bullyxtreme Chapter 257 You will have such a day sooner or later
Chapter 257 You will have such a day sooner or later
"Do you still have something to hide from me? Come to me quickly!"
Zhuo Lingchu chuckled and reached out to poke the veins on Mu Yun's forehead, "Jun'er's body is really good. After a good sleep and some food, her complexion is back to normal."
Mu Yun was so angry at Zhuo Lingchu's joke that she almost bit off her chopsticks. She called Zhuo Lingchu's name word by word: "Zhuo! Ling! Chu!"
In fact, there are still many doubts in Mu Yun's mind. How did Zhuo Lingchu die in his last life, and where were she and him finally buried?Did he always know that he had memories from his previous life?
Mu Yun knew that although Zhuo Lingchu treated her with unique sincerity, Zhuo Lingchu's thoughts were meticulous and unpredictable. Few people in the world could match them. Some things would definitely be exceeded if she just relied on her to guess. If you think too far, it may even lead to an uncontrollable situation.
She thought that if the two of them go on for a long time, there will definitely be no gap. A drop of water can eventually develop into a large fog that is enough to make people get lost, not to mention the human heart that is more difficult to fathom.
Mu Yun thought so and expressed the worries in her heart.
After Zhuo Lingchu heard Mu Yun's worries, he immediately held her hand solemnly, "Jun'er, if you have anything to ask, you can just say it. Growing up, I've been used to hiding my thoughts, many of them Things, I don’t know how to take the initiative to confide in.”
Mu Yun shook Zhuo Lingchu's sharp-jointed fingers, and the slightly raised ends of her eyes and the soft look in her eyes showed her understanding to Zhuo Lingchu.
"Jun'er, you are so considerate."
"Jun'er, you really are the person who understands me best in this world."
Seeing that Zhuo Lingchu still hesitated to answer her question directly, Mu Yun gritted her teeth, patiently, and tried to make her voice gentle and soft.
"So, what did you do? Let you and I be reborn?"
Zhuo Lingchu scratched his head. In fact, it wasn't that Zhuo Lingchu didn't want to tell Mu Yun about this matter. It was because it was so mysterious that it was difficult for normal people to understand.But since Mu Yun asked, he could only tell it slowly.
In his last life, when he was fighting against the Northern Prime Minister, he encountered a mysterious tribe that worshiped a mysterious god.This tribe has no fixed abode and adapts to the circumstances. The time and place to set up camp depends entirely on the guidance of the high priest of the tribe.
When Zhuo Ling was intercepted by them at first, he thought they were going to use a tribe of dozens of people to resist the [-] troops behind him.
But the leading high priest just held a snake-shaped cane and tapped Zhuo Lingchu from the air. Ula Wula spoke a bunch of incomprehensible prairie dialect. Before Zhuo Lingchu could finish the translation, the high priest came with The tribesmen behind him turned and left.
According to the translation at the time, what the high priest said was: God of War on the grassland, don’t focus on plundering and killing. There are things happening thousands of miles away that you need to pay more attention to.However, it is too late for you to regret it. You will definitely get nothing you ask for in this life.Our gods are willing to help you. When you have something to ask for, come to me with the guidance of your soul!
At that time, Zhuo Lingchu didn't understand what the nagging high priest meant. It wasn't until he returned to Dashuo later that he figured out that the "regret" in the high priest's mouth should have happened at that time, far away in Dashuo. My beloved, Mu Yun, must be talking about marriage with others.
After Mu Yun died in his arms, Zhuo Lingchu, who was heartbroken, had no other desire. He just wanted to follow her, but he kept struggling with where the two people's bones would eventually be buried.
Maybe there was a call from somewhere, and a distant place kept appearing in his mind.
He walked a lot and went to many places. The most beautiful place in his life was the endless prairie.
The colorful Gesang flowers in spring, the eye-catching green sea in summer, the golden reeds in autumn, the white snow in winter, every season of the year has its own unique beauty.
Mu Yun's body was carefully hidden in a non-corruptible crystal coffin by Zhuo Lingchu, and was taken all the way to the vast grassland by Zhuo Lingchu.Zhuo Lingchu wandered on the grassland for a long time, looking for the best burial place for the two of them, and finally met the nagging high priest at the place he carefully selected.
The high priest is a woman who is about 50 to [-] years old. She is dressed in a strange dress, and her face is covered with thick colors that can barely be seen clearly. She stands alone in the grassland about half a person tall, as if she has been waiting for Zhuo Lingchu for a long time.
She spoke with gloating: "I told you, sooner or later you will have such a day."
The person in front of him was clearly speaking Prairie dialect, and Zhuo Lingchu somehow suddenly understood what she said.
Zhuo Lingchu hated this kind of person who pretended to know everything. He didn't intend to pay attention to her at that time and turned around to leave.But who would have thought that the man would go straight to the point and ask him if he wanted a chance to live a new life with his beloved.
The words of the high priest were like a torch in the wilderness, instantly burning away all the ashes in Zhuo Lingchu's heart.He made a quick decision and nodded immediately.
The high priest chuckled a few times, and the wrinkles on his face became as deep as ravines.She said: "You have to agree to a condition."
Zhuo Lingchu asked her to continue without hesitation.To be honest, if he can have a chance to live another life with Mu Yun, even if he becomes a heinous villain in the next life, as long as he can be with Mu Yun in the end, even if he doesn't die well in the end, he is willing.
But the request the high priest finally made to him really shocked him.
"What conditions did she put forward?" Mu Yun's voice was trembling, and she gently interrupted Zhuo Lingchu's narration.
"She said," Zhuo Lingchu pursed his lips, looking like he was about to speak but hesitated, "Jun'er, you promise me you won't be angry with me, and then I will continue talking."
Mu Yun half-squinted her eyes, raised her chin high, and gritted her back molars, which made Zhuo Lingchu's heart skip a beat.
"Say!"
Zhuo Lingchu took a deep breath first and forcibly emboldened himself. Within half a second, his back straightened and collapsed like a deflated rubber ball. His usually clear and clear voice was filled with hollowness, "She He said that if our first child is a girl in the future, we will give it to her and inherit her position as a prairie priest."
Mu Yun's expression instantly turned into dumbfounded, "What?"
"She said that you and I are destined to be a dragon and a phoenix. Only our blood can guide their shaman tribe, which is gradually declining, to continue communicating with the gods."
"Did you agree to such a weird request?" Mu Yun felt that she was talking nonsense. If he hadn't agreed, they wouldn't be where they are now. She immediately changed her words, "No, no, how did she guarantee that our first child would be pregnant?" Is it a daughter? If it is a son, will she let us go?"