Immediately, a rare wind blew. In the blink of an eye, the stones flew into the sand, and the yellow dust swayed all over the sky.

The world is dark, empty, and sleepy. The wind, but suddenly awakened, roared suddenly, enveloping everything, rolling everything, devouring everything, engulfing everything, sweeping and swallowing up the dark clouds, the verdant trees, and the thousands of waves.

In an instant, the thunder and lightning were dazzling and deafening.

It's nice that the rain is pouring down and the hail is coming! But why only drive away the clouds of splashed ink? Why only drifting in the mountains? Why only wash flowers and trees? Why are the waves of the Yangtze River only rolling? Why can't we break through the darkness? Why can't you wake up Aaron? Why can't you save Aaron's sleeping life?

At that time, Qinghe had completely given up his desire to survive and accumulated the last trace of strength, just to say the last sentence: "Ah Long, I won't force you to go back to Nanyu, let's go to Lychee Mountain now and find the past." ”

After speaking, there was no consciousness, no memory, no heartbeat, no breathing.

Bo Ying hugged the angry Qinghe tightly, looked at her heartbroken face, only to feel that the mechanism was exhausted, and in the end, Aihe became sad, and shed thousands of tears.

Early the next morning, Qinghe woke up slowly, vaguely saw a kind doctor, and faintly heard a respectful voice: "You don't have to worry, the little lady is not seriously injured." As long as you apply 'Kui Xing Soul Scattering' every day, after three or five days, you will definitely move freely and be as good as ever. ”

The next moment, the golden wide sleeves swayed, and the clouds were turbulent; The golden robe fluttered, and the dragon was horizontal. A handsome face emerges, with a straight nose and a square mouth, sharp and angular, impeccable. A pair of long eyes are shining, and the black jade-like pupils are shining. A pair of sword eyebrows flew, and the spirit of a king did not show itself, but Bo Ying said in a low voice: "Okay, the widow knows." Rest and go, brother wolf. ”

The wolf shot respectfully and said, "Wechen retired." Please also keep in mind that the Soul Rejuvenation Scatter can only be applied externally, not internally. Otherwise, there will be a fear for your life. ”

In a trance, the wolf shot with the respectful voice, respectfully retreated.

Qinghe Danjue's whole body is cool and cool, full of endless sorrow in his heart, focusing his eyes and concentrating at each other.

What really caught my eye was Bo Ying, he was dressing her with medicine, just like back then, seriously, at that time she was also struggling on the verge of death, and was pierced by Ah Long's heart.

Qinghe struggled to get up and looked at him lightly, without the slightest heat in his cold eyes.

Bo Ying didn't care, and continued to smile warmly, the movements in his hands did not slow down in the slightest, and his mouth was even softer and softer: "Qinghe, although you have no worries about your life, if you are not good for life, you will inevitably have scars." I asked the wolf to personally concoct 'Kui Xing Soul Scattering' for you, so that your ice muscles and snow skin will be intact as before. ”

Qinghe only felt ridiculous when he heard this: "Without Ah Long, what is the matter in my heart again?" Who is the jade ice skin born for, and who is the fresh and smooth water shiny? ”

Thinking of Ah Long, she couldn't help lowering her eyes, her eyes were watery, not gentle, not clear.

When Bo Ying saw it, he couldn't help but tremble.

He held the medicine bowl in one hand and thoughtful in the other, and said in a trembling voice: "Qinghe, today is stung, two years ago today, you escaped from my big tent." It was really a 'sting', lost and regained. Do you remember yesterday's promise? Qinghe, I don't want you to pay anything, I just ask you to accept me. ”

Unexpectedly, Qinghe actually smiled, extremely delicate; Qinghe actually spit out Youlan, extremely soft: "In my life, I only accept Ah Long alone." No, not only for one lifetime, but for the rest of my life, I only love Ah Long. ”

After finishing speaking, he looked at the carved screen on the side of the bed, and opened the delicate curly lily. Yes, Aaron used it to make a newlywed flower crown with his own hands.

Qinghe completely fell into deep reminiscence, and was in no mood to pay attention to Bo Win.

She stared blankly at the lily, tears streaming down her eyelashes, dripping down her cheeks. She was unconscious, and nothing in this world could awaken her dreams except Aaron.

