She did not believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods, but she did not believe them.

But the real place before her made her feel dazed and confused.

A ripples rippled in the inner circle of the small porcelain cup in my hand.

It raises up gently, and then falls gently.

In fact, no matter what, no matter where it is.

As long as you are still alive, that's fine.

When his thoughts were restored, Shi Qing took out a pair of phoenix hairpins.

"Master's wife, do you know this?"

Su Tang's eyes flashed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed.

I took it over and looked carefully for a while, "Where did you get it?"

"My grandma Fu Ci left it to her two daughters."

"Then she now..."

"Fu Ci died when he was five years old."

Su Tang suddenly realized, "He's dead!"

Five years old, that's more than twenty years old.

But she had never heard of Princess Chuning's return.

Shi Qing raised her eyes, "Master's wife knows Fu Ci's grandmother?"

Su Tang put the phoenix hairpin back into the box, and moved with caution and a little respectful.

When he looked up, his expression was serious, "Xiao Wu, the divine realm is real."

"But it is not that outsiders think it is a fairyland that is inseparable from the world, but that there is murder everywhere, and the strong are respected."

"The people here understand the divine realm only for longevity and long life, but they do not know that the word longevity is limited to the strong. Many people cannot survive even if they are a hundred years old."
Chapter completed!