Chapter 171: Planning (Part II)

"Cher."

With an exclamation, a red-colored shadow flew quickly from under the eaves, as fast as lightning.

It was the 'flower' who stepped on the eaves to practice swords ruthlessly, he was dressed in red, like a fiery red lotus in hell, holding Xue'er steadily. The soup bowl that Xue'er was holding was spilled on his 'chest' because of this big shock.

The "flower" is ruthless, as if the "mix" does not care about the wetness in front of the "chest". Just asked anxiously, "How are you, Xue'er, are you hurt?" "'Flower' ruthlessly looked Xue'er up and down, talking worried.

Xue'er shook her head and said that it was just a strange 'leg' that went soft, and then she fell

'Hua' ruthlessly hugged her and walked into the house: "I'll go and ask them to call you a military doctor." ”

Don't use this. Xue'er had a bitter face, it may be the reason why she is too tired to study and boil soup in the past few days, why do you need any military doctor. If there is that long-winded and amazing Dr. Luo again, she will be sure that she will be sick even if she is not sick.

I don't know why, this month, as long as there is a little condition in my body, the 'flower' is ruthless and nervous. Last week, for example, she just went out into the yard from the verandah, played with a handful of snow, and then sneezed a little.

was ruthlessly pulled by the 'flower' and took the 'medicine' for a long time.

Thinking of Dr. Luo, thinking of the bitter soup 'medicine' comparable to Coptis chinensis, Xue'er shook her head again and again.

"No need, no need, no matter how I say it, it is also an immortal body, how can I be sick, don't shout." Cher refuses, jumping off the 'flower' ruthlessly.

Looking at the 'flower' ruthless 'chest' with red 'colored' wolfberries on the mouth, the 'chicken' soup seeped into the red clothes, forming pieces of crimson. It's a pity that she spent a long time, if she kills the 'chicken', she will find a military doctor to ask for wolfberries and mountain 'medicine'.

also said a lot of good things, so I didn't say it in my hand. I stayed up for three hours, and even lunch was eaten in the kitchenette. I originally wanted to make up for the 'flower' ruthlessly, but the result was ......

She simply cried without tears, and secretly sighed that she was too unlucky. However, fortunately, I served it steadily, and there was still half a bowl left, so I could taste it.

I couldn't help but say, and pulled the 'flower' ruthlessly to the stone table in the middle of the courtyard and sat down.

Put the remaining half bowl of wolfberry mountain 'medicine' black 'chicken' health soup in front of him, and said expectantly: "Quick, come and taste, how about this soup?" I saw it in an old book the day before yesterday. ”

'Flower''s ruthless brows immediately tied a few knots, and the health soup made by Xue'er was really ...... It's really ...... He looked at the expectant eyes in front of him speechlessly, and he couldn't bear to brush off her kindness.

Picked up the bowl and took a sip, huh? The strong aroma of "chicken" and "meat" has the sweetness of wolfberry, and it is moderately salty and sweet, which is actually a rare and good product. After taking a few sips, I felt a slight sweat on my body, driving away the cold.

"How?" Xue'er watched the 'flower' with anticipation and drank it mercilessly.

'Hua' ruthlessly drank all the half bowl of soup in one go, then wiped his mouth, sighed and said, "It's a pity." ”

Xue'er's heart sank, could it be unpleasant. She said in frustration, "It's hard to drink, right?" "Thinking that I 'spent' so much effort and worshiped a master, the soup I made was so unpalatable, which made the 'flower' who was never picky ruthless and picky.

Hey, I really can't make delicious dishes.

'Flower' looked at Xue'er ruthlessly from expectant eyes, suddenly became depressed, her head was lowered, and she played with her own fingers, which were originally as white as green onions, and actually made a cut.

He was distressed and happy, and gently held Xue'er's hand in his palm.

Xue'er's hands were as soft and boneless as cotton 'flowers', and her eyes glowed faintly purple in front of his gaze, which was a memory that belonged to the Heavenly Palace.

"Ruthless brother." Cher called softly, just like when she was a child in this life. In the purple light, there is shyness and happiness, and there is a wisp of emotion that even the "flower" is ruthless.

