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My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator CH 533

Author:Mo Qianyi Category:Unreal Update time:2023-01-03 11:31:12

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“Chenyi said that youre as pure as lilies, so he thinks lilies are a good match for you.

“In fact, I think you and the lilies match very well as well.”

At this moment, Li Yunzi seemed to be talking to Yang Qingtian and also talking to herself.

And Yang Qingtian was standing next to her, listening to what she said with sorrow in her eyes that couldnt be dissolved.

“Qingtian, have I ever said that I actually envy you I envy you having parents who love you, I envy you having a boyfriend who loves you, and I envy you being outstanding.

“Youre like a shining star that makes people in the dark look at you unconsciously and envy you at the same time.

“Most of the time, I wonder why I cant be a shining star like you.

Ive been working hard to become one.

“Unfortunately, no matter how hard I try, I still cant become a shining star.

So, I envy you even more.

“But now, youre dead… Qingtian, rest in peace.

Be a shining star again in your next life…”

After saying that, Li Yunzi looked ahead quietly for a while, then squatted down and put the lily in her hand on the ground.

After Li Yunzi left, Yang Qingtian squatted down and wanted to get the pure white lily on the ground.

However, her translucent hand passed through the lily and she couldnt touch it at all.

“Im dead.

Im really dead…”

Looking at her semi-transparent hand in front of her eyes, the black fog on Yang Qingtians body suddenly vibrated violently, showing that her emotions were extremely unstable.

“I regret it.

What if I regret it I dont want to die.

I dont want to die.

I want to live.

I want to live.

Boohoo… I was wrong.

I was wrong!”

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She was truly ridiculously wrong.

No matter how difficult it was, as long as she was still alive, there would be a day that everything would pass after all.

And if she died, she would lose everything.

Her parents, her friends, her teachers who had high expectations for her, everything was gone…

“Theres only one life.

No one has a chance to regret.” Lu Zijia looked at the scenery in the distance and said calmly.

Hearing that, Yang Qingtian cried even harder.

At this moment, she was extremely regretful.

She regretted that she made a mistake back then and regretted that she didnt cherish her life.

There was no second chance in life.

This was a simple reason, but many people still didnt understand it…

“Lets go!”

Lu Zijia said to Yang Qingtian after waiting for a while and immediately put her into the talisman.

After leaving the roof, Lu Zijia quickly caught up with Li Yunzi, who left first.

When she looked at Li Yunzis face just then, she found that Li Yunzi was carrying a debt of life.

So, you really couldnt judge a book by its cover.

Peoples faces deceived people most easily.

Of course, it still needed to be investigated if the life Li Yunzi was carrying was Yang Qingtians.

Li Yunzi, who was walking out of the school, saw a familiar figure on the way.

She was delighted and she quickly ran over.

“Chenyi, why are you back at school”

Chenyi, whom Li Yunzi was talking about, was a tall, handsome man with a gentle, gentlemanly temperament.

However, at this moment, Su Chenyi was looking haggard and his eyes seemed a bit dim and lifeless.

Seeing Li Yunzi, Su Chenyi stopped walking and a wry smile appeared on his haggard face.

“I suddenly remembered what Xiao Qing and I buried on campus.

I wanted to bring it home, so I came.”

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