Looking at her figure from afar, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, a green silk is raised back, like the most colorful stroke in the ink painting, pure and full of poetry.

Although he could not see her expression, he could guess that the yearning eyes of the heart were full of tenacity, belligerence, heroism, and joy.

In his absence, it was Hua Qianye who accompanied her.

In his absence, she had a lot of fun with Hua Qianye......

Probably nothing is more desperate than the fact that the woman you love doesn't need to be yourself.

Not only did she not need him, she didn't even think about him.

For eleven months, she hadn't even sent him a crane talisman.

He thought she hated.

Now he suspects that she doesn't even hate.

She used him as a handkerchief to wipe her hands on, and threw him away when she was done.

His eyes stinged deeply.

He was filled with grief in his heart.

He was jealous.

He hates.

Zi Yunchen covered his chest, but he still couldn't suppress the pain in his heart.

However, he did not lose his mind as before, but looked at the fiery sword light, the wonderful figure, the woman who appeared in his dream every night in a gesture of almost despair......

Because it was the last time to practice, Luo Qingyin and Hua Qianye fought heartily.

After that, Luo Qingyin exhaled lightly, held the sword in both hands and leaned over slightly and saluted Hua Qianye: "Thank you, mentor." ”

The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected in her sparkling eyes, and the eye waves merge with the mountain light and water color, revealing a gorgeous and pure look, which makes people can't open their eyes.

"I am your mentor." Hua Qianye didn't deliberately restrain his posture, there were a little ripples in his chic eyes, and his voice was unconsciously softer, he hesitated, raised his hand and gently put it on her head, "So, you're welcome." ”

Luo Qingyin's body lowered slightly, and he didn't see his eyes, and when he heard his answer, he straightened up with a light smile: "I understand." I packed dinner and ate hot pot. ”

Pulling Jimo unintentionally and happily eating a hot pot, Luo Qingyin walked back to Agarwood House in the nightfall.

There was a big battle, and I sweated.

Eating hot pot on a hot day and sweating again, Luo Qingyin said hello to the kite, and walked towards the bathroom.

She hated Zi Yunchen for imprisoning her in Yunxiaju, but she had to praise Yunxiaju's bath for being very good, especially when she was tired, taking a dip in the bath, all the tiredness would disappear.

Therefore, she built two baths in Yunxia Juli, one for the snow ginseng doll to soak in the ice spring, and the other for her own use.

Raising her hand, she splashed the water from the bath into the garden, and with a movement of her senses, a column of water spilled from her fingertips and poured into the empty bath.

This is the water of the root of the Heavenly Water Spirit Essence buried in the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods, which is milder than the Water of Pure Spirit, but it is suitable for cultivation.

Then, she took out the cultivation liquid from the small blessing bag and poured it into the water, and then she took off her clothes and jumped into the bath.

A few wisps of cool breeze blew the curtain by the window, up and down, Luo Qingyin soaked in the water, feeling light and comfortable.

With a slight sigh of relief, she sat cross-legged and let the cultivation liquid energy rise with the water, along the slightly open pores of her body, and penetrate deep into her body.

Then, it started to hurt!

Having experienced all kinds of pain, she no longer paid attention to the small pain and pain of the cultivation liquid, and calmly concentrated and calmed down, adjusting her breathing.

The clear water surface rippled slightly, and countless dots of brilliance submerged into her body, and her tired face gradually returned to ruddy, exuding a pearl-like luster.

Feeling the more and more abundant Xuan Qi in his body, Luo Qingyin opened his eyes slightly.

Looking at the water that had returned to its original state, she hooked the corners of her lips and stood up from the bath, brushing her body completely fresh and dry from her head to the soles of her feet.

She has a cold face, a pair of sparkling eyes, rose-colored lips, a convex where her figure should be convex, a warped place, a flat lower abdomen and even two enviable vest lines, long hips and legs, and a stunning figure......

Just as she turned to dress, a bathrobe fell over her shoulders from behind.

Luo Qingyin was startled, and with a backhand wave of his hand faster than his consciousness, the fire of Nirvana turned into countless small fire cranes and attacked him.

In the next moment, her wrist was clasped.

A low, almost hoarse voice rang in her ears: "Kitten." ”

It's Zi Yunchen.

Even though she hadn't seen him for eleven months, she could still recognize his voice and breath at the first time.

Luo Qingyin's long eyelashes were trembling.

She was even trembling slightly.

He imprisoned her for a month, and then went to the empty building without saying a word.

Now, when she thought she didn't care about him, he barged in without saying a word.

What the hell does he want?

Luo Qingyin wanted to roar angrily: "Get out!" ”

However, when she opened her mouth, she could not say a word.

