Night, as promised.

After the two steamed buns were eaten, Shen Qingyu began to think about how to leave the house quietly.

The gate has always been guarded by the nursery, and as for the back door, you have to go to see the situation first.

After making up her mind, Shen Qingyu immediately set off out of Yunyan Pavilion, and she was extremely cautious and cautious on the winding path, and soon walked to the backyard.

There is no yard guard at the back door, but there is a big black dog lying on the ground, and in the night, the black dog's eyes are green, which is very scary.

What should I do? She frowned lightly and swept around, a blue and gray high wall separated the outer street from the Mo Mansion, if it was a previous life, with her martial arts that she said was not high, whether she was strong or not, this wall was nothing, but now she not only has no martial arts, but her body is also extremely weak.

was out of her mind, but there was a cool air behind her, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly pulled off the hosta on her head and stabbed at the person behind her.

said that it was too late and that it was fast, and Sheng Jingchen, who was completely taken lightly, dodged, which could be avoided.

Seeing the person coming clearly, she took back the hairpin and glared at him with displeasure: "Master Sheng, I think I said it clearly enough last night." ”

Sheng Jingchen looked at her with curly hair with a hippie smile: "What the master said last night was also very clear. ”

"Dead skin. She rolled her eyes with anger.

"Sick beauty, it's so late, what are you trying to do?" Sheng Jingchen touched his nose with a smile, and glanced at the dark surroundings.

She gave him a vicious look, and then staggered away.

Sheng Jingchen looked at her emaciated back in place, and shook his head tastelessly, it seems that this sick beauty doesn't want to deal with him at all This made him feel deeply frustrated when he had never been among thousands of flowers.

"Little Hou Ye. She stopped abruptly and looked back at him.

The night was dark, he couldn't see the look on her face clearly, but he just listened to her tone and was a little embarrassed, could it be that he heard it wrong?

The sick beauty had always had a bad attitude towards him, and he had to stand up, lest she think he had no temper.

"What's wrong?" he folded his arms in his hands, his chin slightly raised, and he was very proud.

"You...... Can you take me out of the house!" she coughed, her face a little embarrassed, although her voice was a little stiff, but her tone was much softer.

Yo! I turned out to be asking for him! No wonder it wasn't as cold as before.

"Yes, but you have to kiss the master. "Seizing the opportunity, Sheng Jingchen has to hurry up and get an inch.

Shen Qingyu's face was darker than the night, and his body was even stiffer and tighter.

The overall situation is important, kiss is kissed, and kiss a dog.

Her clenched hands slowly unfurled, and she walked towards him with a stiff expression.

As if he didn't expect her to compromise, he snorted his lips a little unresponsively: "Sick beauty, shouldn't you say that the master is delusional, and the toad wants to eat swan meat, and then turns around indifferently?"

She stood in front of him, her face was a little ugly, and she was angry in the bottom of her heart.

Seeing that she turned around and was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed her wrist: "Sick beauty, don't go back on your word." ”

She glanced at the wrist he was holding, and said coldly, "Let go." ”

Hearing this, he let go of his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

In the next second, her cold lips fell on his cheek like a dragonfly.

The lips of the sick beauty are soft, cold and cold, like mung bean cake, but I don't know if it tastes sweet or not?

"It's your turn. She raised her sleeve in disgust and wiped her lip.

Sheng Jingchen snorted in a daze, and wanted to lean on her lips with her eyes closed.

She was shocked, and her hand quickly gagged his mouth. A furious reprimand.

"Master Sheng. ”

He woke up like a dream, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, looking like a young boy who had just fallen in love.

"The master has just been distracted, so I'll take you out of the house. ”

To say that Sheng Jingchen has been lingering in the flowers for many years, he has always been a merry and wanton character, and when he fell in love with that girl, he seized the opportunity to either touch his little hands, or hug his small waist, or hold people directly in his arms and put his hands up. Anyway, if you take advantage of it, nothing will be left behind.

But this time, Sheng Xiaohou is extremely gentlemanly.

As soon as the person landed, there was a hissing sound from Shen Qingyu's back collar.

She touched the torn back collar with her backhand, and the anger in her heart instantly went straight to her head.

Sheng Jingchen, a stinky boy, didn't know if he deliberately manipulated her, but when he flew to take her out, he was holding her collar like a chicken, and now it's okay, her only clothes are completely gone.

He leaned slightly sideways and didn't dare to look at her, and Jun had a suspicious flush on his face.

"Sick beauty, where are you going? It's not safe to be so late, it's better for the master to suffer a little bit to protect you!"

For a long time, he didn't hear Shen Qingyu answer him, he was puzzled, and when he turned around, a gust of cold wind blew across the empty street, where is there still the shadow of a sick beauty around?

The night on the mountain is much thicker than it is below.

The towering trees seemed to blend in with the night, the sudden wind rustled the leaves, and the crows crowed from time to time, making the atmosphere even more eerie.

A faint candlelight in the forest swayed in the wind, and Shen Qingyu took the thin stone he picked up, and concentrated on digging the herbs that grew under the roots of the tree.

Fifteen years ago, this forest was called the Dead Man's Forest, no one dared to enter, when Concubine Yang tricked her into it by mistake, she found that this dead man's forest was rich in rare medicinal materials.

I didn't expect to live again, but it came in handy here, these medicinal materials, in addition to treating her arm injury, can also be used to make wine, and if the quality is slightly worse, you can also buy it in the medicine hall to exchange for silver.

In just a few moments, she had already dug up a lot of herbs, including some rare medicinal herbs.

Suddenly, a woman's screams came from the woods, and she was so frightened that she immediately blew out the candles.

Fortunately, the grass in the forest was deep enough, and she was petite and thin, squatting down, and her head lowered, as if she had blended into the night.

She held her breath in fear, her vigilant eyes looked around, and her forehead was covered with fine and dense cold sweat.

It wasn't until the usual silence returned to her surroundings that she walked out of the forest step by step.

Out of the forest, she glanced back at the dark and silent forest that seemed to be able to swallow people, swallowed her saliva at the moment, and ran down the mountain.

As I ran, for some reason, a thick fog suddenly appeared, and my eyes gradually became unable to see things in the distance.

Frightened and tense nerves, she stopped, the cold sweat on her forehead was as big as a bean.

Bang - bang - bang -

The heartbeat was so clear.

Could it be that the legend of the Forest of the Dead is true? After the death with resentment, the person turned into a tree in the forest, and the large area of rare medicinal herbs in the forest was the bait of evil spirits, luring people passing by.

Subconsciously glanced at the medicinal herbs packed in her hand, she took a deep breath, what are she afraid of, if she talks like this, she Shen Qingyu is also a ghost.

I walked in the thick fog and groped my way, I don't know how long, the fog gradually faded, and it became clear in front of me.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she bit her lip tightly, her eyes widened............

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