Chapter 999

Gu Jin turns his head fiercely, and the lamp lights up the darkness around him.

An Mingji, who followed her before, and others were gone.

"Xiao an?" Gu Jin's face suddenly turned pale, and she called anxiously.

There was no response except for the cold wind.

Gu Jin was in a panic and immediately went back to find an Mingji.

The light in the dark showed her staggering.

The missing an Mingji is now gloomy and full of the fierce air of destroying the sky and the earth.

Clearly he just followed closely behind a Jin, suddenly, in front of a flower, between heaven and earth as if he was alone.

In front of him was the same mountain as before, but his face changed.

"Ah Jin?"

He called out Gu Jin's name, and an ethereal echo came from the distance.

An Mingji's face became more and more gloomy and terrifying. The air around him seemed to be still. Without the wind, even his breathing was very clear.

He raised his feet and walked forward. Just now, the distance between him and ah Jin was within reach.

Recalling the strange scene just now, an Mingji's sharp eyes gradually overcast.

As he walked on, he called out, "ah Jin, ah Jin?"

To a certain place, an Mingji suddenly stopped.

There was a way, but he couldn't move on anyway.

It's like there's a border.

With a wave of her hand, an Mingji attacked and left.

The powerful spirit power did not shatter the so-called "border", or even was swallowed directly.

He reached for it and felt something was wrong.

If it is a border, it is impossible that there is no response at all.

Even if he can't destroy the border, he can't have no movement.

His long, jade like hand slowly stretched forward.

An Mingji's hand easily through the "border", which makes him more sure that this is not a border.

However, without waiting for him to think deeply, the picture turned.

Solemnity, everywhere showing exquisite European decoration, the hall, people come and go, men and women are all dressed in black, all look sad.

In front of the hall, the huge sacrificial words are reflected in an Mingji's eyes.

"Master, it's time for my wife to be buried."

Familiar voice sounded in the ear, a bit more stable.

An Mingji looked back and saw Alan standing beside him, obviously more mature and masculine.

Each other's canthus grow fine lines with time, which is clearly the middle-aged Allen.

He's half bent now. He's doing Italian royal etiquette. He can't make mistakes at all.

There was no one who had been fooling around and rebellious.

An Mingji found a strange height gap between them.

Looking down, what came into his eyes was a piece of luxurious fabric, which gently covered his legs and had no weight.

He was in a wheelchair and his legs seemed unconscious.

An Mingji wants to stand up, but her legs feel straight, just like waste.

This discovery made him frown.

He raised his eyes to sweep around the people, these people face fear, fundus fear nowhere to hide, this let an Mingji whole body anger out of control.

Where is this?

Except for Alan, who is obviously mature and middle-aged, he is so strange to everything around him.

And what did Alan just say?

Madame?

The owner's ugly face came into Allen's eyes, and he sighed with a low, inaudible sigh.

Allen walked naturally behind the master, reached for his wheelchair skillfully and went to the center of the hall.

There were exquisite coffins, the lid of which was not closed.

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