"Master, are you back?" The shopkeeper was awakened by a series of messy knocks on the door, and when he moved the door panel, he found that he was in the young master, but what happened to the young master today? He also came back from the main entrance! Looking at this melancholy atmosphere, it is estimated that he was hurt by a girl! Witty as he is, how can he say it directly. Looking at the people who didn't pay attention to themselves and walked inside, the shopkeeper shook his head, and then went back to the counter to sleep.

The walking dead returned to the room, took off his mask, sat down at the table, took out the crystal that he had been cherishing closely, and the colorful light was refracted in the darkness, and it was reflected on Yuehua's face that the tears had not dried. Carefully put the crystal on his face, feeling the cold temperature like his heart at this time, falling into the abyss. Forget! How could it be so easy! Close your eyes, the fire in the sky, the ferocity of the silver-faced demon, the father, the Tang Gate, and the tears broke the embankment again. By the light of the seven colors, he got up and took out a wooden box from the dark compartment at the head of the bed, opened it, and there was a bottle of poison lying quietly inside, took another look at the crystal, stuffed it into the box, took out the porcelain bottle, and closed the lid. The hand holding the porcelain vase trembled more and more, and when she opened her eyes again, there was no nostalgia in her eyes, and she didn't want to drag her into endless hatred, she should be happy all her life, worry-free all her life, and she would only become a burden to her, so forget all this, just remember that hatred is enough! Uncorked the bottle, as soon as he leaned up, he felt the cold liquid flowing through his throat into the five organs, mixed with the blood, and bloomed with a bright smile, and then he was unconscious, his head was planted heavily on the table, the porcelain bottle slipped from his hand, and it was smashed with a snap, and the bottle was vigorously written with Acacia knot, and the end of Acacia!

"Master!" The shopkeeper who heard the sound ran in with the lamp and saw such a picture, suppressed the figure that was about to fall, stretched out his old hand to probe the snort of the person on the table, fortunately! When he was ten years old, he was about to freeze to death on the street, a boot stopped in front of him, and the immature voice was imprinted in his head. Since then, he has a stable job, working for the shopkeeper of the antique shop, a guard is decades, from a small worker to the shopkeeper, the young boy has also become mature from immaturity, he watched him climb forward step by step for the status of the family, no regrets, dedicated to him, but he died, died inexplicably! Fortunately, he still has a little young master by his side, they are all the same blood, just as he is still there! If the little young master is also gone, who else can he be for? Who can he be busy for all his life? After all, that feeling was buried in my heart, but I couldn't tell it, and the people on the bed seemed to have some memory of him overlapping.

"Don't~" Qi Qing suddenly opened his eyes, remembered the picture before he passed out, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hiss~" The wound on his back was touched, it was very painful, and the Qingli whip was really poisonous.

"Doll, finally wake up, have nightmares! Give you this, I'll help you watch the wind at the door, and heal quickly." She is an immortal, although half of the doll is an immortal, but what she cultivates is a demon law, and forcibly infusing her with immortal power will only harm her.

"Thank you. Took the cause and effect in the hands of the ancestor, looked at his caring eyes, and wanted to respond to him with a big hug, but unfortunately the wound on the back did not allow her to do so much, looking at the doll grinning, the ancestor smiled and went out with the door. The moment the door closed, the ancestor was full of guilt, doll, I'm sorry, if you knew that Tang Yuehua forgot about you, would you blame me.

The purple light appeared in the room, getting stronger and stronger, the burned face was covered with sweat, there was a faint white smoke rising on the head, the black whip marks on the back were flying, and the poisonous gas continued to leak out, a red light flashed, smoothing the scars, and the skin was as smooth as ever, silky like a baby. With both hands pinching, the breath on his body rose again, but if he wanted to take the opportunity to break through the bottleneck, he was still a little worse, forget it, the twisted melon was not sweet, and he still had time. Branded Qing opened his eyes, the willow-like beauty into the painting, the phoenix eyes hooked the soul, the purple eyes were shining, the nose was light, and the carved face was extremely cute, and the pink lips made people want to possess it.

"Ancestor, come in. Branding Qing stood up, moved a few times, felt the same as before, smiled happily, the ancestor came in and saw Branding Qing's smile, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, no wonder that kid would fall in love with a girl, who would forget such a beautiful look. "Ancestor, Yuehua is fine!" Qi Qing couldn't help but be a little worried about the stupid goose. It was also when he was just branded that his identity was confirmed, and he always felt that he was like a person, and it was only when he was settled that he remembered that he was very similar to Tang Mo, hey, it seems that he is going to be on par with the master!

"It's okay, he's already back in the dumb pavilion!" A trace of panic flashed in Old Ancestor's eyes, and he didn't know if he should tell her the truth.

"Ancestor~Ancestor~" Branding Qing couldn't help but push Ancestor, "What's wrong with you? Isn't I okay now?" As soon as he turned his head, Zhu Qing saw his own appearance from the ancestor's somewhat deep eyes, "Hey, my face! The childish words of the young man soothed the struggle in the ancestor's heart, as long as she was good, he would rather bear all her blame in the end.

ps: Don't blame me!