People say that the eldest lady of the Hua family, Hua Junqing, is spicy and resolute, dares to love and hate, and they spare no effort to shape Hua Junqing into a woman who does not let her eyebrows, fearless, and invincible image, Hua Junqing is also as they said, and she will not let herself show weakness at all, so when she opened her eyes and cried slightly, she actually made Shen Yuheng look stupid.

Yiren is independent, the falling flowers are colorful, the breeze brings up her skirt, she bites her lip, her back is stubbornly straight, and two lines of tears slide down her face, the strong Hua Junqing in Shen Yuheng's mind seems to be a phantom, only the person in front of her who is as fragile as glass is real.

"Aunt Flower." Shen Yuheng hugged Hua Junqing's legs, tilted his head, flashed his eyes, and looked at Hua Junqing.

Xue Qianzhong did the same, and also hugged Hua Junqing's other leg, tilted his head, and looked at Hua Junqing with straight eyes.

Hua Junqing's nose was sour, and tears suddenly gushed out, falling uncontrollably and dripping on Xue Qianzhong's mouth, Xue Qianzhong licked it, but only felt that the tip of her tongue was bitter.

"Aunt Hua doesn't cry, Ah Heng is here, Ah Heng likes Aunt Hua the most." Shen Yuheng took a handkerchief to wipe Hua Junqing's tears, but she was too short, she didn't jump to the top for a long time, she couldn't help but feel a little deflated, and her little face collapsed.

Hua Junqing was amused by her appearance, and the boredom in her heart was dissipated a lot, she squatted down and took the handkerchief in Shen Yuheng's hand, and wiped the tears on her face indiscriminately, and suddenly the rouge on her face was pasted, and together with the tears, she seemed even more embarrassed.

Shen Yuheng took the handkerchief and carefully wiped off the rouge on Hua Junqing's face, revealing Hua Junqing's original appearance, and straightened Hua Junqing's scattered hair and sideburns, and then wrapped his hands around Hua Junqing's neck, and rubbed his little face on Hua Junqing's face.

"Aunt Hua is not afraid, he is so bad, he is not worthy of Aunt Hua, only the most beautiful man in the world is worthy of Aunt Hua!" Shen Yuheng's voice was soft, he folded his fingers, and looked at Hua Junqing with a serious expression.

She deserves the best man in the world, because she is the best girl in the world. It was she who pioneered the art of elixir transplantation, and promoted this craft to the entire cultivation world, but she didn't want a name at all, so that few people in the world knew that the art of elixir transplantation came from Hua Junqing.

"The scenery is ...... moon," Hua Junqing muttered to herself, but tears fell again.

She used to like Shen Jiang, but she just liked it, Shen Jiang and Mo Li became a Taoist couple, her heart hurt, but it was not as if the flesh and blood were peeled off, but later Ram Xuan came, she knew that that kind of distress was not as painful as now.

He took care of her, held her in the palm of his hand, and placed it properly, at that time she was wondering, did she ignore the people who had been by her side, she couldn't help but start to be curious, but the more curious, the deeper she sank, he lived as she liked, and she gradually liked him as he wished, but now......

The gorgeous garment is peeled away, revealing the most cruel and filthy inside. He had a beautiful woman waiting for him, and she could no longer continue to like him, and she could no longer face up to this feeling that she had carefully preserved.

She felt sick at the thought of another girl behind him with whom he was wearing a red thread. She doesn't need the affection of three people! You don't need to hurt another person to fulfill yourself! She is Hua Junqing, she can't do something like that!

"Qingqing, Qingqing, Qingqing, you listen to me!" Ram Xuan had already thrown the girl and chased after him, followed by a group of monks watching the excitement.

"Say what? Do you say that you have a deep affection for your fiancée? Wiping a handful of tears, Hua Junqing stood up and asked sharply.

Ram Xuan's body trembled a few times, and his face suddenly changed to a sad look, his face was even paler under the red wedding dress, and his body was thinner and more helpless.

"Qingqing, I'm sorry, I never dared to tell you that I have a fiancée, just because you are so good, I am afraid that you will dislike me if you know, so I have never dared to tell you, but Qingqing, you have to believe me, I have not adulterated half of your heart! I like you, I like you like crazy, it's good if you beat me, scold me, but please, don't leave me, Qingqing, don't leave me, I promise not to hide anything from you in the future, if you disobey, the sky will thunder! Ram Xuan mourned, and he knelt in front of Hua Junqing with tears, almost drying up the tears of this life.

The monks who came over to see the excitement talked about it, and a few of them had already coaxed Hua Junqing to forgive him, but more female cultivators frowned, looking disapproving.

Ram Xuan had just finished swearing, but suddenly saw thunder rumbling in the sky, and the thunder with the thickness of his arm's arm fell in response to the sound, slashing in front of him, almost splitting him into charcoal.

The crowd was in an uproar.

"Whew! You've got a big face! If your bullshit intentions are not adulterated, what are you doing to turn the skills of the Hua family in transplanting elixir into your ram's family, and the treasury of the Hua family is afraid that it will be emptied by you! And how did Hua Qi die, do you want me to remind you? The woman standing in the air was carrying a long sword, still holding one in her hand, and there was still a thunder light on her fingertips, she took a spit, and scolded the ram Xuan below.

Mo Xie jumped down from the cloud, kicked Ram Xuan nine feet away with one kick, and then raised his palm and threw out an object, which instantly unfolded into the appearance of a picture scroll, but inside was the image of Ram Xuan.

This thing should have been taken unintentionally, only to see that the male ram Xuan inside fiercely smashed the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy's dantian, with a hideous expression on his face, the young man struggled a few times, and then lost his breath, but the ram Xuan immediately trapped the young man's spirit that was about to disperse, so that the young man maintained a state of life and death.

"Flower Seven!" Hua Junqing exclaimed in disbelief. Hua Qi traveled far away with the sword, because the soul lamp was not extinguished, she never took it seriously, but now she saw that Hua Qi was dead, still dead in the hands of Ram Xuan!

In an instant, Hua Junqing only felt that her anger rushed up, and those thoughts of the wind and snow became phantoms, Hua Qi was her favorite brother! The revenge of killing your brother, if you don't swear an oath, you won't be a person!

Ram Xuan gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Ye who was standing with a sword, it was this damn woman who came out to stir up the situation! Otherwise, he would have achieved fame by this time!

At this point, there was no need for him to wear that personable mask, he suddenly put away the sad expression on his face, and the cold jade fan in his hand shook, and the wind rose in an instant.

"Hua Junqing! Which man do you think will like you? The **** night after night with you really makes me sick when I think about it now! ”

Hua Junqing only felt how stupid she was in the past, and she actually thought that such a thing could be entrusted to a lifelong person? Momomo! Let her kill him with her own hands, and also avenge Xiao Qi!

A soft wind sent Shen Yuheng and Xue Qianzhong to Mo Li's side, Hua Junqing pulled out the whip on his waist, and his voice was cold.

"Ram Xuan, suffer death!" (To be continued.) )