Bo Ying looked at her fixedly, his heart was surging, and there were countless ups and downs. The letter of resignation that fell off from her arms yesterday was full of shadows and bloodstains, and it still brought him infinite shock. This made him even more convinced: "Qinghe and Long Fan can never be a solid pair, not only are they not, their emotions are like castles in the air, not only have no foundation, but also ethereal, not only burdened, but also shattered." ”

After a while, Bo Ying put the medicine bowl next to the bed, looked at his lover intently, and resumed a smile: "Qinghe, I know that your mind is fickle, so it's best." Immediately, I will let you know, my pet, my love. I will let you know that my benefits will never be achieved by Long Fan. At that time, you will change your mind, and you will only want to smile at me for the rest of your life. ”

However, a passionate kiss, a light pity and intimate love, only in exchange for unfinished intentions, only in exchange for love to burn herself, only to see her weakness and dying.

Bo Yingqiang endured his hunger and thirst, and said in a low voice: "Qinghe, you haven't eaten water and rice for a day and a night, let's have breakfast first, and then we will have the strength to talk happily." ”

He got out of bed, turned around, took breakfast, and turned to find her lying where she was, unmoved, still dazed.

Although Bo Ying felt sad, she still remained unswerving, shushing the cold and asking for warmth, but in exchange for her insensitivity.

He hugged her gently, gently put her on the head of the bed, put a pillow on it, and fed her rice porridge with a spoon.

Qinghe remained motionless, refusing to even cooperate a little.

Bo Ying tilted his head and pondered for a moment, smiled and said, "It's me who will be wrong."

Dutch. My Qinghe is in a hurry to be my woman first before she is willing to use my breakfast. The husband just gave up halfway, and he was really not gentle and sympathetic enough, no wonder the baby protested silently. ”

Qinghe turned a deaf ear, still staring at the ethereal beautiful eyes, looking at the curly lily on the screen, obsessed, good eyes.

Bo Ying's patience collapsed, and he couldn't suppress it anymore, he put the cutlery on the head of the bed, and put the half-lying green lotus on the bed.

A few tenderness, a few sweetness. A few times warm, a few times bold. A few times upside down, a few times crazy.

Although it is suffocated by love, although it is obsessed with joy, it is still not very strong. Bo Ying was extremely happy, and whispered in her ear: "Qinghe, it's so tight, my husband is so happy." It's just that the husband can't help himself, but still give you the same pleasure. ”

Seeing that Qinghe was indifferent, Bo Ying was even more impatient: "Husband looks forward to you relaxing, so that you won't be in pain."

Having said that, he couldn't wait, trembling all over, and flew into the sky**: "Qinghe, does it hurt?" ”

In an instant, the joy that I had never felt before shook my body. He struggled, endured, wantoned, and slowed down as much as possible under him: "Qinghe, do you like it?" ”

There was no resistance, no response, which made him even more insatiable. He was afraid of hurting his beloved, so he forcibly slowed down the pace, trembled his hands, held her beautiful face, and kissed her delicate red lips with affection: "Qinghe, you really love me." ”

What puzzled Bo Ying was that his passion, his kisses, and his love only made his own soul lost, and Qinghe was unmoved. It made him incredulous: "Isn't she a woman?" Without a hint of a woman's love? ”

He was a person from the past, and he couldn't help but be full of doubts: "She is so tight, it is clearly her first love, isn't she in pain?" How can it be? It's just that it doesn't hurt, she, who has always been more willful than a wild cat, more cunning than a rabbit, and more naughty than a monkey, actually let me go? ”

Up to now, Bo Ying can't suppress his fanaticism at all, and he can't control the flood at all. He seems to be floating in the clouds and mist, he is like struggling in the turbulent waves, his soul is not giving up, and he is wonderful.

It's just that in the confusion, intoxication, and upside down, a strange fragrance, rich and mellow, bitter and cool, comes to the nose.

Bo Ying was shocked: "What, 'Kui Xing is still gone'?" It came from her mouth, not her body! ”

Suddenly, a terrible thought struck Bo Ying's heart like lightning. He has no time to rejoice, and all love, all pleasure, is gone. He looked eagerly at the bedside medicine bowl, and was even more shocked, the pill where the 'Soul Recovery' pill was placed was actually empty.