It's like a memory from a long time ago, slanting like a 'tide'.

She is still his purest sister, and he is also her ruthless brother.

They are childhood sweethearts, lovers who swear to stay together for the rest of their lives.

He held her hand, looked at the three or four scarred wounds with pity, and said gently, "This soup is very delicious, very good." There was pity in his voice.

Xue'er listened and jumped up excitedly: "Great, what do you want to drink tomorrow?" ”

What do you want to drink? If, he said that he wanted to hold her all the time, watch the idle pavilion fall 'flowers', and watch the flowing water, would she agree?

No, he can't be so selfish. 'Flower' looked at her excited little face mercilessly, red and fluttering, like a ripe apple, and looked at herself with big eyes, as if she was holding a bag of clear spring water.

The lock of reincarnation has not been lifted, although Cher was sent here from the future by the dark god with great mana, so as to get the opportunity to change her fate.

Five years later, but in the middle, there will definitely be layers of obstruction from someone in Heavenly Court. Now, it seems that Heavenly Court has not noticed the changes in the human realm, or the dark god has used some magic power to cover it, or something else has happened in Heavenly Court, and those few people have not had time to take care of Xue'er.

Either way, Heavenly Court will still find out in the end.

They have to be fast, and in a few days, news will come from the dark gods, and see that the matter is true from time to time, and if it is really verified, it is indeed true, then ......

He looked at Xue'er distressedly, looking at the anticipation in her eyes. 'Flower' couldn't help but gently brush the top of Xue'er's head, and said, "As long as you make it, I like to drink it." ”

When Xue'er heard this, a smile went straight to the bottom of her eyes: "Ruthless brother, I just want to call people one day." She pouted deliberately.

'Flower' pointed at her forehead mercilessly: "You" smiled even more with beautiful eyebrows.

These two people are happy to say one sentence to me. Seeing that the 'attendants' in the courtyard were nothing, those 'attendants' also secretly lowered their eyebrows, not daring to report to the sect leader without authorization, nor daring to 'show' a little abnormality.

After all, people like Lian Xiao were punished by the sect leader to go to Hell Valley to pass ten levels, not to mention their little shrimps, offending the sect leader can only be a dead word.

No one noticed that outside the arched 'door' of the courtyard, a black 'colored' figure flickered by, and the back of the departing was a little embarrassed, it should be said that it was not leaving, but fleeing, fleeing in a hurry.

Mo Zhanpeng smiled bitterly, he didn't expect that a big man would be so embarrassed.

Thinking of the investigation report on the Han family and the 'Hua' family many years ago, I can't help but sigh and sigh, why is the fate of this world always such a 'trick' person, he never saw her at the beginning, so he gave up on her.

But three years later, I met her again and fell in love unconsciously. And she has also forgotten the past, and forgot the ruthlessness of the 'flower' who was once a childhood sweetheart.

He still remembered the poem of Kong Minglan, and she would not belong to him. Seeing that they are so harmonious and affectionate, I think it was Cher who recovered her previous memories, but what about him?

……

Mo Zhanpeng felt irritable for a while, walked in the woods for a while, remembering that day when they met again, the helplessness and rejection in her eyes made her heart even more annoyed.

The body is vertical, and he exerts light skills and goes to the depths of the dense forest, the whistling cold wind blows through his ears, with a painful coldness, the birds and birds in the forest fly together, and the snow on the treetops falls one after another.

Pieces of pure white snow fell with the cold wind.

Fall on his shoulders, fall on his heart.

It's cool, it's cold.

Just as many years ago, he was in endless darkness, lonely and desolate, with no one around, no one to talk to, only himself, only him.

This is true both in the past and in the future.

Sitting high in the treetops, he looked down at the little mouse in the thorny grass, and his body was covered with wounds, just for a bright red fruit not far away.

Time passes minute by minute.

He watched as the little mouse lost its 'life' in the struggle, became a blur of flesh and blood, and became unrecognizable.

"Is it really worth it?" He muttered to himself, and his slender figure had already fallen downward.

