Before the costumes could be put into the box, they were thrown into the street with the newly bought box.

I've never been so embarrassed.

Qiu Chen has not removed his makeup, so everyone who comes and goes can recognize him as the smash hit Xiaodan. dragged the newly purchased office all the way back to Drunken Flower Street, and it was inevitable to gossip.

Qiu Xiaotong fiercely looked at the third master of the Lu family who was following the embarrassment, gritted his teeth and asked, "Lu Fulin, are you satisfied?" ”

Lu Fulin was startled, opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say.

He was a little dazed, and he didn't even know where he was.

"You said you love him, and you're going to marry him?" He pointed to his brother.

"I'm going to marry him." He said.

"What do you love about him?"

"I love his demeanor and the country is captivating, and I want to ......" want to be him.

But Qiu Xiaotong didn't allow him to continue, he was extremely angry.

"You just love the way he looks?"

Ask, not ask.

Just mocking.

"All you love is the looks of him! He is a man, not a woman! ”

Hate, not hate.

The junior brother was born beautiful, and his father and mother gave it and God rewarded it.

Who is to blame?

Blame only these rich boys.

"Okay, I regret him now, I see if you can still say that you love him!"

Qiu Xiaotong picked up the sword on the ground, brand new, prepared for today's singing "Farewell My Concubine".

He held the sword in his hand and looked at Qiu Chengui's face.

"Senior brother!" Qiu Chengui looked at the sword facing him and took a step back.

Qiu Xiaotong didn't speak, forced over, and closed his eyes.

One, two, three......

He didn't stop until the air smelled of blood.

When he opened his eyes, he was frightened.

The younger brother covered his face, and blood flowed from his fingers.

Momoling was stunned, not even daring to breathe.

Qiu Xiaotong looked at Lu Fulin with red eyes: "Do you still love him?" ”

Lu Fulin's lips trembled, almost collapsing.

"You say! Do you still love him? Even without this face, will you still love him? ”

He was aggressive, he was silent for a long time.

Nodding.

"Good!" Qiu Xiaotong went crazy, "Okay! If you pester him again......"

The blade of the sword was aimed at Qiu Chengui's hands.

"I'm going to destroy him!"

"Don't!" Lu Fulin cried and shouted, "Don't! I leave him, I don't look for him anymore, I go, I go! He took one last look, and the autumn dust sitting by the wall returned.

He's not trying to destroy him, he's trying to save him.

A man, born as a daughter, in such a cannibalistic era, what good end can he have!

There were no candles in the room, and it was easy to be shrouded in darkness.

"Dusty, does it hurt?" Momoling helped him into the house, unable to bear to look at his face.

"Gold sore medicine, gold sore medicine......" she rummaged through the cabinet in a panic.

"Momoling......" he was weak, "Momoling, bring me the mirror." ”

Momobell bit her lip and ignored it.

"Momoling, mirror!" He called out as best he could.

"Dust to my brother, I'll clean your wounds first......"

He stood up and staggered, his vision blurred because his eyes were covered by blood.

He leaned against the wall with one hand and groped with his memory with the other.

Find a mirror.

Momoling went to grab it, but it didn't work.

He saw the person in the mirror, his face that had not been polished with oil paint, cracked one after another, like a silkworm waking up in spring, wrapped in wet mud and moving slowly.

I don't know what to do when the autumn dust returns.

It doesn't matter what the expression is, his face is obviously regretful.

The mirror fell to the ground, and with a "snap", it shattered.

"Senior brother, why are you doing this to me........."

He endured the pain and groped to Qiu Xiaotong's side.

He seemed to have drunk wine, and his body was filled with a strong smell of wine.

"Senior brother, if there is anything bad about the dust, you say, I'll change it! But without this face, what will you let me do in the future! ”

For a long time, no one answered him.

Qiu Xiaotong couldn't answer him.

He didn't know because his vision was blurry.

His brother, who was dependent on him, held the sword of the overlord and a pot of wine, and leaned back in his chair.

He's dead.