Bo Ying shouted: "Qinghe, 'still the soul is gone'?" Did you drink? Not a drop left! ”

Qinghe didn't answer, just looked at the curly pill lily on the screen, looked at himself, and ignored him.

At that moment, Bo Ying, as a king, was like a spring, although he was naked, he didn't care about his face at all, jumped up, grabbed her feet, and turned her upside down.

Qinghe was suddenly hung upside down, head and feet, suddenly felt the stomach churning, abdominal distension unbearable, gulps of turmeric juice, spurted out from the nose and mouth.

Bo Ying was shocked and angry, anxious and afraid, and kept slapping her front and back.

Qinghe vomited wildly until he suffocated.

It wasn't until Qinghe vomited and was dying that Bo Ying put her down and put her on the bed horizontally, eagerly brought a large glass of warm water, pinched her nose and poured it all the way.

After a moment's pause, he lifted her upside down and slapped her hard.

In an instant, Qinghe's stomach turned over again, and the soup spurted from her nose and mouth.

After a long time, she was flattened without breathing. At this time, her face was already pale, her hands and feet were cold, and her breath was like a gossamer.

The wolf was outside the door, and when he heard that there was something wrong in the upper room, he was surprised, and he heard Bo Ying calling several times, and he was hoarse, and he knew that it was not good, so he jumped in.

But seeing that Qinghe was rolled up in the quilt, his face was snow-white, and his breath was gone.

Bo Ying was anxious and angry: "Brother Wolf, the big thing is not good, and the whole bowl of 'soul is scattered' is swallowed by her." ”

The wolf was frightened when he heard this, staring at the medicinal juice all over the ground, only to feel a little relieved, still trembling, and said urgently: "I must force the little lady to pour out all the money." ”

Bo Ying's face was very ugly: "Those who can vomit are forced to vomit, but I am afraid that there is still a small amount of residue in the abdomen, and there is nothing to be done!" I wonder if she is worried about her life? ”

The wolf shot and muttered for a moment: "If there is only a small amount left, there is no fear of life." It's just ......, it's just ......" Before the words were finished, he hesitated and didn't dare to say more.

Bo Ying said angrily: "It's just what, say it quickly!" ”

The wolf shot hurriedly said: "There are anti-inflammatory, analgesic, and anesthetic substances in 'Soul Return', which will affect the little lady's vision, hearing, perception and feeling, and even make the little lady confuse her memory and hallucinate." ”

Seeing Bo Ying's worried face, the wolf hurriedly added: "You don't have to worry, the illness will not delay for too long, the little lady is gifted and healthy, and she will recover as before in three or five days." ”

I don't know how many times I experienced wind and rain, I don't know how many times I went through reincarnation, Qinghe woke up again, and was actually hugged from behind.

This chest is so warm, how can it not be Aaron?

Qinghe eagerly turned over, and sure enough, Ah Long's black face appeared in front of him. He slept quietly, full of resolute and resolute beauty.

Qinghe burst into ecstasy: "Come to think of it, those thrills, those tribulations, although they are terrible, although they are painful, they are a false alarm. It turns out that Aaron is alive and well

, not separated from me, we both live in the quiet and beautiful Tingfeng Mountain. ”

Luckily! Luckily!

Qinghe lay in his arms, infinitely happy, infinitely complete, kissing and rubbing, hippie smiling, and coquettish: "Along, wake up quickly, have you forgotten?" Let's climb Lychee Mountain today! ”

Who knows, with such hard work, Ah Long actually woke up so slowly, far less clever than before.

Qinghe couldn't wait, so she raised her small fist and beat him on the chest like raindrops.

He stretched his back and yawned. For some reason, his tone was full of lust and laziness that she was unfamiliar with: "You abrasive baby! I loved you seven times last night, my husband was really tired, but you didn't know how to be satisfied, and you didn't even let me sleep well! ”

Helpless, he finally opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, when he saw his lover at a glance, he trembled like a devil possessed him, desperate, turned over, hugged and kissed: "Since the baby doesn't love enough, how can the husband spare his own body?" ”

Where is he stingy, it is clear that he is attacking cities and conquering places by force.

How could he be so unscrupulous, kissing her mouth with a burning pain, pressing her wound with burning pain. It's just a kiss and a pressure, it's endless.