The yellow, rotting leaves are buried under the thick snow. Stepping on it made a "crunch, crunch" sound, and gradually it became farther and farther away, and it was no longer heard.

On the branch of the tree where Mo Zhanpeng was sitting, a big bird with a pitch-black body stopped on it, and its eyes the size of a grain of jade 'shot' shot a sharp light, looking at Mo Zhanpeng in the distance without feeling anything.

100 miles away.

In the 'jade' pavilion, a man in a blue 'color' robe is drinking with a jade cup, his face is like a full moon, and his eyebrows are like willow branches.

His eyes were full of smiles, and his gaze pierced through the vast white snow in front of him and landed on the Wuli slope.

There is a small mirror in his hand, the mirror is very peculiar, only the size of the palm, with the gossip 'yin' yang pattern on the front, on the pattern of the yang side, it is showing the deep jungle, walking in black man Mo Zhanpeng.

On the 'yin' side, there was a remarkable 'girl' with a smile like a 'flower', her eyes flashing with a faint purple 'color', pulling the demon sect leader 'flower' to say something ruthlessly, laughing so unhappy.

This blue-robed man is none other than Jiang Yuwei, the cultivator who was expelled from the teacher's 'gate'.

Beside him, there stood a 'woman', with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and a faint rouge on her face, but she couldn't hide her paleness.

"Xiuya, don't you understand?" Jiang Yuwei turned around and looked at Xiuya, only to see her biting her 'lip', but she didn't say a word.

It's really stubborn. Jiang Yuwei scratched her head, it seems that if she doesn't stab and stab her, she will not cooperate.

He bit his index finger, and a blood stain wiped over the middle of the 'yin' and yang mirrors in his palm, and the pale 'colored' fish pattern was immediately like he was alive after receiving bright red blood. As the fish pattern rolls and swings, the pattern of the 'yin' and yang mirrors begins to change slowly.

After a stick of incense.

Xiuya's face 'color' changed, no longer like a stone, she threw herself in front of Jiang Yuwei, her hand gently touched the 'yin' yang mirror in his palm, and she saw a pale man lying in the mirror.

His eyes were closed, and his body was full of wounds of all sizes, wrapped in white bandages. His face was frighteningly pale, as if he had died. Only the blonde hair at that end still shines as brightly as the sun.

"Yuchen." Pearl-like tears fell out of Xiuya's eyes, and a drop fell on Jiang Yuwei's palm.

His look suddenly became a little unnatural.

"Tell me, what's wrong with Yuchen? Tell me, what the hell is going on? Xiuya clenched her fists fiercely, her eyes red like an angry lion.

Jiang Yuwei looked at the man in the gossip mirror, and a trace of 'color' flashed in his eyes. Xiuya didn't notice that all her attention was focused on Yu Chen's body, and the wounds of all sizes seemed to be hurting her body.

It hurts like that, it hurts like that. She was willing to hurt herself, who hurt him so viciously, why didn't the Demon Sect Master and Sister Xue'er protect him.

Su-ah cried and fell to the ground, and all the pain she had endured for many days was released.

Jiang Yuwei's lips were buzzing, and he reached out to pull her, but finally 'withdrew' his hand halfway. He turned his back to her, and said indifferently, "If you want this man to live well, you have to listen to me, understand?" ”

"You ......" Xiuya looked up and pointed at him, roaring angrily. After a moment, it still fell softly. His expression was stunned and pale: "I ...... Promise...... You. ”

"You know." Jiang Yuwei dropped this sentence and turned to leave.

Xiuya looked at it, knowing that Jiang Yu was a means of immortals, and he was not afraid of escaping by himself at all. For the sake of Yuchen and for her future, she could only stand up and put away crying.

I'm sorry Sister Cher this time. Xiuya bit her 'lip', Lang Lang staggered behind Jiang Yuwei, no matter what, she will live strongly, even if she is sorry for others, she can't take care of it.

A day has passed.

Jiang Yuwei walked in front of her and said indifferently: "It's time to go, she has already come with a letter." ”

Xiuya nodded dumbly.