After writing, Ling Youran put down the pen in his hand and moved his wrist, Mu Qianxun came over and read the poem that Ling Youran had just written, "It's good, but Youran, isn't it too sad?" Mu Qianxun has always disliked tragedy, Ling Youran picked up the rice paper and said, "Is it sad?" Why don't I think? "Because your heart is uncomfortable. Mu Qianxun thought to himself. "Say whatever you want." Mu Qianxun no longer refuted Ling Youran.

"Third sister~" The two of them just wanted to rest for a while, and Ling Yuran came to the door to find her unhappy. "Yo~ It's really a rare guest, you are not welcome here." Mu Qianxun blocked the door, not letting Ling Yuran enter the gate at all. "My three sisters haven't said anything yet." Ling Yuran was a little angry on his face, "What Qianxun said, that's what I want to say, you are not welcome here." Ling Youran's face was calm, after listening to Ling Youran's words, Ling Yuran's face changed greatly, and when he saw that there was no one on all sides, he scolded, "Ling Youran, don't think that if I call you a third sister, you really treat you as my sister, what are you?" Even if you get the name of Shuangjiao in the capital, it is only second. Ling Yuran didn't care about her ladylike image at the moment.

Ling Youran's eyes burst out with anger, a few sighs and sorrows, God should not kill her, but she believes in her. She only stood with her eyebrows furrowed and swallowed all the grievances alone. In this world, there is no shortage of lonely people who appreciate themselves. Troubled times, unpredictable people's hearts, she is blind and touches the elephant in this, cold and warm, but she is really like a blind girl who will sincerely offer it all. She originally borrowed a wisp of pear blossom's soul and scorched it, but in her last life, she was pulled out of her bones by her so-called relatives and ruined her body. Could it be that in this life, do you still deserve to be bullied by Ling Yuran?

This is a rare time for Ling Demon Ran to be angry, one rushed to Ling Yuran in a hurry, raised his hand and was about to slap down, Mu Qianxun saw that someone came over there and just wanted to stop it, but unexpectedly, someone had already stopped it in advance. It was Qi Chuxia, Qi Chuxia, holding Ling Youran's hand, smiling, and said, "Sister, some people are not worthy of your dirty hands." After speaking, he put down Ling Youran's hand.

Ling Yuran's face turned pale, "What do you mean?" What does it mean to get her hands dirty? Qi Chuxia glanced at Ling Yuran's pale face lightly, and said, "It's not interesting, you can think whatever you want." "Qi Chuxia doesn't want to talk to this kind of person." You're all a raccoon dog. Ling Yuran scolded vainly, Qi Chuxia frowned, "Get out, do you want me to invite you?" ”

After Ling Yuran left, Qi Chuxia took Ling Youran's hand, stared at Ling Youran's eyes, and said, "The more people in the upper position sit, the more shaky they become, and some people, if you retreat, the more they will devour their blood and take everything." My sister was reborn from the fire and knew everyone's faces. I have seen through the prosperity of the world. My sister must learn to hide the hatred in her eyes, and put on a layer of disguise with a clever smile. If you owe your sister, you must pay it back another day! The strong in this world wins, and the vicious people are all over the place. This world does not tolerate the good, and the blade of determination can make up the heaven and the earth. Counterattack is human instinct, if it weren't for the world that polluted my sister's eyes and stabbed my sister's heart, my sister should now hold a pen and smile, with innocence in her eyes. Whether it is a son who is as gentle as jade, or a charming and sultry demon, my sister will eventually choose one for her own son who is already empty in body and mind, Xu Yiyuan pear flower, Bo flute Xiaoxiao, no longer for this inescapable fate, and a person who runs away for a lifetime. Qi Chuxia's words are very long, but they are all on point, Ling Youran looked at Qi Chuxia, her eyes were very bright, as if she could see through a qiē.