Chapter Ninety-Three: The Smell of Rust

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Xia He no longer looked at the master of the Hua family, but turned back to look at Fang Ding, and tapped his fingers lightly on it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Dang, and then said, "What a heavy smell of rust." ”

This is the third time he has said this today.

Naturally, it is a very heavy rust smell, and the thin layer of green rust formed on the square ding will naturally have a very heavy rust smell, and then there may be more rust smell, because there will be fights and bleeding afterwards, and the blood will also smell of rust.

Yin Huai seemed to have smelled the hidden smell of rust under the fragrance of flowers in the air, and it was also the smell of blood. He is no stranger to the taste.

But Xiao Lian was a little unfamiliar with this smell, when her Abba died, she hid outside, and didn't smell the desperate smell of blood, outside of Xia City, her Grandma stayed behind to drag those pursuers in order to send her and Xia He away, and the smell of rust at that time was also very strong, and she didn't smell it either.

When she came to the border between the Great Wilderness and the Great Yin, the forest was also filled with such a smell of blood, the smell of rust from the wound of one of her acquaintances at that time, but at that time she had already ridden the old horse in front, and once again missed the smell of rust.

The last time she was away from the smell of rust was in that small courtyard in Giethoorn Town, that night, Xia He died, shed a lot of blood, the mountain man was seriously injured, fled to the river and died as well, and all that remained in that small courtyard was the strong smell of rust. It's just that the evening breeze of that day was really a little urgent, and the fragrance of locust flowers falling from the locust tree that day was really strong, the wind blew away the blood, and the fragrance of the flowers diluted the rust, leaving only the dilapidated courtyard but not the smell of rust.

Now she was very close to the smell of rust, she didn't smell the smell of rust that Fang Ding dispersed, maybe it was because the smell of rust was too light, maybe it was because the fragrance of flowers on the young master of the Hua family beside him was very strong, but she heard the flowers of the young master of the flower family.

So the floral fragrance faded, and the smell of rust seemed to grow faintly.

"What are you talking about, what are you handing over?" was different from her mood, this was an inquiry, she looked at the young master of the Hua family seriously, wanting to see the unserious look on his face.

It's a pity that the face of the young master of the Hua family is also serious, and there is a faint fanaticism, that is the fanaticism of the flowers, not for her, and the words of the same young master of the Hua family are also serious, with a touch of fanaticism.

"Seize you, and your brother, and give them to the court. The voice is very serious, the expression is also very serious, and the attitude of the young master of the Hua family is also very serious.

It's just that the kind of serious Xiao Ren has never seen from the young master of the Hua family, he is also very serious about flowers and her on weekdays, but there are two different kinds of seriousness at that time, the young master of the Hua family is already a little cold in Xiao Lian's eyes at the moment, and the seriousness is also cold serious, and even her heart is a little cold.

But she didn't like this kind of coldness, she was a naughty and cute little girl, so she endured some cold emotions, squeezed out a warm smile, tried to pretend to be cute, and said something cute.

"You're joking, aren't you? You're just acting, aren't you?" Xiao Lian stretched out her hand and wanted to grab the hem of the young master of the Hua family's clothes again, or the belt around his waist, or the jade heng on his waist, or whatever he had, as long as it was something that could make her feel at ease, it was something with a unique floral fragrance on his body.

She worked very hard to catch it, I don't know if it was because she worked hard, it was also cute, and it was pitiful, Xiao Pian's hand grabbed the jade heng on the waist of the young master of the Hua family.

Xiao Lian was overjoyed, looked up at the young master of the Hua family, thinking that he was really just joking, thinking that he was really willing to let her mess around like before, thinking that he still liked her.

It's just that she raised her head, but she didn't see the gentle smile of the young master of the Hua family with banter and apology, only his back, it turned out that he didn't look at her.

It turned out that he hadn't looked at her all this time.

didn't look at her, that is, he didn't care about her anymore, and naturally he didn't care if she tried to keep him, and he didn't care if she still wanted to make some intimate movements like in the past.

Yu Heng was slightly cool after his hand, maybe because Yu Heng itself was cold, or maybe because Xiao Lian's hand was also slightly cold when he grabbed Yu Heng's hand.

The young master of the Hua family still turned his head and looked at the little girl behind him, there was no emotion in his eyes, no expression on his face, and he didn't say a word, he just stretched out a hand to take the jade heng away.

Xiao Lian thought that he would rub her little head like before, and she let go of Yuheng.

Some expectations.

What I was expecting was a gust of wind, a gust of breeze.

Floating out from behind Xia He, a gray breeze.

Then the red rope tied by Yu Heng broke, and the hem of the young master of the Hua family was also blown up.

The string tied to the young master of the Hua family in Xiao Lian's heart also seemed to have been broken by that strange wind.

Yu Heng couldn't fly, so she fell on the high platform and landed between Xiao Lian and the young master of the Hua family.

It looks like there's something in between.

The high platform is lacquer red, and the jade heng is white.

The high platform was very hard, and Yu Heng fell hard, and then shattered.

After the break, the jade heng gave birth to a flower, and a small jade-white flower grew from the cracks of the jade heng and gave birth to petals.

It's a little cute, but it's a little pitiful because of its withered appearance.

It was a flower, and it happened that my mother told her that it was a love flower.

The love flowers fall, the tenderness is exhausted, the beauty is no longer cracked, and this dream has woken up.

The love flowers have fallen, Xiao Pian's dream has also woken up, the previous shyness of the sea vows, the secret promise by the river for the rest of his life, the only love between the flower beds turned out to be just a dream, she was the only person in the dream, and now she also woke up from the dream.

The young master of the Hua family looked at the rapidly withering flower on the ground, and felt a little regretful, what he regretted was not the shattering of the dream brought by the love flower, nor the real departure of a certain little girl, but just the pity for the flower, purely for the treasure-like love flower.

Xiao Lian was also looking at the flower, she seemed to understand some things, she was only born in a dream woven in the jade, it turned out that her liking for him was not pure liking, but it was brought by a flower.

She didn't say anything, didn't make a fuss about finding compensation like the other little girls who had been deceived, she just watched, and then crouched down and began to clean up the broken jade heng, and the flower that had completely withered.

The young master of the Hua family looked at her, and also did not speak, but some gentleness still flashed in his eyes.

Then he looked back at Xia He, Xia He didn't look at the jade heng after releasing the gray breeze from behind him, he knew the existence of the love flower early on, so naturally he wouldn't have any surprised looks.

The fragrance of flowers suddenly became more intense, but Xia He said a word, covering the fragrance of flowers again, and replacing it with a strong smell of rust.

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Little pity, little pity, some pity.

Good luck to you!