Chapter 71: A Country Love Story (12)
"Young Master Qin is a god, he is our heavenly master!"
"Let's go!?"
The crowd flocked to tout it.
Wei Sheng Rongmian smiled, "Wait a minute, everyone, there is one more thing." ”
Although everyone was in a hurry, they were still full of pandering. Seeing that he slowly pulled out one of the two certification contracts, Xu Tingshen's people also scattered along the side. After leaving only one to the Wuling van and a barrel of unknown liquid, he neatly took out a military knife from his jacket pocket, cut the barrel with a casual stroke, and then carried it into the flower workshop.
When he came out again, his hands were empty, and he nodded in acknowledgment.
Wei Sheng Rongmian raised his eyebrows, holding Li Quexin's hand in one hand, and the other holding the document, he took a few steps before, and Xu Ting handed over a lighter with deep understanding.
Igniting the document, he raised his eyes indifferently and glanced at the strange unknown liquid on the ground, without hesitation, his hand was raised, and the document fell to the ground.
At the same time, the men who had scattered in all directions also threw out the steaming lighters......
"Boom, boom!"
In the shock of everyone's eyes, the fire suddenly ignited violently, and the entire small mountain village was suddenly in flames!
It was almost like an explosion, and an extremely strong heat wave swept in.
And Weisheng Rongmian turned around as early as the moment the document landed, and protected Li Quexin tightly in his arms......
The fire alarmed the tea house, and the villagers panicked and scattered, screaming and roaring.
Xu Tingshen felt that the voice was harsh, and couldn't help but pluck out his ears. The small mountain village is overgrown with weeds and firewood, so it is not difficult to light it in an instant. His people did a good job, the car was full of gasoline and spilled evenly, and a good show was thanks to these people behind the scenes. Li Quexin's eyes widened in his arms, his hands and feet stiffened, and the whole world was shattered.
The boy's arms were so wide, smelling his scent, her consciousness began to gather little by little, the world was being reshaped, and everything was cold gradually warmed up......
His voice came from above him: "Soft, forget it, let's start again." ”
She seemed to have a long time and nodded stiffly. The boy let go of her, leaning slightly to no longer block her view, revealing the entire village before her eyes......
Li Qixin was born here, and since she opened her eyes, the Li family members have been beating her mother.
For as long as I can remember, she was washing the clothes of the Li family's ancestors.
As soon as she was sensible, she also began to be beaten, and began to weave flower baskets for her family every day.
Since I went to school, I have never been surrounded by hooligans.
Except for her sister's protection, she has never felt a trace of warmth. Later, my sister committed suicide here, and they hastily buried her in the back mountain, without even a tombstone.
Selling and selling, calling and calling, she couldn't feel any warmth anymore.
Can a fire really destroy all memories?
But a **** took away her sister and cut her heart to pieces.
Now he is also a fire in the sky, it doesn't matter who is strong and who is weak, the important thing is that the fire in her eyes is so real at this moment, and she brings the real Li Quexin back in an extremely strong way.
Bring it back to him and start all over again.
The young man's behavior was too appalling, and for a while, Li Quexin was like a demon concubine who brought disaster to the country and the people, and she did not hesitate to set fire to the mountain for the sake of fighting the beauty. Of course, Li Quexin didn't dare to be, she was not a beauty, and she didn't think she had the capital to seduce the faint king.
But as a "country", the small mountain village does not deserve sympathy. But if one of the people here is kind, it will not let the three girls who are like flowers and jade either desperated, or killed, or lost themselves.