Chapter 145: Making Cannon Fodder for the Heroine (4) [Add more to the goddess's ninth birthday ~ Happy Birthday]

"Huh." Qin Wei finally raised her eyes.

The woman's calm and mocking eyes slammed straight into Yun Yiqing's cold and indifferent eyes.

"If you don't give it, just dissolve your bones."

"Weiwei, I am like a cloud, I only have the love of master and apprentice." Yun Yi frowned, looking at Qin Wei a little tired, "Why do you keep pestering Yun Wei?" She is under the fence of Luoyue Mountain, there is only one master, I am the master, you are my Taoist companion, can't you be more kind to her? ”

"What does it mean to send people under the fence, the master is the Dao Venerable of the Falling Moon Sect, as soon as she came to the Falling Moon Sect, she lived in the cave mansion of Yunfeng, and among the female cultivators of the entire Falling Moon Sect, she has the lowest cultivation and the best resources, what is not satisfied?"

Yun Yi was silent for a long time, and then said, "The cultivation is low, because she started too late and her qualifications are too poor." Weiwei, in the Falling Moon Sect, you all say that about her, let alone other monks? The clouds seem to be different from you, you have never been the stars and the moon, how do you understand the suffering of being criticized and lonely? ”

Qin Wei stopped talking.

Anyway, no matter how you say it, it's all like a pitiful cloud, and it seems reasonable, and there's nothing to say.

"Break the bones." Qin Wei walked up to Yun Yi, pulled up her sleeves, and showed her wrists.

Hao's wrist seemed to be a little pale, and the alchemist who had been practicing in retreat all year round always had less blood than ordinary monks in terms of complexion.

"I'm not going to break up with you." Yun Yi held her hand, and her slender hand covered Qin Wei's hand.

There was a flash of emotion in the man's cold eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and the white-robed Dao Zun's expression returned to coldness, "Even if you made up the marriage between you and me at the beginning, there is no way to repay the grace of saving your life, only to give you the identity of this Taoist couple and give back one or two." ”

"Oh, life-saving grace." There's nothing more chilling than this.

Mingwei saved Yunyi, again and again, but Yunyi, wasn't it for Yun to kill Mingwei under the sword?

Qin Wei withdrew her hand, lowered her eyes, and said.

"You just let me save a dog, this Falling Moon Sect is now your world, even if you break the bones with me, the identity of Daozun will not change, you can't give me what I want, you give me what you want, you and I have reached the point where I am tired of seeing each other, it is better to let each other go, and we will see each other in the future."

"What do you want, why can't I give it?"

"What do you want from your heart, will you give it?" Qin Wei curled her lips.

When she lowered her eyes, the thick and slender eyelashes covered her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, she stared at Yunyi, and her eyelashes were bent like butterflies, sprinkling a shadow on her bright and pale face.

She has lost a lot of weight, and the proud eyes that were prideful before have lost their luster at some point, and they have become always mocking.

Yun Yi suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Mingwei is very beautiful, Yunyi was rescued by her, and when she opened her eyes, her mind was blank, and there was only her bright and bright smile in front of her, which was amazing.

At that time, she was still a little girl, delicate and intelligent, always liking him, always sticking to him, and if she couldn't see him for a day, she would throw herself into his arms and tell her that she missed him.

When did they become so estranged, when he saw Mingwei, he only felt that she gave him a headache, the warmth they used to have was gone, and there was only-for-tat when they were alone.

But in two hundred years, how did Mingwei become like this? Bitter, sensitive and suspicious, even Yun is like an orphan girl who can't tolerate it.

Yun Yi looked at Qin Wei, there was a trace of fluctuation in his cold eyes, and his slender knuckles rested on Qin Wei's wrist.