Yang Qiu pushed her away from his arms, showed a friendly smile, and said, "Then I'll help you make a place first, and you can go get the quilt." Don't catch a cold. Put it on first. He turned around and took off the coat on the chair and draped it on Zhao Xuefei's body.

Zhao Xuefei was stunned, only to feel a warmth coming from her clothes, and she was very moved, but after thinking about it for a while, she immediately came back to her senses, nodded in disappointment, and left with tears in her eyes. After leaving the storeroom and returning to the bedroom, a tear slid down his face. She lay on the bed and wept silently.

The wind whistled again.

I only felt the chill drilling on my back one after another, Zhao Xuefei gradually calmed down, wiped away her tears, and said, "Wait." Although Brother Yuan didn't understand what I meant, it didn't mean that I didn't have a chance. Right. We slept in the same room after all. As long as I take the initiative, there should still be a chance. ”

With that, she finally grinned again, smiling as bright as a flower.

But at this moment, a thought crossed my mind like a meteor piercing the night sky. A trace of uneasiness permeated the bottom of my heart. She said unconfidently: "But." If Brother Yuan already understands what I mean? Isn't it a kind of euphemism for him to do this? If that's the case, then even if I sleep in the same room as him, won't I still have no chance at all?"

As soon as she thought of this, the more she thought about it, the more unconfident she became, the more sad she became, and in the end, she shed two lines of tears and lay on the bed and cried bitterly.

Half a minute later, a cold wind whistled and calmed her down. Just after the heartbeat gradually returned to normal. Zhao Xuefei stopped crying silently again, wiped the tears on her face with her right hand, and shook her head. "That's not right. Wrong. Wrong. Even if Brother Yuan politely rejected me, I still have a chance.

Right. If Brother Yuan really doesn't like me. How could he reject me tactfully? Reject me in a tactful way, instead of choosing the most direct way, which means that he is also hesitant in his heart, knowing that he will hurt me if he refuses directly. That is, I am afraid of hurting me.

Why is he afraid to hurt me? Because he has a crush on me. That's right. That's proof of a good feeling. Otherwise, he would have seriously grabbed my shoulders and rejected me directly. And not deliberately in such a tactful way. He has a crush on me. Brother Yuan has a good impression of me. ”

After speaking. She grinned again.

But at this moment, Yang Qiu's kind smile before she left appeared in her mind.

Zhao Xuefei recalled carefully. He shook his head again, sighed in frustration, and shook his head, "That's not right." That's not what it means to have a crush on me. That smile should be a smile for your loved ones. He just treated me like his family.

It turned out to be just relatives. I understand. Brother Yuan treats me as a sister. I don't want to be a sister. I don't want to be his relative. I'm going to be his wife. Why can't Brother Yuan like me? Am I not beautiful enough? Or am I not kind enough? He likes bad girls, like Li Fengbai?

No. Li Fengbai is too bad. Brother Yuan blew her away with his own hands at that time, and he couldn't like it. So what should I do? Tonight is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Tomorrow during the day is unlikely to have any more chances. If the window is broken, this kind of thing can only be used once. Tomorrow, if I use this excuse to sleep in the same room with Brother Yuan, it will definitely not work.

In other words, the only chance for me to be in the same room with Brother Yuan is tonight. I've got to get it right tonight. It's about my lifelong happiness. I have to make Brother Yuan like me, otherwise, I may miss him in this life. When I was young, I was ignorant and had already missed Brother Xiaoqiu. I can't miss Brother Yuan anymore.

But, but. But what the hell is to be done? If you can't come up with the perfect plan here, tonight's opportunity will be wasted. I ...... "The more she talked, the less confident she became." The more I talked, the more inferior I became, and in the end, I only felt that the more I thought about it, the more tired I became, the more I thought about it, the heavier my head became, and I fell asleep unconsciously.

Two minutes later, the wind whistled again. A strong gust of wind blew in from outside, and with a bang, the hole in the blown window paper doubled in size, burrowed into the room, and rampaged inside, recklessly. The curtains and bed curtains were lifted violently and moved in the wind, and the teacups and teapots trembled violently on the table, making terrified sounds.