She wanted to turn away, but she didn't know what expression to put on him.

In this moment, she deeply understood what it was like to love someone.

…… That is, no matter how many reasons there are for not managing intelligence, they will collapse in the face of emotion.

She closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened them again, all the emotions in her eyes were gone.

Reaching out and squeezing the bathrobe he put on, Luo Qingyin turned around, the corners of his lips raised a clear arc like snow, his slender fingers picked up his chin, and he seemed to smile and said: "Little goblin, did you come back to me for a one-night stand and then say goodbye?" ”

Zi Yunchen: "......"

After eleven months of not seeing him, he was still the same as in his memory, his phoenix eyes and eyebrows, his posture was as long and handsome as flowing clouds, his pure purple eyes were deep and charming, and every time he met his eyes, she had a sense of danger that she couldn't extricate herself from.

If you have to say that he is different from the past, it is probably that he has not only grown a little taller, but the compelling momentum revealed in his eyebrows and eyes has become a little more awe-inspiring, like the most noble emperor.

She's watching him, he's watching her,

After a long time, he muttered, "Do you hate me? ”

Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows, his long eyelashes picked up a little light and shadow, and pretended to be careless: "Guess? ”

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips melted like the beginning of spring snow, melting into a sexy arc, raising her hand to pick up the tips of her hair, and her voice was warm and restrained: "Little kitten, I miss you." ”

Luo Qingyin's body suddenly stiffened.

"It doesn't matter if you hate me or not, as long as you haven't forgotten me, it doesn't matter." Zi Yunchen hugged her waist through the bathrobe.

Luo Qingyin used seventy-two hands to clasp his wrist, and said in an almost indifferent voice: "And then? ”

Then, there is no then.

Her lips were gagged.

Zi Yunchen contaminated her breath to her heart's content, as if she wanted to melt her.

When he saw her and Hua Qianye sparring, he was in pain, he was uncomfortable, he was jealous, and he was sad.

Quietly breaking into her room, he covered her bed with her brocade quilt, greedily smelling her breath that belonged to her, he just wanted to be quiet.

But he saw it.

I saw that she hung all the crane talismans he had drawn in the room.

Kittens, hedgehogs, turtles......

He sat up from the bed, took apart the crane talisman one by one, and recalled the mood he felt when he drew those patterns, whether relaxed or sweet, sad or depressed, and he told her all his emotions in the way of the crane talisman.

And she, did not throw.

Although some of them had been burned by fire, and some of them had been cut by the sword qi, there were quite a few of them.

She loved him.

These crane talismans are the best gifts he has received this year.

Qing Yin gasped slightly, pushed his face away with his hand, and forced the red glow on his face down, pretending to be casual, "Say, what is the purpose of your coming back to me?" ”

knew that she would deliberately change the topic when she couldn't bear it, but he didn't want to cooperate, chuckled, and spit out six words: "Fall in love with you." ”

"Not necessarily." Luo Qingyin stared at him, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, three points of laughter and seven points of mockery, "I have nothing to talk about with you." ”

Zi Yunchen's eyes locked on her: "Then don't talk about it, just do it." ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

Zi Yunchen laughed happily: "Are you afraid? ”

"Didn't you just say you came to me to talk to me?" Luo Qingyin's sparkling eyes rolled, and he continued to look left and right about him, "The relationship between us is really worth talking about, put down the gun, let's go to the flower hall to talk, okay?" ”

"Little turtle." Zi Yunchen scratched the tip of her nose dotingly, suddenly picked up her face, looked directly into her eyes, and said word by word in a sexy and charming voice: "I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you......"

Luo Qingyin's heart was beating wildly, and the blood around her body was surging onto her face.

He said he loved her.

His tone was serious.

This is also the first time she has heard him confess in such simple and straightforward words.

Even though she knew that the love he meant was made, her heart trembled.

Immediately afterward, he spat out another sentence: "So, if I love you, leave it to me, little darling." ”

With that, he picked her up and walked towards her bedroom.

For convenience, the bathroom has only one door, which is right next to her bedroom.

Luo Qingyin struggled hard: "Don't!" Let me go! ”

At that moment, Zi Yunchen suddenly realized that although she was emotional, the rejection in her eyes was real.

She really didn't want to be in love with him.

Zi Yunchen leaned over and stared at her, his burning eyes suddenly met with cold water: "Why?" ”

Luo Qingyin raised his hand, and there was a short sword in his palm.

She held the sword in her hand, and the tip of the sword was aimed at his chest, piercing through his clothes, just touching the skin: "Don't want it, don't want it, where is there so much?" ”

Mao Dun Literature