of crystal clear jade butts full of scars.

There is a delicate silver anklet wrapped around the jade feet, which makes the jade feet even more small and cute. When she holds her hand, the jade feet are exposed in the air and a lotus grows step by step. The huge wings stretched out from her back are weak.

Hanging on the ground, a long chain glowing with golden light penetrated her huge wings and slender collarbones, binding her hands behind her back. The long chain exuded an irresistible pressure that did not belong to the East, pressing on her

Her body made it difficult for her to move. Her purple feathers were scattered all over the road. Her wings were scarred and her flesh and blood were flying. It was terrible to see.

But she didn't care. She still straightened her back and looked extremely arrogant. The long eyelashes on her deep purple eyes were fluttering like butterflies in summer. Her pale lips were pursed proudly, and her unruly eyes were straight.

Looking straight at herself and Yuexi, her small lips curled up in a half-smile, and she was so arrogant. Although her clothes were torn and in a state of embarrassment, she didn't have the panic or frightened expression that a felon should have, as if she was begging for mercy.

A divine king sent by his superiors to inspect the work was so calm and elegant. As a little Pluto, he suddenly felt that his authority was being silently challenged. He could not help but darken his face and ordered in disgust: "Take her to the reincarnation stage..."

." Watching her walk across the Naihe Bridge, pass by the Sansheng Stone, drink Meng Po Soup, and jump off the Samsara Platform without hesitation, I felt extremely happy.

In the first life, she was reborn into a family of officials, betrayed by her husband, betrayed by her sister, and beheaded with a sword by the man she longed for. She was lonely and helpless throughout her life, and died with hatred.

Second life: She was reincarnated into the royal family and became a princess. She was sent to get married by her parents and brothers, was severely beaten by her husband, framed by her wives and concubines, died tragically as a child, was quartered by her beloved, and died in a foreign land.

Third life: She was reincarnated into a medical family, with extraordinary talents and rejuvenated skills. She was betrayed by her senior sister, blasphemed by her senior brother, sent to the guillotine by her parents, and killed by the third prince whom she admired.

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Sixth life: She had no father or mother, and became a beggar, begging for a living. Later, she was sold into a brothel by traffickers, played with by others, and raped to death.
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