Cen Duxiao didn't speak, sobbing and crying, the more she was sad for Feng Yizhi, the more her heart hurt, the fire burned her heart, and the pain made her vomit a mouthful of blood.

Lu Li's whole body hurts, and the injury is not light, but Cen Duxiao is not crying for himself, he is self-aware.

Lu Li looked at Cen Duxiao's grief-stricken appearance in a daze, his heart was like a knife, and when he saw her vomiting blood, he hurriedly shouted: "Xiaoxiao......"

Lu Li struggled to break away from the wind, but his body couldn't bear to be paralyzed, he crawled to see Cen Duxiao, but was vigorously pulled up by the wind.

Feng Xun's tone was particularly sharp and resentful: "She survived by stepping on Fusang's bones, she is now the incarnation of Shenmu, she can't die!

Lu Li's arm was already injured by spiritual power, his bones had been broken, and he was pinched by the wind like this, so painful that his lips trembled and cold sweat flowed, he snorted, and his voice trembled: "Master, it hurts ......"

Looking at the child in front of him who had been brought up since he was injured like this, he couldn't bear it, but when he thought of this stupid child entangled with his enemy, he was half angry.

Lu Li has been obedient to him since he was a child, he asked Lu Li to go east, Lu Li never dared to go west, only on the issue of Cen Duxiao Lu Li is stubborn, he beat and scolded, and he can't pull it back!

Feng Xun breathed a long sigh of relief to suppress his anger, his face softened a little, he let go of his hand, and his tone was much softer: "Don't worry, I won't hurt her, not for the time being, you come with me and take care of your injuries." ”

Hearing this, the stone in Lu Centrifugal fell to the ground, fainted in a drowsy state, and turned into a small black dragon coiled on Feng Xun's shoulder.

Cen Duxiao wiped the blood from her lips, squatted on the ground and hugged her legs and cried, Wangshu couldn't look at it, and pondered for a while to conjure up from the sword body.

Wangshu handed her a handkerchief and said softly, "Don't cry, haven't you cried enough?"

Cen Duxiao ignored it, and when she heard the same voice of Wangshu and Fengyizhi, she felt even more uncomfortable.

It's a pity that no matter how much Wangshu looks like him, he is not him after all.

Cen Duxiao snorted with a crying tone, choked up and said, "You go, go back to the sword, I don't want to see you." ”

Wangshu took a handkerchief, squatted next to her, and persuaded, "Have you forgotten the purpose of your coming to the underworld? Hades and Lethe haven't been found yet, how long are you going to cry here?"

Wangshu held her chin and sighed, holding the handkerchief in her hand, embarrassed to wipe her tears, she didn't take the handkerchief, she kept crying, crying so much that he was inexplicably depressed.

Wang Shu tilted his head to look at her side face, her tear-washed eyes were already a little red and swollen, and he was quite helpless: "How can I have a master like you? ”

Wangshu's tone was a little lazy and unique, and it really seemed like him.

Cen Duxiao suddenly turned his head sideways and looked at him worriedly, his eyes filled with tears, as if they were soaked in a pool of clear water.

This Wang Qingquan is sad, sour, and full of longing. Thoughts converge into a river, and a word and a voice are like a stone, which can splash the already unquiet river.

She was completely crushed, and tears welled up again.

Wangshu said so much, it's too much!

It's not that what he said is excessive, what is excessive is that Feng Yizhi is gone and can't come back, but Wangshu is so similar to him when he comes!

Is it a trick on someone, is it deliberately punishing her?

People are people who see things and think about people, and when they come to her, they are directly a big living person dangling in front of her eyes!

It's so torturous!!I know that he is not him, but I still subconsciously hold the thoughts that he may not be him.

As soon as Wangshu spoke, she still trembled in her heart.

She raised her hand and slapped it on Wangshu's head with a "snap", and made a solid sound.

The slap was so heavy that Wangshu was stunned, leaned over, and almost fell to the ground.

Cen Duxiao was so angry that she demanded like a child playing a scoundrel, "Don't talk to me in this tone in the future!"

Wang Shu stood up, so angry that he exploded, he crossed his waist with one hand, pointed at her head with the other, and scolded: "Cen Duxiao! Are you sick? This sword spirit came out to comfort you with good intentions, you don't know how to be grateful, you just beat me! You actually beat me!"

Cen Duxiao ignored him and continued to look empty, looking at Wangshu with a disheveled strand of hair hanging down his sideburns, she felt a little guilty.

This is quite unreasonable, but the temper can't be stopped, so I have to take the sword spirit to be angry.

He himself admits that she is his master's, she is the master, she has the final say!

"Stinky girl with a wolf's heart and dog's lungs!" Wangshu paced back and forth in front of her eyes, too fast, dragging a white phantom, he was dressed in white, and his skin was also white, white like a rampaging Samoyed.

It's the kind of air that you know he's angry and about to bite, but you expect him to be very well-behaved and won't pounce on you and bite you, like a big dog.

This is also very similar to Fengyizhi.

Feng Yizhi always said insincerely, ignoring her, letting her go, no matter how poisonous and ruthless he said, but every time she was in danger, he would still appear at the first time.

Wangshu scolded for a long time, threw the handkerchief on her head, and said, "The dog bites Lu Dongbin!"

In the end, he calmed himself down and said to himself: "This sword spirit doesn't hit women, and he doesn't care about women, hum!"

Cen Duxiao took off the handkerchief from his head, blew his nose, and after crying and venting, except for his head being a little dizzy, his heart was not so painful.

After using the handkerchief, she threw it at him, as if nothing had happened, and she said calmly: "Thank you, your handkerchief is back to you." ”

Seeing that her handkerchief was ravaged and ruined by her, Wangshu was so disgusted that she hurriedly flashed to the side, for fear of being next to her snot-stained handkerchief, and exclaimed: "Oh my God! You woman is so clean-looking, why are you so sloppy!"

Wangshu doubted Jian Sheng again......

What kind of master he is!

I love to cry, I love to lose control, I love to run, I love to fight, I love to lose my temper, and I don't love to be clean!

Shouldn't they wash each other's handkerchiefs and return them after they have used them? No matter how bad they are, she just throws them away, anyway, she will turn them into something out of thin air, and then turn into a piece and return it to him.

She just threw it over?!

I can't bear to be clean!

Wangshu patted his clothes and carefully checked whether his body was "polluted" by her, his spotless white clothes didn't want to be a little dirty.

Cen Duxiao didn't feel embarrassed at all, she didn't need to be dignified in front of a sword, she was not a lady, not to mention that he was not a gentleman.

Cen Duxiao rolled his eyes: "Beautiful women are not allowed to have snot, anyone who cries will have a runny nose, I don't know!"

Wangshu "cut": "I've never seen a self-proclaimed beauty as comfortable as you." ”

Don't love cleanliness and narcissism!

How did Fusang fall in love with her? He loved her so much that he loved her?