Zhao Xuefei only felt that the coolness in her back suddenly became three or four times stronger, and finally woke up, rubbed her eyes, and said, "I...... Am I asleep?" As soon as he said this, he found the quilt he was holding in both hands, and he couldn't help but feel sad, and he buried his head in the quilt and cried sadly, and said unwillingly in his heart: "Why!

Why can't I get Brother Yuan to like me? I don't even know what kind of girl Brother Yuan likes. How could I possibly make him like me? Is this really my wishful thinking? It's cruel. I don't want that. I want to marry Brother Yuan. I want to be his wife, I don't want to be his relative, I don't want to ......"

The more she spoke, the less inferior she became, the more she said the less confident she became, she only felt a strong sense of tiredness rushing into her mind, her eyelids closed a few times and she was about to fall asleep again, she shook her head violently, and said, "No." I can't sleep anymore. This is my only chance. The only chance to be happy in this life. I have to grasp it. ”

After saying that, she gradually perked up, showed a confident gaze, and fell into deep thought.

Two minutes later, her face changed, and she said in frustration: "I can't think of it." Can't think of it. I can't think of an effective way to do it. I don't want that. I don't want that. "Collapsed on the ground weakly, fell into despair, the more I thought about it, the more sad I was, the more tears flowed.

But at this moment, a spiritual light crossed his mind like a meteor that pierced the night sky.

Zhao Xuefei's face changed, and then she regained her self-confidence, and said in surprise: "Wait! Wait! Why did I forget such an important matter? Who said that Brother Yuan regarded me as a relative, and I would have no chance? Isn't my wife a relative? Brother Yuan's willingness to treat me as his relative doesn't mean that he can accept me as his wife?"

That's right. I understand. This is also a kind of hint! I was so immersed in my own hints that I forgot Brother Yuan's hints. That is the case. What does Brother Yuan really mean when I asked me to hold the quilt...... Ah, I see. He wanted me to experience how to play the role of a wife.

I see. Brother Yuan originally had a preference in this regard. Brother Yuan, don't worry. I'm going to play the role of a good wife. I'll ......" At this point, she finally opened her mouth and showed a big smile again, and let out a sigh of relief, completely relaxed.

But at this moment, an even stronger tiredness rushed into my mind like a tide. Zhao Xuefei couldn't resist it, slammed it, and fell on the quilt. Fell asleep.

Soon after, the cries were renewed. A cold wind blew in, blowing small things like teacups and teapots in the room.

Zhao Xuefei heard a voice. Moved slightly, and woke up again. A black shadow flew in from the window, silent, like a ghost.

The shadow was tall. The upper body is especially athletic. Broke into the room, found Zhao Xuefei's back, grinned, and with a bang, pulled out a blood-red flying sword and stabbed her in the back.

"Poof!"

After a clear sound, a large amount of blood splashed out from the wound frantically, and Zhao Xuefei's life flew by.

Inside the warehouse.

Yang Qiu laid a bunch of hay evenly, and the size was moderate. It was enough for Zhao Xuefei to lie down alone, and finally nodded with satisfaction. With a faint smile, he said, "Yes." I've slept on this hay before, and it's been covered with heat.

Just right for Sheffield to sleep. She's not a monk now, she's very weak, and I can't make her sick anymore. Otherwise, I'll be so sorry for her. I hope she can ......" before she finished speaking, but suddenly felt a strong stabbing pain in her index finger, looked down at the painful area, and saw a bloody mouth appear on the first knuckle of her left index finger.

Yang Qiu turned his head to look at the hay on the ground, and found that a sharp and hard hay had blood stains on it, nodded suddenly, and said, "Thank you for reminding me." It turns out that hay is easy to scratch the skin. I was so careless. He stood up, walked to the west corner, and took a thin blanket in his arms.

But just as he was about to spread the blanket, he inadvertently glanced at it and found the blood stains on the hay again, and suddenly remembered Zhao Xuefei's lips that were redder than blood just now, and said strangely: "Huh? Zhao Xuefei, she seems to have put on lipstick just now, right?Three watches in the middle of the night, why is she wearing lipstick?" As soon as he spoke, his face changed, and more pictures appeared in his mind.

