Chapter 122 Erya, You Are So Pretty

Yan Qing heard what the two of them said, but he didn't say anything. He clenched his hands tightly beside his legs. The scene in front of him shocked him so much that he stared at Yang Fan without blinking.

Watching her perform the spell with ease and a relaxed expression.

No wonder he saw her as an ordinary person that day. Even now he couldn't see how profound her cultivation was.

In a morgue far away in NC City, a male corpse suddenly caught fire without any fire. The black mark on his body disappeared in the flames, and no other part of his body was affected, as if the black mark had never appeared.

……

As the last bit of black ash on the hair fell, only Yue Ya's transparent and pure soul was left in the talisman array.

The black slap mark on Han Musen's body also completely disappeared. Except for a slight red tint, that piece of skin was no different from the surrounding skin.

The burning sensation also disappeared, and he touched his lower back, "Brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, can you see if I am okay?"

"Okay, it's okay," Yan Bin saw the black mark disappear with his own eyes.

Yang Fan slowly withdrew his hand, and the talisman array and runes disappeared.

Xiao Lin covered her mouth and exclaimed softly, "Erya's clothes..."

Yue Ya's clothes turned into a red jacket and skirt, her long hair was tied up with a red flower, her face was like a peach blossom, and she was very beautiful.

She looked down at the red coat and skirt on her body, her eyes slightly red. This was the dress she wore on the day she died.

Qian Cang secretly wiped his tears, walked over as if nothing had happened, took out the things in his pocket, and lifted the outer cloth as if they were rare treasures, revealing the comb and hairpin inside.

He clumsily and reverently inserted the hairpin into Yue Ya's hair and choked up, "Erya, you are so beautiful!"

Knowing that Arya had become a living dead and had lived so hard in the world for so long, he felt heartbroken.

Yue Ya raised her hand and touched the hairpin on her head, tears in the corners of her eyes, and her smile was full of satisfaction and happiness.

Qian Cang couldn't help but burst out the tears he had been holding back, his voice trembling, "Look at this comb, you always said that I was clumsy and the combs I made were not good to use, look at how well I made this comb, it must be very useful."

"Idiot, you don't even know how to carve some patterns on it." Yue Ya held the comb that was decades late, scolded with a smile, and couldn't control her tears falling down.

Qian Cang opened his mouth with a big smile, "I haven't learned how to carve yet. When I learn, I will carve one for you again."

"it is good……"

Time seemed to be pulled back to decades ago, back to that war-torn era.

In a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, two childhood sweethearts fell in love with each other and got engaged in the presence of their relatives and friends, living a peaceful life.

In an instant, the boy, holding tightly the gift for his beloved, fell in the gunfire, leaving no trace.

The girl's red jacket and skirt were torn to pieces by the bandits who were burning, killing and looting. She swallowed her last breath, unwilling to die in vain, in her throat, trapping her in that body. From then on, she was neither human nor ghost, wandering alone in the world.

An immortal, an immortal who does not reincarnate, the words "wait for me" not only trapped the young man whose gift was not delivered, but also trapped the young girl who did not see her beloved die in vain on her wedding day.

Yang Fan blinked and yawned, "Okay, both of you, don't be touched yet, let's pay the bill."

Yue Ya: “Okay!”

Yue Ya's original name was Yue Erya. She had lived as a living dead for so many years, and all the assets under her name added up to a net worth of over 100 million.

"Master, I have become a ghost. Money from the living world is of no use to me. I will give you all my money. Please help us burn more ghost money."

She told Yang Fan the bank card withdrawal password and mobile phone payment password in her bag, and the rest of the property had to wait for her asset manager to transfer it to Yang Fan.

With so much money, even if they burn paper money to make Yue Ya and Qian Cang super rich, it won’t cost much.

Having earned such a huge sum of money in one night, Yang Fan smiled and narrowed his eyes into a line, "Okay, okay."

Yue Ya suddenly thought of Han Musen. She turned around and walked in front of Han Musen, leaning over to apologize, "I'm sorry, I thought you and those people were scum who played with women, so I hurt you."

"To compensate for the harm I have done to you, I will give you a villa in Beiting Lake and a Lamborghini."

These were the words he used to say to those girls, but now they were coming back to him like a boomerang. Han Musen felt very complicated at the moment.

Seeing the lively and happy expression on her face that he had never seen before, Han Musen was in a trance for a moment. Even if she was a ghost, he would like her, but she didn't like him. There was someone he had liked for many years, so he couldn't force her even if he wanted to.

He forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "I... don't like Lamborghini cars."

Yue Ya thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll give you the Pagani and Bugatti Veyron. The last time I took you to the garage, I saw that you liked both cars very much."

"..." Han Musen nodded with difficulty, accepting this breakup gift.

Yue Ya clasped his hands in front of him and bowed to him again, "I'm sorry."

After apologizing, Yue Ya returned to Qian Cang.

Yan Bin stood by, looking at his cousin who was about to cry, he sighed, patted his shoulder and comforted him, "Don't be sad, he is much more generous than you."

Think about it, when he broke up with those girls before, he only gave them bags and jewelry worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and some ordinary residential houses.

Ren Yueya directly gave him a villa and a sports car worth tens of millions, which was much more generous than him.

"Brother, are you comforting me?" Han Musen was really about to cry.

How could anyone be comforted like this?

Yan Bin: "Alright, grown man, that's enough."

"Brother, you have never been in love, so you don't know the pain of losing a loved one." Han Musen lowered his head and hid his red eyes.

"Although I've never been in a relationship, you've been in so many relationships and have so many breakup experiences, you should be used to it."

Han Musen: “…”

Every word pierces my heart like a knife.

Qian Cang glanced at Han Musen and asked Yue Ya, "Er Ya, who is that person?"

Yue Ya confessed, "My ex-fiancé."

“???” There was a huge amount of confusion in Qian Cang’s small eyes.

Xiao Lin couldn't help laughing when she heard their conversation. Liang Zishu floated over to her side and asked gossipingly, "What's going on between Erya and that man?"

Xiao Lin leaned close to her ear and whispered to her about Yue Ya and Han Musen's previous emotional entanglement. She also took out her cell phone and showed her the proposal video.

But she forgot that she had just turned on the navigation on her phone and turned up the volume to the maximum. When the video was played, everyone in the yard heard it.

Especially the extremely loud sentence at the beginning of the video: Han Musen will love Yue Ya all his life.

In an instant, the yard fell into deathly silence.

Xiao Lin felt something was wrong and immediately turned off her phone.

Yang Fan counted in his mind, three, two, one
"Wow, wow, wow...Brother, I'm really heartbroken!"

Han Musen, who had been suppressing his emotions for hours, completely broke down after hearing these words. He turned around and hugged Yan Bin and burst into tears.

As happy as he was when he proposed to me, he is as sad now.

Yan Bin hugged him helplessly and distressedly to comfort him, "It's okay, you've been heartbroken so many times, you're used to it."

Han Musen cried even louder.

Yue Ya touched her nose guiltily, she really didn't mean it.

Yang Fan sighed and said quietly, "Don't cry at this late hour. You're disturbing others."

If you cry again, she will beat you up.

Hearing this, Yan Bin covered Han Musen's mouth with lightning speed and warned him, "Stop crying!"

Han Musen: “…hiccup.”