One Night Lovely Wife $5.50: Overwhelming Black Belly Husband Chapter 1925: He will never have a bottom line on her【2】

Nalan Xiner's choked voice and the slight sob made Dongfang Yunhe's heart soften.

It's a mess!

Once upon a time, this proud, stubborn and arrogant little guy never shed a tear, even though he was betrayed and cruelly framed by his family.

Nowadays, this crystal clear and pure teardrop has slipped down for Xuanyuan Mo.

He was both upset and distressed.

Speaking of which, it's still a distressing ingredient, and I want more.

Kneading her sore and trembling heart, Dongfang Yunhe stretched out her hand and pulled her shoulder: "Okay, darling, don't cry... Your eyes are swollen..."

He stretched out his hand to wipe her tears, his cold palm running across her tender skin.

Nalan Xiner sniffed her nose, and the tears fell even more fiercely: "Wuwu, uncle, if you don't answer my question, that's a tacit agreement? Big cousin, he, he really has a soul. Can't you be reincarnated? Just like this, just like this, will you be extinct in the world forever?"

Too cruel!

She really can't take it.

Especially when I think of the three things my eldest cousin told her before she died.

Thinking about it at this moment, every piece reveals the deep love of her big cousin.

Obviously, the eldest cousin hates the uncle the most, and the two of them are like insulators. However, the eldest cousin told her to marry the uncle and live a good life, and ignore the family grievances.

At the moment of his death, the eldest cousin never worried about his own destiny, never cared that he would disappear forever, not even a trace of his soul, and was full of only her safety and happiness!

How can this make her not suffering, not sad!

She really blames herself!

Tears were falling, as if they were knocking on Dongfang Yunhe's heart, and it hurt his internal organs.

He held Nalan Xiner tightly in his arms, pursed his lips, and said helplessly: "Actually, it's not impossible..."

Nalan Xiner immediately held her breath and concentrated, with tears still hanging on her eyelashes, she raised her small face and stared at him for a moment: "What can I do? You must tell me, uncle!"

Dongfang Yunhe looked like she was looking forward to it, how could she possibly hide her secrets?

The bottom of my heart softened, and my throat was slightly hoarse: "Actually, although a person is dead and his soul is scattered, if you can find a trace of blood and flesh left by him, even if it is a hair, there is a glimmer of hope. to reunite his soul."

"Really?!" The light in Nalan Xiner's eyes is getting brighter and brighter, "Then, uncle, will you reunite the soul art?"

Dongfang Yunhe couldn't bear to see her hope fail, but he shook his head truthfully: "I practice the technique of priests, and I don't know how to gather souls. However, there is a kind of spiritual master in this world, called a soul master, and there is another kind of spiritual master. , called the Bone Painter. They all have secret soul-gathering spells, which can regenerate those who are dead and soulless, or regenerate by painting bones.”

Soul masters and bone painters belong to this world, and are quite mysterious beings among the supernatural beings.

If it wasn't for someone like Dongfang Yunhe who knew astronomy and geography, I'm afraid they wouldn't even know about them.

Of course, it was the first time Nalan Xiner heard about it, and her eyes widened in surprise.

Rebirth?

Bone painting reborn?

Can people really get a chance to do it all over again through these spells?

Are you as lucky as she is?

Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind—what kind of opportunity did she get in the last life to be reborn in this life?

Who gathered souls or painted bones for her?