Yang Qiu said thoughtfully: "Obviously you came to sleep with me because the window was broken, but you still have lipstick in the middle of the night, and you definitely didn't forget to wipe it before you left it on your mouth." She should have deliberately erased it. It's just me and Xue Fei who live here. In other words, she put on the lipstick for me.

I see, she wants to come to the storeroom to sleep with me for, for ...... But it's weird. Why does she like me? I haven't been in contact with her for long. With a wry smile, he said, "Forget it." Why do I think so much now? When Xue Fei came, I simply told her clearly.

We can't do it. I am a man with a wife. Besides, even if I don't have a wife, I won't promise her. I still have a terrible curse on me. If this curse is not lifted, I will not allow other innocent people to be involved. Right. When she returned, I confessed to her that I had a wife. It may break her heart, but it's better than costing her life. ”

With that, he finally grinned and smiled with satisfaction.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

Suddenly, a strange loud laugh rumbled outside.

Yang Qiu heard that it was a man's voice, and said strangely: "How can there be other men's laughter? This laughter is too proud." Could it be that Wu Chenjun is back?" As soon as he said this, he found that the laughter was very similar to a familiar dead man, and he chuckled inexplicably in his heart, and a very bad premonition swelled up, and he said uneasily: "Not good!"

The voice is...... The voice of Yu Wenfan, the number one killer of the empire, the direction of laughter was ...... Xue Fei's room! Oops! Xue Fei, you must be fine!" Anxiously rushed out of the room and rushed to the bedroom where Zhao Xue Fei was staying. Just as he smashed a wall and finally reached the bedroom, a dark shadow flew out of the window.

Yang Qiu saw that the other party's back was exactly the same as Yu Wenfan in his memory, and he looked for Zhao Xuefei's location uneasily, and found that she was lying motionless on the bed, as if she was asleep, but her body was already full of sticky blood, and one after another pungent bloody gas filled her body, picked her up, pressed her chest, and released a true qi to investigate the situation in her body.

Half a second later, Yang Qiu said in disbelief: "The internal organs have been destroyed, the blood is almost gone, and the vitality is almost extinct, how can this be?" A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and dripped into Zhao Xuefei's right eye.

Zhao Xuefei's eyes moved, she woke up from the coma on the verge of death, and saw her sweetheart Yang Qiu in front of her, with tears in her eyes, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Yuan ...... Brother Yuan, you're here......"

Yang Qiu was stunned, lowered his head and looked at her, he didn't expect her to be sober in this situation, and said happily in his heart: "The will to survive is so strong." He is worthy of being a monk. Although he is now an ordinary person, the willpower he once exercised when he was a monk is still imprinted in his memory. Maybe I can save her in time. He held out a finger and pointed it at the center of her eyebrows.

Streams of pure true qi drilled into his body along his fingertips. Just after these True Qi entered the body, those broken internal organs showed signs of slow recovery, but those organs that had broken into powder and completely disappeared in the body seemed to have lost their original templates, and no matter how many times the True Qi forcibly gathered them, they could not return to their original state.

When Yang Qiu found out about this situation, he fell into despair, and said unwillingly: "Xue Fei." Hold on! You'll be fine. I can save you. Hold on. Don't give up! You're going to live, you're going to live, you know?" a tear slipped uncontrollably from the corner of his eye.

Zhao Xuefei saw that he was actually crying for himself, and said happily: "Brother Yuan, are you crying for me?"

Yang Qiu shook his head, but seeing Zhao Xuefei's sincere eyes and looking expectant of himself, he couldn't help but feel sour, and he shed a line of tears and nodded.

Zhao Xuefei smiled with satisfaction, summoned all her courage, grabbed Yang Qiu's hand, and said, "Brother Yuan." I...... I want to be your wife. You...... Can you promise me?"

Yang Qiu was stunned and speechless.

Zhao Xuefei explained with difficulty, and said, "It's not this life." It's the next life. If there is an afterlife, I hope to be your wife. Brother Yuan, can you promise me?" (To be continued......)