Jun Qing wore a red dress and dragged it behind him, standing gracefully, with a slender figure, long sleeves hanging down gently, black hair as dense as a cloud, and even more like ink pouring down, soft and spread on the shoulders.

The young man's gaze fell on the other party's face as if bewitched.

The eyebrows are like elegant ink paintings, the eyes are like autumn water, the nose is like a jade carving, the lips are more than the flowers on the other side, the skin is fairer than the snow, and then down, the neck is slender, and the collarbone is looming.

Su Jun hooked his lips and smiled, just like the charm of the mountains and forests, and even more like a weak water goddess, which attracted people's hearts in an instant, and they sank.

Rong Li woke up suddenly, his sleeves couldn't help but clench, he actually looked at a man stupidly, thinking of this, his heart was mixed, and his crow-colored eyelashes fell lightly, trying to cover the ripples of Fang Cai.

Turn your back, without waiting for the other party to speak, slowly remove your clothes, lie quietly on the side of the bed, and wait for the needle to be administered.

Jun walked to the side of the bed lightly, and his wide sleeves were slightly raised, revealing slender jade fingers, with white roots and delicate bones.

"Tomorrow we will leave for the Far North." As he spoke, he took out the Ice Spirit Silver Needle.

Rong Li was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

He, is this to lead him to the fountain of innocence? Why?

The boy fell into an incomprehensible thought again, until a chill came from his body, and he could come back to his senses.

A needle was screwed in, Jun Qing took another needle, injected spiritual power, and twisted it into the opponent's spiritual acupoint together, and the whole process was focused and gentle.

Rong Li couldn't help but turn a thin red from the tips of his ears, and his breathing gradually became disordered. Turning his head slightly, he doubted his life a little, and he actually reacted to him again.

He is still a man who loves his father so much that he destroys his family.

It stands to reason that he should hate him to the core, and he usually tried to put him to death in every possible way, why is this thought faded now?

Today, when the factions attacked, he was strangely worried in his heart, and this uncontrollable feeling was very bad.

Qingyang was destroyed at the beginning, but the other party left himself, no matter what kind of thoughts, how much should be related to that person, how can it be easy to let go of it?

Rong Li touched his face quietly, I don't know if he looks like that person?

Jun lightly screwed into the last spiritual acupoint, sat on the bed, folded his legs, half chaired at the head of the bed, and lazily and leisurely: "Qingyang was destroyed, have you ever complained?" Hate me to the bone? ”

The young man's thoughts were cut off, and he heard the content clearly, his thin lips pursed tightly, and he was silent.

Jun lightly lifted a strand of long hair, played with it casually, and spoke again after a while: "If you say that the person who destroyed Qingyang at the beginning was not me, can you believe it?" ”

Rong Li's eyelashes trembled slightly, he turned his head to look at the other party, his expression was complicated, he wanted to speak and stopped, he was momentary, he turned his head again, and he didn't say anything after all.

Do you believe it? Qingyang was destroyed, and everyone in the world knew that Mei Jun was light, but he didn't know what he was trying to do? It was a secret that only people in the Xuanming Sect knew, and because the previous sect master ordered him to seal his mouth, he inquired many times before he knew the reason, and he was shocked for a while.

Now that the other party asks this question, should he believe it? That's the person who has tormented himself for more than ten years, the hatred of his parents, the hatred of his clan, the sea of blood, how can he believe it?

But why is the inexplicable strangeness in my heart clamoring to believe, to believe desperately, to believe in my soul.

Unable to figure it out, he chose to close his eyes, and the room fell silent.

Jun Qing was not annoyed, and still wrapped his hair unhurriedly.

Let him overthrow the old feud in a moment, resolve the hatred and release the suspicion, that is obviously impossible, she just wants to plant a seed of doubt in the young man's heart, and wait for it to take root and sprout, flourish into yin, and naturally come naturally.