Qinghe was full of hesitation: "Why is Ah Long so heavy?" Can't even take a bite of the popularity? ”

Qinghe couldn't breathe well, the wound was in severe pain, and it took a lot of effort to breathe a sigh of relief, and he struggled to shout: "Ah Long! Why are you so heavy? Really crushing people? ”

He was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly turned over, his eyes burning, and he looked carefully and carefully, as if he wanted to see through her kaleidoscopic changes.

Qinghe was even more surprised than him: "Why do his eyes keep changing? First dark blue, then black purple, then green and yellow, and finally green? ”

He pondered for a long time before he said quietly, "Baby, don't call me Ah Long!" ”

His voice was very low and cold, far less pleasant than it used to be.

Qinghe pulled out, a little confused, a little lost, and his little face was pressed against his chest, only to feel that he was not as solid and reliable, tenacious and strong as before. In the midst of suspicion, he looked at his eyes, which were not as dark and bright as before, and sparkled.

This made her endlessly melancholy, and even more irrepressible disappointment.

Qinghe struggled to expel the unhappiness, but was still extremely surprised: "Ah Long, I have always called you like this, and you yourself love to listen to it. You don't want to be called Aaron, I want to call you Aworm. ”

He was very displeased: "Baby, I'd rather hear you call me a worm!" ”

Qinghe was taken aback and resisted desperately: "I don't want Ah Worm, I just want Ah Long." ”

He stopped talking, and looked at her for a long time, silently.

Qinghe smiled, rolled over, and broke away from his embrace. Inadvertently, he glanced at the curly lily screen, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Ah Long, I will accompany you to Lychee Mountain today, do you like it?" Ah Long, you see, the rolling Lychee Mountain, doesn't it look like a flying and circling dragon? Ah Long, you see, the flowing Lychee River is not like the strings of sowing melodious ancient songs? Ah Long, you see, those tall and straight lychee trees, don't they look like heroic immortals? Ah Long, you see, those bunches of lychees, don't they look like a burning flame? Ah Long, you see, those lychees, don't they look like sparkling rubies? No wonder Ah Long is obsessed with this, the rivers and mountains are like poetry, the scenery is picturesque, and it is beautiful, which amazes my eyes. ”

He hugged her gently: "Does Qinghe also like lychees?" I also like it, when we go back to Soochow, in a few months, I can take you to pick. ”

Qinghe smiled slightly: "Ah Long, you lied to me again." You are in Western Shu, not Eastern Wu. Where did the lychee tree come from in Xishu? Lychee is only available in the southern country. Every summer, the lychees hang on the branches, and I go around the garden and pick them secretly. I pick seven of them every time, one for my father, one for my mother, one for my brother, one for my sister, one for Brother Tai, one for Changwen, and I keep one for myself. Now, I'm going to pick one more, who do you guess I'll give it to? Do you need to ask? Aaron for me, of course. Aaron, can I peel one for you? Do you smell it? A refreshing fruity aroma comes to the nose. You see, this transparent flesh is like a warm white jade, and you will be thrilled when you look at it. Take a bite of it, the juice overflows the mouth, more like sweet spring water, how refreshing, how sweet? Aaron, what do you guess lychee tastes like? It's like Aaron's first kiss to me, sweet, beautiful, pure! ”

When he heard this, he was excited, kissing, caressing, and gasping for a long time: "Qinghe, is it sweet?" Is it beautiful or not? ”

Qinghe felt even more breathless, and frowned: "No, Ah Long, why doesn't your kiss smell of lychee at all?" ”

Before he could finish speaking, he trembled again, imprisoned her under him, and held her tightly and unwillingly in his arms: "The smell of lychees? Absolutely! But whatever you want, your husband will give it. Leave no stone unturned and do your best. ”

Qinghe's face was close to his, and her lips were held in his mouth, but there was no warmth, no comfort, it was actually boundless fear, boundless suffocation.

He was so fanatical and obsessed, so tender and pitying, so easy, so lingering and impactful, but for some reason, she only felt endless pain in her body and mind, like fire, like a knife.

Qinghe couldn't bear the pain anymore, frowned, and snorted a few times: "Ah Long, I am in pain." ”

Only then did he wake up from his excitement, and he still hugged each other tightly, refusing to relax in the slightest: "Baby, don't be afraid, my husband really loves you so much." ”