Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Ghost Lingers
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"Alas~" Li Zhongchen came from afar, he went ashore to look for her for a long time, he was so anxious that he couldn't wait to find someone to catch it immediately.
"Is there anything uncomfortable? Gotta go back and get it checked. He asked breathlessly.
Seeing Cheng Qinghe shaking his head, he looked at Bai Shi's hand that was pinching her arm, thinking that she was physically exhausted, so he stepped forward to pick her up, holding her arm like Lafayette, half-hugging her.
"What are you talking about?" Li Zhongchen asked.
saw Bai Shi smiled lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that this girl is weak and asks her if she needs help." He changed his voice and asked, "I don't know what kind of injury she suffered, how she was wrapped up like this." ā
Cheng Qinghe quietly squeezed Li Zhongji's hand.
Li Zhong knew that he was not going to answer Bai Shi's question truthfully, her situation was too beyond human cognition, and spreading it would inevitably cause chaos. Did he find something? With a pang in his heart, he looked at him quietly.
But seeing that his eyebrows are clear, his sword eyebrows are peaking and his nose is full of scenery, warm and moist like jade, and he has his own bearing.
He was not annoyed by Li Zhongji's gaze, he was very calm, as if the person who had just said those words to Cheng Qinghe was not him.
"She has allergic skin and can't come into contact with pollen in the air." Li Zhongchen let go of most of his defenses and casually made up a reason. He remembered the situation in the hospital that day, and he didn't know what the relationship between Cheng Qinghe and Baishi and Leng Yi was, so of course he couldn't reveal anything rashly.
The group went down the mountain, and on the way to meet He Huohuo, but seeing that her originally neat long hair had become uneven, and there was an extra cut on her cheeks, she didn't think about getting any bargain in the hands of the drought.
The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and the drought is no longer good, but at least there are thousands of years of Taoism at the bottom, and it is really not easy to kill her.
He Huohuo approached Baishi as he walked, grabbed his clothes and shook them, and said pitifully: "Senior brother, why didn't you come to look for me, there are wild beasts in this mountain, I got lost, and I was scared to death." The words explained the reason for her embarrassing return, and by the way, she narrowed the distance between her and Shiraishi.
In fact, she is still a little apprehensive like this, the rules of Confucius Lao Dao are strict, and the treatment and status of the outer disciples are very low, and she usually can't even see the face of the inner disciples, let alone such a situation of being coquettish to the chief disciple Baishi.
Hearing this, Bai Shi glanced at Cheng Qinghe next to him, and patted He Huohuo's head with an inexplicable smile: "Don't be afraid, the cultivation road is already full of crises, and naturally you have to go through a lot of wind and waves." ā
It sounds like a comfort, but when you think about it, you know that it's not nutritious.
He was long, and the slender He Huohuo was just as high as his chest, and he was patted on the head by his big hand, He Huohuo was inexplicable for a while, half apprehensive and half regretful.
If she takes him, Kong Laodao will definitely pay more attention to her, she is not without skills, but she lacks a Bole and a chance to shine, only by standing higher can she get more resources and realize her path of cultivating immortals.
It's just a pity that he's not good enough, so let's ......
When the sun set, Cheng Qinghe collapsed with them in the hotel at the bottom of the mountain, Li Zhongchen originally wanted to take her back to Li's house to check, but Cheng Qinghe was unwilling.
He couldn't, it was because he had a request for someone, he insisted on studying her, and then looking at her clean eyes, he remembered the trust and tolerance she gave that night.
That's it, he asked Leng Yan, who was already waiting in the hotel, to take care of her, and hurried back to get a lot of bandages and a change of clothes.
By the time she changed into a bandage and put on a pink skirt and went downstairs, there was already a table of good wine and food in the lobby.
Leng Yan waved at her and Li Zhongchen and beckoned them to come over for dinner.
She looked at He Huohuo, although Caesar was still coquettish, but obviously not very interested, and when she came down, she also looked like she didn't care.
For He Huohuo, a waste wood that even needs to be supported to walk is not a threat to her.
The red lights hanging on the eaves of the houses outside, the red candles are shining, and the lobby is facing the pedestrian street with people coming and going, and the antique scene is quite meaningful.
Cheng Qinghe sat down next to Leng Xuan, and Li Zhongzhen naturally sat down on the other side of her, separating Baishi, Baishi belongs to the Confucian Dao Gate, He Huohuo has a grudge against her, and he will meet in the future, so only Leng Zhen's side is the most suitable.
On the table, she has no burden in her heart, she doesn't have to pay for it herself, and she doesn't have to eat?
There was nothing to say for a while, only hearing the dishes moving, Cheng Qinghe seemed to have returned to the scene when the Cheng family ate together, and he didn't feel like a world away.
But everything is as secluded as yesterday's death, Kong Laodao has ruined her family, and she must settle this account well!
After the meal, Baishi invited her to go for a walk, Cheng Qinghe thought for a moment and nodded.
"What's your name?"
The street was crowded with people, she was looking at the food stalls full of people on the street with interest, she was stunned by this question, and then looked around, grilled skewers? Sugar Man? Oh no.
"Maruko." She turned her head to say seriously, her voice still hoarse.
It was so noisy, but Shiraishi could still hear her voice clearly, and he smiled dumbly, of course knowing that it wasn't her real name.
"What wound did you have in your throat? Or is it meant to be? ā
Cheng Qinghe shook his head, obviously not wanting to say more, and then asked, "Are you going to leave here next?" ā
Bai Shi nodded: "In a few days, it will be the triennial succession ceremony of Longhu Mountain, and my master and I will rush over." ā
She had always had a clear goal, and this one got the answer, and she nodded and immediately left him, and disappeared into the crowd in a few breaths.
She hadn't eaten for a long time since Li Zhai's incident, and now that she had eaten, her stomach was uncomfortable.
She searched for the public bathroom and ran in, not seeing the sneaky figure following her behind her. Seeing that there were people in the women's toilet cubicle, I looked left and right, and flashed into the men's toilet.
After the battle with He Huohuo, the vitality of the drought fish was even more damaged, and the girl was not a dish in her eyes at all, but she couldn't stand her fierce and had a good sword, and Rao chased her for half a mountain like a dead dog.
Now most of her hair has been chopped off, she wrapped her head with a black towel that she didn't know where to touch, and secretly followed Cheng Qinghe into here, but she didn't come out when she waited left and right.
Cheng Qinghe squatted on the toilet and fumbled for a cardboard box for a while, and when he saw that it was empty, he couldn't help but make a difficulty.
"Xiu Xiu~"
She was in a daze, when she heard the voice and looked around, only to see a miserable white hand slowly reaching in from under the door, five long crimson nails as if they had been cut diagonally by something, and scratching a handful of white rolling paper in her hand.
Seeing that there was no movement inside, the squatting fish outside the door of the compartment groaned again.
Cheng Qinghe looked at the strange hand that was shaking and shaking, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and he leaned over and took the roll of paper.