Yin Buqi looks quite good when he's dressed.

He casually picked up a white undershirt and put it on, covering his open chest.

He casually pulled down his shirt front and collar, and when he tied his belt, the knuckles of his bent fingers looked particularly beautiful.

His long hair was covered by his clothes, and he raised his hands to pull his hair out from the collar.

With every move she made, her sleeves fluttered, her long hair was smooth, and she wore a red robe that she had made herself, which added a bit of charm to her, and made Jiang Niannian a little fascinated.

She pinched the golden belt he was about to tie, but her eyes did not move away from him.

Isn't it said to be a fox spirit? She felt that her fox must be able to charm people.

Yin Buqi took the belt from her hand with one hand, and with the other hand he held her neck and pulled her over. He lowered his head and kissed her lips: "I really like the clothes that Nian Nian made."

When Jiang Niannian came to her senses, Yin Buqi had already fastened his belt. He lowered his eyes to look at her, and slowly licked the silver thread from the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, with a smile in his eyes: "Niannian is so sweet, I really want to kiss her all over her body now..."

"You...you are not allowed to drive in broad daylight!" Jiang Niannian tried her best to act like Liu Xiahui who remained calm and composed, and stood there very upright and said.

Yin Buqi showed a slight puzzlement on his face. Driving a car? Driving a horse-drawn carriage? He didn't drive a horse-drawn carriage? Although he didn't understand the meaning of this word, he somehow felt what Jiang Niannian wanted to express.

He said, "It is a luxury to be able to enjoy Nian Nian during the day."

Jiang Niannian's mind suddenly popped up her classic emoticon in modern times, as well as the enchanting phrase - you are so coquettish.

She now has some doubts that the clothes her fox is wearing are not made by her, but by Lin Pingru!

Yin Buqi stopped teasing her, walked over to straighten her clothes, and combed her hair, then said, "Come on, Nian Nian, I'll take you somewhere."

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"Take a look, take a look, these are top-quality hawthorns, sour and sweet!"

The hawker's casual shouts flowed in the sunshine. He walked through the streets and alleys, shaking the flower drum in his hand and carrying a bamboo pole.

The worn straw sandals stepped on the bluestone road, and the vendor's shadow was dragged out. Children ran by with laughter on both sides, holding candied haws or paper eagles in their hands.

Jiang Niannian looked at the scene in front of her in shock: "This... is Niancheng?"

"Yes, but not completely." Yin Buqi said: "The current Nian City is a space outside the Three Realms, between the underworld and the mortal world, and there is no substantial difference from the other three realms. The souls of mortals after death are the lowest level of spirits. They look like dead bodies, but spirits with certain magical powers will live here forever in the form of ordinary people. It can be said that this is the world of the dead."

"The world of the dead..." Jiang Niannian murmured.

After ordinary people go to hell and are reincarnated, the soul of memory and emotion will dissipate between heaven and earth, and the remaining two souls and six spirits will also be cleansed in reincarnation until they are broken, and then merged with other souls to become a new complete soul and reincarnate again. Therefore, most people cannot find a complete previous life after reincarnation.

But here, the dead do not have to go to hell and be reincarnated, but can live here with their memories preserved.

Jiang Niannian asked, "In other words, people from the human world can also come here to visit their deceased relatives?"

Yin Buqi said: "Yes, it took me five hundred years to finally create such a space."

Jiang Niannian was puzzled: "What about the previous Niancheng?"

Yin Buqi looked at her, wanting to say something but stopping himself. His eyes became even more dim, but he finally said, "Niannian, I'm sorry... On the day of our wedding, you were killed by the twin pigs, and I couldn't accept your leaving... I went berserk for a moment, and the Yellow Springs Hellfire, then..."

He couldn't continue speaking, every time he thought of Jiang Niannian dying in his arms.

He felt as if the whole world suddenly collapsed, the only light had gone out, and blurry, chaotic, flickering images flashed before his eyes.

He was in a daze, as if he had a high fever, and his head was aching as if it was about to burst. It was like sharp nails were piercing into his brain, frightening him more than the grief that tore through his heart and lungs, as if his soul would remain forever in the cold darkness, never to be reincarnated for the rest of his life.

Yin Buqi didn't say anything else, but Jiang Niannian understood.

The underworld fire burned the city of Nian to ashes, leaving no one alive.

"Nian Nian... I was wrong... I destroyed the Nian City that you worked so hard to build, but don't be sad. I have restored Nian City and its people in this way. In a sense, they live here and in this world."

Seeing that Jiang Niannian hadn't spoken for a long time, Yin Buqi couldn't help but become flustered.

The deepest part of his body was twitching with severe pain. In an instant, the dark shadow of the nightmare enveloped him and slowly wrapped around him, getting tighter and tighter. In his ears, there was a sharp whooshing sound, rushing straight towards him.

"Does Nian Nian blame me?"

"Niannian, you can beat me, scold me, or punish me however you want, I will accept it..."

He looked at Jiang Niannian absentmindedly, with a light white mist in his eyes, filled with a heart-wrenching trance: "It's been five hundred years, five hundred years, Nian Nian, you can come back, you know how happy I am..."

"Don't leave me..."

Looking at him like this, Jiang Niannian felt very sad. His crazy love for her had never changed. She thought of the way he slept, with his head resting on her neck every night and his limbs wrapped around her before he could fall asleep. He was too afraid of losing her.

"All living beings with souls have a place to live." Jiang Niannian hugged him and smiled softly, with tears in her eyes: "You gave them a home and didn't give up. Thank you for your hard work over the years."

"Niannian, don't blame me?" Yin Buqi's tall nose rubbed across her face, along her chin to her soft neck. His breath twitched slightly and trembled slightly.

"Of course I don't blame you. You've already paid the price for what you did and found a good solution. How can I blame you?"

"Besides, if you didn't tell me about Niancheng, I would never know. But you still told me. I'm very happy that you didn't want to hide it from me." Jiang Niannian said, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of Yin Buqi's eyes with her soft fingertips.

People were coming and going on the long street, and they were hugging each other, just like any ordinary couple.