It was still a very young man. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Everyone turned their eyes to the flower on the table that writhed slightly, and this scene happened too quickly, so that not many people could see the truth of what happened.

"You're talking about the good things that the flower did?" The head of the regiment said in surprise, and then looked at Fang Rong.

"Well, when I saw that it was cute, I wanted to take a closer look, where did I know it was so dangerous." The latter's strength naturally reveals pity and pity, which makes people can't help but feel a desire to protect.

"This flower is yours?" The head of the regiment looked at Cheng Qinghe again.

Cheng Qinghe nodded, "It's mine." ”

"Good." With a bang, he drew his sword, and with a flash of light, the whole glass jar was shattered, and the purple flowers and leaves separated, and with a weak squeak, they withered and turned yellow, and fell to the ground with the water.

It's dead.

Cheng Qinghe's eyes were fixed on this scene, and finally raised his head and looked at the head of the regiment.

Although she was a little short, she looked at the head of the regiment, who was still black and strong, and suddenly felt a little weak inexplicably.

"Knowing that it is so dangerous, you still put it on the table, isn't it harmful to people's hearts?" He grabbed the white way.

Cheng Qinghe looked at him and didn't speak, and chuckled lightly: "Are you afraid of it?" ”

"Afraid? Afraid of what? I, Hong Biao, have never been afraid of anyone when I am so big. ”

Although Cheng Qinghe smiled, it was obvious that the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "Then since it is dead, you have also taken revenge, if there is nothing to do, can you move?" ”

"I'm sorry Qinghe, I didn't know it would turn out like this." Fang Rong's face was embarrassed.

"I understand, I want to be alone for a while." She really didn't have the penchant of being watched like a monkey.

"Well, then you have a good rest. Brother Hong, clean my wounds. Fang Rong was very sensible, and when he saw that the head of the regiment was stiff, he couldn't help but push him, and whispered: "Forget it, let's go, what do you care about so much?" ”

The people in the house finally dispersed, and the people outside saw that the deputy head of the regiment, Fang Rong, was holding his injured hand and went elsewhere, and hurriedly followed behind to ask for warmth, it was obvious that her position in the blood was unshakable.

There was silence all around, Cheng Qinghe bent down and squatted next to the water stains, picked up one of the yellow fragments, and couldn't help but sigh.

This was the first spirit plant that had been bred from her golden egg, and she had taken it out for a few days to observe, but she didn't expect to die like this, but she didn't regret joining their team.

Whether it is in terms of remuneration or long-term planning, this trip will not be fruitless. If you want to defeat Kong Laodao, you can only bring about your own destruction behind closed doors, and only by continuous experience can you have a glimmer of life.

And now she is far from his opponent......

Since this incident, the people on the boat obviously don't want to see her anymore, only Fang Rong, as always, always wants to chat with her.

One night, the sea breeze was slightly drunk, bringing a salty and wet smell, and the seagulls chirping incessantly. Cheng Qinghe saw that there were only a few people lying on the deck outside, and no one paid attention to her, so he walked out of the cabin.

The lighthouse in the distance was lit with orange lights, the stars were in the sky, and the water was rippling, and it was not stable to look at, but at this moment her heart was extremely calm.

She loves water, and in the midst of this sea, she feels incredibly inclusive.

"Qinghe." A soft call came from behind him.

Cheng Qinghe quietly looked at the sea level connected by a line in the sky for a while, and then he hummed, if you know her, you will know, there is a bit of melancholy in this voice.

Besides Fang Rong, who else can treat her so "friendly"?

"Is there something wrong with Daoyou?"

"Just call me Fang Rong, since the last time, Qinghe seems to have a relationship with me, the last time it was Brother Hong who was a little impulsive, he is also for my good, you must not blame him, if you want to blame me, blame me for my recklessness."

She is smiling, sensible and polite, and she can see where people are ruthless to blame her.

"Human nature, it's useless to talk more, I can understand the head of the regiment's approach, but you, everyone, don't do such a dangerous action next time, this time it hurts your hand, and the next time, if you lose it, you will die."

Wait a moment to refresh -

It was still a very young man.

Everyone turned their eyes to the flower on the table that writhed slightly, and this scene happened too quickly, so that not many people could see the truth of what happened.

"You're talking about the good things that the flower did?" The head of the regiment said in surprise, and then looked at Fang Rong.

"Well, when I saw that it was cute, I wanted to take a closer look, where did I know it was so dangerous." The latter's strength naturally reveals pity and pity, which makes people can't help but feel a desire to protect.

"This flower is yours?" The head of the regiment looked at Cheng Qinghe again.

Cheng Qinghe nodded, "It's mine." ”

"Good." With a bang, he drew his sword, and with a flash of light, the whole glass jar was shattered, and the purple flowers and leaves separated, and with a weak squeak, they withered and turned yellow, and fell to the ground with the water.

It's dead.

Cheng Qinghe's eyes were fixed on this scene, and finally raised his head and looked at the head of the regiment.

Although she was a little short, she looked at the head of the regiment, who was still black and strong, and suddenly felt a little weak inexplicably.

"Knowing that it is so dangerous, you still put it on the table, isn't it harmful to people's hearts?" He grabbed the white way.

Cheng Qinghe looked at him and didn't speak, and chuckled lightly: "Are you afraid of it?" ”

"Afraid? Afraid of what? I, Hong Biao, have never been afraid of anyone when I am so big. ”

Cheng Qinghe had a cold face: "Then since it is dead, you have also taken revenge, if there is nothing to do, can you move?" ”

"I'm sorry Qinghe, I didn't know it would turn out like this." Fang Rong's face was embarrassed.

"I understand, so you guys can go?" She really didn't have the penchant of being watched like a monkey. It was still a very young man.

Everyone turned their eyes to the flower on the table that writhed slightly, and this scene happened too quickly, so that not many people could see the truth of what happened.

"You're talking about the good things that the flower did?" The head of the regiment said in surprise, and then looked at Fang Rong.

"Well, when I saw that it was cute, I wanted to take a closer look, where did I know it was so dangerous." The latter's strength naturally reveals pity and pity, which makes people can't help but feel a desire to protect.

"This flower is yours?" The head of the regiment looked at Cheng Qinghe again.

Cheng Qinghe nodded, "It's mine." ”

"Good." With a bang, he drew his sword, and with a flash of light, the whole glass jar was shattered, and the purple flowers and leaves separated, and with a weak squeak, they withered and turned yellow, and fell to the ground with the water.

It's dead.

Cheng Qinghe's eyes were fixed on this scene, and finally raised his head and looked at the head of the regiment.

Though it is a little short, I see it

(To be continued.) )