Heartbreak like dust......

Why is it so painful to be tortured?

"Qingkui, you move faster!" Feng Chu seemed to notice Qing Kui's appearance, and was a little impatient.

She originally wanted to hide her behavior from Feng Chu, but now it seems that it is still enough......

Qing Kui stepped forward and looked at the woman lying on the soft couch.

The woman had a pair of faint distant mountain eyebrows, which were lightly drawn like landscape paintings, as if she would forget them at any time if she didn't pay attention to her facial features.

Her appearance is very resolute, and it is appropriate to describe her as soft and strong, or rigid and soft.

In the fairy world, they all like gentle and beautiful, or bright and moving fairies.

Like the woman lying on this bed, this kind of appearance, this kind of overly rigid temperament, is the most unpleasant.

She doesn't like her either, she hates that she is so stubborn in front of her every time, desperate to bear all the blame without a word.

At the beginning, it was indeed her Qingkui who was weak.

But later, it became an instinct for the woman to block the knife for her...... An irresistible instinct.

In the eyes of this woman, only her weakness, her incompetence, her everything...... Far less than her.

This woman played with the halberd freely and chicly, proudly standing in front of herself to show off, saying that she was the hope of the Qingqiu clan, saying that she would protect the immortal clan and protect herself......

Qing Kui didn't speak, just looked at the ground intently, where a light pink peach petal fell.

Later, when the people of the tribe boasted of the woman's glory and her power, all eyes fell on her......

Qing He looked at Qing Kui, who was pale, she stepped forward, tentatively pulled Qing Kui's sleeve, and asked in a low voice: "Lord Fox King wants to give his face to this woman, this woman...... The fox king likes her very much, right? ”

- Happy, like?!

Qing Kui was stunned for a moment, and then he woke up from Fang Cai's memories, and his whole body was like being splashed with a basin of ice water, wet, icy and cold.

She half-bit her pink lower lip, subconsciously turned the jasper gold chuan in her hand, and said lightly and bitterly:

"No, I don't like her. I'm really ...... I hate this woman so much......"

I hate it.

Qing He frowned and looked at the expression of the new fox king, and always felt that when she said this, the expression on her face was very strange.

It's like a huge pathos in the bottom of my heart, which can't find any outlet to burst out, and when it floats on the surface, it is covered with a layer of glacier, with indescribable pathos and weirdness.

She could feel that the fox king in front of her was so fragile that he was about to fall to the ground, but he stood strong in front of the bed, falling into a dream.

However, Qinghe is a little fox who was sent to the world to cultivate, and he doesn't know anything about what happened in Qingqiu.

But there was one thing she knew:

Don't say what you shouldn't say;

Don't ask what you shouldn't ask.

She took out the soft cloth bag from the rosewood box she carried with her, and then spread the soft cloth bag on the table, and the silver needles, knife crumbs, blades, etc. of different lengths in the soft cloth bag emitted a slight light.

Qing He blinked, looked at the woman lying down, blinked at Qing Kui again, and asked cautiously and cautiously, "Fox King, can you start?" ”

Qing Kui nodded, and then lay down on a soft couch side by side with Qing Wei, and beside her, there was the tool table that Qing He had set aside. Qinghe will do it at any time.

Qing He first took out half a tube of medicinal powder from the rosewood box and poured it into Qing Wei's mouth.

Qingkui looked at her and said, "Pour her more mandala powder, I don't want her to wake up too quickly." ”