From the look on Wen Xien's face, he could already roughly guess who she saw.

Wen Xien didn't have this kind of expression when he saw Guo Zhenfei before, if you insist on describing Wen Xien's expression at this moment, it is a shameful answer.

As if she was embarrassed to see Guo Zhenfei, although she insisted that she was just a nasty person, her expression revealed two different things at all.

The ink thrush is affectionate, and the face is pink and red.

It makes people's hearts burn when they look at it.

But Wen Xien's current demeanor is for other men.

There was an incomparably irritable and thick depression in his heart that eroded his heart, but the more angry he was, the more indifferent the child became, and he didn't let the evil breath shine through.

He looked at Wen Xien, who was flipping through the poetry books, his eyes were soft as water, and the child's voice was not good, revealing a dullness and coldness.

"Since you don't want to see it, don't see it again."

The kid really thought that Wen Xien just didn't want to see that person.

Wen Xien casually flipped through the books in her hand, lowered her eyelashes slightly, covering the emotions in her eyes, but the pale lips seemed to be bent, as if she was laughing, as if she was sighing again.

Her voice was leisurely, as if helpless: "How can it be so simple." ”

Miao Hua didn't understand.

Does Wen Xien like the man, or not.

If you like it, but it's not to the level of intimacy of a lover, if you don't like it, she doesn't reject men's intimate behavior.

Miao Hua, who doesn't understand the red dust of the world, doesn't know that this is the beginning of liking someone, Wen Xien slowly gets used to that man, but he can't let go of the person in his heart.

Although he didn't understand it, Miao Hua looked at it very eye-catchingly, and the strong manic qi that had accumulated was burning in his internal organs like a raging fire.

The child stepped forward to hold Wen Xien's hand holding the book, his eyes were dull, he seemed to be puzzled, and asked directly: "Are you in love with someone else?" ”

I don't know why, just a conjecture made Miao Hua panic for no reason, as if he wanted to prove something, and without waiting for Wen Xien to speak, he hurriedly said again: "Don't you have someone you like?" ”

This made Miao Hua calm down a little, he knew that Wen Xien liked him so much, how could Wen Xien like him so easily, how could he change his mind so easily, and that country man was completely incomparable with him, there was no comparison at all.

He comforted himself like this, and the panic subsided a little.

But when he waited for a while, and didn't wait for an answer, his heart tightened, he unconsciously grabbed Wen Xien's cold hand, and saw Wen Xien's pursed lips, and the depression between his eyebrows deepened.

He doesn't understand, is this question difficult to answer?

Do you still need to choose this?

In fact, Wen Xien himself is also thinking about this problem, in fact, if he has always liked someone unilaterally, he is actually very tired, not to mention that this kind of thinking was unsightly before.

Falling in love with his master, if others know, I'm afraid the end will be even worse now, the most taboo thing in the cultivation world is the master-apprentice relationship.

Wen Xien's heart doesn't like the current life, she also misses the past, misses everything before, misses the high spirits of the past, but after all, it has become the past.

Regarding Miao Hua, Wen Xien's obsession is not as heavy as before, maybe he already knows that he has no hope, maybe he is really cold, maybe he knows that he is not worthy now, so he is not as thoughtful as before.

The long silence made Miao Hua's heart, which had been slightly relieved, immediately lift up again.

Wen Xi'en finally raised her eyes, her dark eyes were clear, and there seemed to be countless feelings hidden in them, which were now slowly dissipating.

Her eyebrows and eyes are elegant and indifferent, and when she skims slightly, she seems to have endless sorrow, and those eyes clearly reflect his appearance, this person is like the cleanest and purest stream in the world, and she can't tolerate a touch of dirt.

"If you like it, it will change."

She whispered softly, as if she was talking to herself, as if she was informing herself.

Miao Hua's pupils trembled slightly, and even his hands trembled.

The child's throat is particularly jerky, and it is extremely difficult to speak.

"Then ......" the child stared at Wen Xien in front of him with red eyes, and his eyes were incredulous and helpless, and his voice was very soft, "Then have you changed your mind?" ”

Wen Xien chuckled, as if she thought what the kid said was funny, and Miao Hua felt that her smile was particularly dazzling.

Don't laugh!

Don't laugh like that!

Laughing like this is like laughing at him, laughing at his late feelings, which makes Miao Hua's whole heart tremble.

Wen Xien smiled and smiled, and the yellowed pages fell blood flowers like dotted plum blossoms.

Miao Hua's pupils constricted, and he looked at the blood on the corner of Wen Xien's mouth in a daze, and froze.

"Wincyne ......"

He screamed unconsciously.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Wen Xien lowered her head, and saw the red, she also froze, she reached out and touched the corner of her mouth, and stretched it out to look in front of her.

It's blood.

The pain of the cone crept came to her head, and her body arched, gasping softly.

The pain was so great and inexplicable that she wiped it, but she didn't expect to wipe it more and more, staining the page, leaving one after another.

Wen Xien's originally ruddy face suddenly became pale and transparent, her eyes began to darken, and her vision became blurred, she opened her mouth to speak, but she spurted out a breath of blood, as if the whole world had turned red.

In a daze, it was as if she heard someone calling her name in a heart-rending way.

Her breath was full of blood, and with the intense pain, Wen Xien's body couldn't accept it at all, and fainted directly.

Miao Hua still had a drop of blood under his eyes, as if blood and tears were flowing from his eyes.

Stretched out his trembling hands and hugged Wen Xien, at this moment Miao Hua's whole body was cold, except for coldness and despair, his mind was completely blank.

Miao Hua's eyes were red as he stared at Wen Xien's pale face, and he choked out of his throat as if he had lost his voice.

"Wincyne ......"

"Wincyne ......"

He would just call this person by name as if he was crazy, and he had never been so helpless and panicked.

He thought that he should have run out to call the doctor now, but he was afraid, and when he came back from looking for the doctor, he was already a cold corpse.

He didn't dare leave.

The child's eyes were bloodshot, and the sharp and tidal pain surging from the cut heart, he could only call Wen Xi'en's name from this extreme pain.

(End of chapter)