Chapter 170
"Condolences."
Qing Shibo said such words thousands of times, and even he felt that he was about to wear out his mouth.
In fact, there is a more appropriate set of words, but as time passes, all the monsters default to just two simple words, saving more about those words.
Who doesn't know these clichΓ©s, just think about it yourself, why bother with it.
The golden cite nodded heavily, but it felt a little ridiculous, but she couldn't laugh.
"I... Never mind. β
Qing Shibo gently patted the other party's hand for comfort, and then said, "Speaking of the place where you live, what about the girl?" β
"Hmm."
When the golden claw kite mentioned Zhong for three years, he was interested, and quickly swept away the dull breath of Fang Cai.
"You said that she is a very special person, although she is usually a bit long-winded housekeeper, but she is still a good person, and she is quite good among the people I know."
Qing Shibo looked at it with a smile.
The golden vine kite waved her hand a little embarrassed, and muttered in a low voice, "Of course, you also know what kind of virtue those people I know, except when I originally wanted to return to the mountains and forests... Well, I don't know too many of the servants at home. β
Qing Shi Bo chin head.
Listening quietly, a pair of eyes as gentle as water, looking at the face on the other side is soft and clear.
Jin Zhu Kite said: "Zhong Sansan, in fact, he also has a little temper, but people are very cowardly, and they don't dare to do anything, and they don't have much courage to say anything they say, and it's easy to listen, but it's best to come back with the words, otherwise it's easy to shake your face." β
He talked about it, but he had a mouthful.
Coincidentally, I just experienced the paper monster, can there be no topic to talk about?
Obviously, he had already said the matter, but he still had to say it again, complaining constantly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but there was no way to suppress it.
Qing Shibo didn't say anything during the whole process, just listened quietly, with a decent smile on the corner of his mouth, quiet and peaceful, and looked at each other with a little softness in his eyes.
The golden cite also seemed to be accustomed to this way of talking, chattering endlessly, and listening quietly alone, just confiding these words all over again, looking at the other party without any objection, but relieved.
"You may not believe it, if you listen to such a thing to that girl, you have to talk to me about something, don't bully the weak casually, leave three points for doing things, it's really annoying that it's messy."
"Hmm."
Qing Shibo bowed his head, "Some people always like to nag, but it's also for your good." β
The golden vine kin bowed, and nodded with a little pride, "I naturally know, if not, I can still tolerate it, can't this girl be presumptuous here?" She manages a little more but it is also for my good, I have never understood those truths, and they are not the same, but they also understand that it is for my heart. β
Always a little picky temper, but also with evil and not inferior.
The mind is jumping and the spirit of youth, even if he is very old, but he always has those unruly spirits.
The persuasion of outsiders can understand what is good and what is bad, sometimes he can understand, sometimes he can't understand, but he also knows that the other party is sincere, for his own good, without his thoughts.
Zhong San's words are indeed a little excessive, at least compared to before, he is a little hairy, if he really turned his face, what can a weak human being, he still understands that the other party is really kind to reprimand him, but he can't understand the truth.
What's more...
It's a good girl, what did she do to hurt her?
Qing Shibo smiled and said, "Do you like it?" β
"No, no, no."
The golden purple kite jumped up instantly, and said loudly: "Don't say this, if you don't say this, if you go against the grain, this girl has already been decided, it's the cold autumn cold, I don't dare to rob the person he likes, just his temperament, he looks so curious, if you want to turn your face like this, anyone will kill, I can't hold it!" β
Well?
Wait a minute?
These girls who don't hurt should be afraid of the cold autumn cold.
After all, he turned his face and killed thousands of demons, for no reason, I just knew that I was not happy in my heart for a while, and even said that he just relied on his happiness for a while to send those monsters to a dead end.
He was happy in his own heart, and he didn't care about anything else.
If someone else kills, at least he has to make a reason, only if he wants to kill, he can do it if he wants, there is no reason at all, no one can figure out what it means.
It's a catastrophe for the monster, and for no reason you can't even say, he just started it out of happiness.
But there are no monsters in this world that can really overwhelm him.
Even if the golden cite made some fame at the beginning, he really didn't dare to talk to such a madman, and now he looks at it with an indifferent and frosty face, who knows what kind of fear is contained under the mask of the iceberg.
Speaking of which, I feel stupid, but I can be regarded as a low head, and it stands to reason that I should be afraid of this guy.
After all, it's the woman Leng Qiuhan falls in love with, even if she endures it, so what?
Why didn't he think of this, he thought lightly about his anger, pondering the girl's kindness to himself, and that, although he didn't understand in his words, it was indeed for his own fundamental reason.
It's weird.
Why has my own thoughts begun to go astray, and I don't follow the right path at all?
He should be afraid of the moody cold autumn cold, not wondering if this is for his own good.
The golden vine kite narrowed her eyes tightly, and subconsciously leaned back, falling into deep contemplation.
Qing Shibo didn't bother with words, just waited quietly and gently sipped the juice.
His eyes scanned his surroundings, stopping in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and his gaze turned to the other side.
The glass of the shadow was projected, revealing his appearance.
Qing Shibo stretched out his finger and clicked on the glass on the coffee table.
The reflection in it was a little surprised, his eyes widened tightly, and how could he reflect his appearance, that shadow scurried back and forth, but he couldn't escape his own figure in that glass, and the monster who reflected the shadow of others in the void couldn't help but panic.
Qing Shibo shook his head a little dotingly, and crossed the edge of the glass again.
The onion white fingertips left a little trace, and the shadow that could quickly bump into each other instantly broke away and disappeared.