His face was unashamed, and his smile did not decrease: "Qinghe is not in a hurry, I have an antidote, but I am not around, and I can't immediately drive away the cold for you." ”

She didn't say a word, she looked straight at him, her face turned from white to red, from red to green, from green to blue, from green to gray.

He groaned slightly, and smiled with a smile on his face: "So far, I have to wronged Qinghe and wait for Jin Suo." As long as General Jin brings the antidote, the cold poison will be solved. ”

Qinghe still looked straight at each other, silent. Suddenly, he jumped up, flew to the room, turned back, and had an extra "Flying Dragon Sword" in his hand.

He was shocked, and his face was happy: "Qinghe, you really sympathize with me, the 'Flying Dragon Sword' has been lost!" ”

Before the words were finished, the cold light flashed, and the "Flying Dragon Sword" came out of its sheath.

Looking at her face again, it is changing rapidly, the anger is difficult to calm, the hatred is difficult to fill, the bitterness and hatred are deep, and the murderous spirit is full of door.

He was unbelievable at first, noncommittal one after another, then light-hearted, and finally smiled: "The spring is infinitely good, and the peach blossoms on the human face are smiling." There are hundreds of kinds of love, and the sword is the most wonderful. Puxia welcomes the splitting wind, and the dragon and lotus smile proudly. ”

At this moment, the green lotus, the brain is not called by words, and the cerebellum does not listen to the hands and feet. He turned a deaf ear to his words. Glaring at the hatred, his eyes were torn, and the hatred was monstrous.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a chirp in the courtyard, but it was the pheasant that was caught.

She suddenly woke up and was empowered: "My martial arts are slight, and he is seriously injured, and I am definitely not an opponent, so why bother fighting a fish and breaking the net?" ”

With this thought, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the smile gave birth to a double face, like a blooming hibiscus, like a blooming lotus: "Although the chicken is good, it has been used up." Kill one more and use it for lunch. ”

Before he finished speaking, he was admitted to the hospital.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "The tiger fell on the plain and was bullied by dogs, and the end of the hero is not as good as a chicken!" ”

Before the words fell, I heard a scream, which was thrilling. Shocked, he jumped in front of the window and entered the first level of combat readiness. When I looked at it, I couldn't help but be stunned.

If you don't see it with your own eyes and hear it with your own ears, how can you believe it: "This is the lover who has spent all your life, chasing souls and dreams, and looking for it?" ”

Reality and dreams are not only a gap, but also fundamentally opposite.

See also:

The head of the chicken rolls and spins, and the wings struggle to die. The rooster crows miserably at noon, and the blood of the rooster flows into the abyss. Chicken feathers are flying all over the sky, and the chicken soul is scattered and resentful!

Standing in front of the window, frightened, panicked, and dizzy: "The sky has no eyes." Qinghe, you actually used my 'Flying Dragon Sword' to chop chicken brains, chop chicken feet, shave chicken feathers, and cut chicken belly. I beg you to be merciful under the sword, so that I can live the rest of my life after the sword. ”

I was still frightened, and I found that the perpetrator Qinghe, holding the bloody "Flying Dragon Sword", absconded in fear of crime, flew up to the eaves, and watched from the top.

When the pheasant died tragically, she suddenly fell, rose again in the air, and disappeared in an instant. At the time of the turn, the "Flying Dragon Sword" had been washed and washed dry. It turned out that she was also ashamed of this beast trip and was eager to destroy the corpse.

He thought about it and was deeply puzzled: "She is decisive and resourceful. It's just that why dressing and cooking is unscrupulous and unsightly? ”

After thinking about it, he shook his head again and again: "It is said that 'life is in the world, food and clothing are two things', which is not true." For her, it is clearly 'life in the world, food and clothing are wrong'. ”

In any case, as scheduled, with the morning meal, the steaming bamboo shoots stewed pheasant was placed in front of me.

She held the bowl in both hands, just drank a sip of chicken soup, and before she tasted it salty, she heard an affectionate call in her ears: "Qinghe!" ”

The voice was gentle and incomparable, considerate, lingering and compassionate, and the gods and ghosts wept.

Qinghe only returned to the soul of a pheasant and asked her for his life, and goosebumps broke up all over his body.

She hugged the bowl and looked around, no visitors, no chickens, no people, and couldn't help but feel at a loss.

Finally found the source of the sound, was ignorant, looked at him again and again, suppressed his curiosity, and still couldn't bear it: "Long Dada, who do you always summon spirits?" ”

The "chameleon" looked at her fixedly, smiling silently.

