At dusk, the sky is getting dark. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A few feet away from her, a rat-gray figure followed her like a maggot on a tarsal bone, and from the time of the early morning funeral, he had been holding a spirit flag in the crowd, aiming at the tender and delicious prey dripping with honey.

The greedy and excited eyes stared at her figure, speculating how attractive the soft white body should be in the wide and rough linen robe......

Ting Huan is twelve years old, although he is underage, he is fresh and delicate, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and everyone in the town knows that the sister of the Ruan family's lock shop has an extremely outstanding beauty.

Because of this, Li almost never let her go out to avoid right and wrong.

Ruan's lock is the last one at the end of the bend in Mazi Lane, which is very dusty, but it is a dead-end road, and the location is unknown.

Sure enough, Ruan Dabing fell to his death three years ago, and he walked well on the road to the market in early autumn.

Li died of illness, the cause was just an inconspicuous wind chill, and he coughed up blood for several months, and died not long after.

Originally, his father also took an apprentice named Shengyi, but since he passed away, Li felt that there were only two girls in the family, and it was inconvenient to live with a teenage boy, so he sent him away with a few taels of silver, so that only one was left in the family;

In the future, if you lose your parents and your marriage has not yet been decided, it may not be easy to get married.

Looking at the already inky sky, a great desolation came to her heart, and she threw away the bamboo basket and stick, and fell on the table of the beech wood immortals that her mother often used to sew and mend clothes.

A bloody and impatient evil gaze has followed.

He closed the door of the front yard, latched it, and crept into the inner courtyard, looking at the back to himself, the petite back image was lying on his stomach like a mulberry leaf, and he could reach it, only to feel that his mouth was dry and his crotch was swollen.

He stretched out his rough black wrinkled hands with mud between his fingers, only a few inches away from Ting Huan's shoulders, and the little beauty was about to arrive! Haha, he couldn't help but gasp with excitement after all......

Ting Huan vaguely felt a trace of strangeness, in addition to heavy breathing, there was also a pickled smell of tobacco mixed with wine, and he was about to look up, only to feel that it was dark in front of him, and he fainted on the table.

The dirty hand of the rat-gray figure was still half an inch away from Ting Huan, and suddenly a large dark green rattan fell from the sky, first slammed into his face, almost breaking the bridge of his nose, he wailed and covered the tears that burst out, and then the rattan will be like a snake to stop him by the waist in an instant, and he took a breath, and he was already hanging into the air, not moving at all!

God, what the fuck is going on?!

The more frightened he struggled, the tighter the thick, cold rattan became, and he could hear his bones creaking! He screamed in pain, but suddenly a cold and slippery knot was stuffed into his throat, and he couldn't make a sound at all!

Gradually, it was difficult to breathe, my hands and feet were paralyzed, and I passed out soon after!

Dirty! Such a dirty thing, dare to touch Qingli's stand-in?

The mist body of the clear mist trembled slightly due to anger, and in the blink of an eye, some green fine hairs fell, and disappeared before they reached the ground.

Qingzhan slowly turned his head to look down at Ting Huan's pure little white face, and a pale orange halo melted in front of his eyes, and he smiled quietly, great! This is exactly the sign of the abundance of gold, after looking for so long, I finally found it!

was about to stretch out his hand to lead her, but saw her coarse linen suit as ugly as it looked.

Qingli definitely doesn't like it.

Closed his eyes and frowned, what appeared in front of him was Qingli's pale green petal-shaped skirt, a pair of calyx-colored little boots were delicate and lovely, and finally sighed, pinched a weaving trick, this is not what the Tsushi Ling clan is good at, the first time there is a sleeve tube missing, the second time there is an extra sleeve tube, the third time, the painting of tiger dogs is so-so!

When Qingli, who had dissipated most of her body, barely opened her eyes, and suddenly saw Tinghuan, who was dressed a little similar to herself, she first glared at Qingzhan with some annoyance, then turned her eyes, nodded slowly with a complicated expression, and pouted a little aggrieved.

Qingzhan is completely unclear.

Qingmei walked in slowly in a light purple frangipani dress.

She is different from Qingzhan Qingli, the right half of her body is physical, only the left half is foggy like them, but the right half has vine-like cyan lines, and the vines will extend forward and retract when she speaks, and it is a little scary to look at it suddenly!

"She was annoyed that you wore the same clothes for her, but she was also satisfied that she was good-looking, and in the end she didn't want her to look better than herself......"

Qingmei's voice was like the voice of a lark, and it was cool to listen to it.

Suddenly, Qingli blinked her eyes quickly, a little anxious.

"Is this again?"

Qingmei said: "She urges you to continue her spiritual power quickly, otherwise it will be astigmatized!" ”

Qingzhan suddenly realized, sure enough, only women understand women, and they won't understand even if they want to break their heads.

He connected Ting Huan's hand with Qing Li's remaining right hand, and launched a huge green whirlpool, in which the white and turquoise mist rotated rapidly, and in an instant, thousands of leaves and petals were centrifuged, and the damp aroma was so full that Ting Huan was smoked to tears.

Qingli had a peaceful expression like a water lily, which slowly dissipated, like the dust on the table being wiped off little by little...... There was no trace of him since.

Qingzhan and Qingmei are just like watching the sunrise or rain, without any wailing or sadness.

The little spirits under the Tsutoshi Spirit Clan are emotionally weak, have you ever seen a fragrant grass crying? They are all like herbs, just in a misty human form, thinking and talking.

Therefore, it is impossible to intersect/merge with human beings, one has no substance, and the other is not driven by love/love and desire, and it is difficult to unify spiritual desires, nor can it give birth to a child with a complete fetus.

Although the spirit clan of the Tsutashi has spiritual power, their lifespan is extremely short! The men are no more than thirty, and the women are no more than twenty-four.

Originally, the hope of the whole sect was pinned on the youngest Qingli, but she had an accident while cultivating......

The door is bleak, and it has shown the image of decay.

But it's different now.

Ruan Tinghuan, who has the breath of pure Gengjin, has inherited half of Qingli's spiritual power, and the spirit clan's aura has the help of Jinlai, especially rarely, she basically retains the original entity, which basically means: There are many times, but occasionally it is the same as Qingzhan, it is a fog shape! and unable to control themselves.

It's hard to come by, though!

Lord Qing Ting said: Cultivate in the Shun Gate first, and then send it to the Condensation Hall to smoke and bathe, and you will be fine!

In this way, Ruan Tinghuan lived in the sweet green forest.

Follow Qingzhan and Qingmei to practice every day, starting with the most superficial mental methods.