Puzzled, she glanced at him again: ragged and unclothed; Big holes and small holes, full of loopholes; Bloodstained, blood-colored. Dressed up like this, it is unbelievable that he is heroic, free and easy, and like a god.

After reading it, I was envious: "Such a bloody clothes can also wear such domineering!" worthy of a real hero, worthy of a "chameleon"! ”

Feign! It's really loaded!

Seeing the "chameleon", I suddenly remembered the wounds of the past, and my little hands involuntarily touched the back of my heart. After wandering, he reached into his arms again, and there was a "seven-star needle" hidden there, which was taken from the front heart of the "chameleon".

He smiled slightly, and his voice was very pleasant: "Qinghe, are your injuries healed?" How to survive death? How to get into the Wu camp? How to get out of danger? ”

She was very unhappy when she heard this: "My injuries are all thanks to you!" Why gloat? After the anger, he immediately woke up: "How does the 'chameleon' know my whereabouts?" Do you want to get away with it all the time? ”

Thinking like this, he turned his anger into fear, and the bamboo chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground in an instant. Hurriedly leaned down, just to hide his weakness.

In a panic, he lowered his head and leaned over, exposing the "Seven Star Needle" in his arms. When he landed, he had a lotus face, ashamed to become a red lotus, and his little hands were busy picking it up.

Sit back in your place, look up, and be calm. Without changing his face like this, he was so puzzled: "I was in a daze, and my serious injuries were repaired as before." The Wu army camp, there is food and drink, there is fun and fun, there is medicine and medicine, it is really good. ”

After finishing speaking, his face was red, and he couldn't look back: "First as a prisoner, then as a deserter, and then as a thief, my ancestors were all shamed by me." ”

His gaze never left her little hand picking up needles for a moment: "It's right, you have come here lightly, and the words changed: "Ling Zun Chaoyang, it must be healthy?" ”

She was horrified: "What Lingzun? What sunrise? It's just a lie. He asked, "Why did he inquire about my father?" Is it the jade flute again? ”

The big eyes of the "chameleon" were black and flashing, staring at her like pins and needles, and she couldn't eat anymore: "It's past noon, and the dragon wants to see the rising sun, so he can only get up early tomorrow to watch." ”

After speaking, he got up, jumped out of the room, and fled.

He looked at her fleeting back, forcibly suppressed the fluctuating heart, and did not chase out the door. Sketching her vest "Blue Wolf White Deer" in her mind, thinking of the "Seven Star Needle" she carefully collected, silently recalling her short-lived murderous eyes.

The room was full of lotus fragrance, rich and fragrant, but he was empty, he couldn't touch anything, he couldn't grasp anything. All of a sudden, everything was lost.

There is no choice but to endure the severe pain, only to practice and wait for the time. There are no distractions, and I am getting better, refreshed, and confident.

She hid in the straw pile in the room, and also wanted to concentrate on practicing, but her mind wandered and she didn't know what to do. In a trance, a voice kept bewitching: "Time is running out, there is no time to wait, we must counter violence with violence and force him to hand over the antidote." ”

Suddenly, the "chameleon" had strode to the room and walked to the side.

Qinghe was shocked: "Is he a god?" Recovered so quickly? What is in his hand? Yellow, orange, golden? Oh, it turned out to be a bud grain stick. It's just that when and how he will make a move, how do I not know? ”

But seeing his hands, up and down, moving like golden flashes, fast as lightning, and the buds rubbing against each other, "??" Voiced. In an instant, the buds of rice are fluttering one after another, like a golden waterfall, sprinkled on the ground.

No, not on the ground, but on a stone mortar in the corner of the room.

This stone mortar, she has been several times, curious to look at, has not known what kind of artifact, and now finally knows: it turned out to be used by the rice. It is larger than a bucket, the "mortar body" is buried in the ground, the "mortar mouth" is exposed to the ground, and the gong lines in the mortar are all over.

On top of the stone mortar, there is a "pole and pestle" made of a tree trunk, and on both sides of the "belly" are the "poles" that support the warping, and the "tail" enters the underground pit.

But when he saw the "chameleon", he raised his hand casually, and the "head of the head" was immediately volleyed, and the center of gravity moved to the "tail of the dragon". With another wave of his hand, the "head" swooped downwards and rammed into the bud valley in the mortar.

And so on, down, up, up, down, and so on, and so on. After a while, the bud valley in the stone mortar was shattered.