Zhao Fushuang sneered, "Knowing that I don't like you and don't marry you, can I be ashamed of you?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes." Zheng Jianing nodded with relief.

It's nothing to be ashamed.

Just don't say marry him.

Give it all!

Zhao Fushuang drank indifferently, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly drunk, and the inexplicable sadness in his heart faded a lot.

When Zhao Fushuang picked up the fourth pot of wine and handed it to his mouth, Xie Zhiyu said, "Miss Zhao, wine hurts a lot. ”

Zhao Fushuang waved his hand: "It's okay." ”

Yuehua was wronged by Zhao Fushuang, and she didn't drink less, and when the wine came up, she said with red eyes: "Miss Zhao, can I beg you?" Ling Zejian was returned to the third prince, and I can let me be a cow and a horse in the future. ”

Is this endless?

Zhao Fushuang said impatiently: "What do you say? ”

What kind of friendship she has with her, she comes to ask for help.

What kind of brain could she have to give up the treasure she didn't have a good heart to under a few soft words from her? With the disdain in her eyes at her?

Yuehua staggered up, and said with red eyes: "Anyway, I owe the third prince such a great favor, and it is difficult to sleep, so I will solve it quickly today, and you remember that you have to talk and count!" ”

As he spoke, Yuehua took out his weapon and slashed at his lifeline.

The white fat man Yun Yan flicked his fingers and picked off the sword in Yuehua's hand.

From beginning to end, Zhao Fu didn't raise her eyebrows, and only drank peacefully.

Yuehua cried and fell to the ground, "Lord, you let me die, cultivators are the most taboo to owe others favors and can't pay them back, I'm afraid I can't untie this knot in my heart." ”

Xiaofu walked over to help her: "Why are you suffering?" This matter is not in a hurry, and the three princes have their own way to solve it. ”

Yuehua covered her face and cried, "I, I may have drunk too much and couldn't control my emotions." ”

Zhao Fushuang rubbed his eyebrows, annoying!

This woman's heart is almost the same as her own sister!

With so many people, how could she possibly die?

Besides, a woman who can cultivate to the fifty-six divine strains to infuse the body, will her heart be so fragile?

The woman's purpose was clear.

This is the naked persecution of her!

Zhao Fushuang looked at Yuehua condescendingly: "It's almost enough, whoever you want to get close to can come openly, it's boring to use me as a foreshadowing!" ”

Yuehua was stunned and said, "What are you talking about?" How can there be a woman in the world who is full of right and wrong? ”

She's full of right and wrong?

She doesn't give birth to right and wrong, can she be full of right and wrong?

What a rake!

At this time, Yun Xuchuan's last patience was also exhausted, "Enough, Zhao Fushuang, you can take the Lingze Sword if you like, you will be satisfied if you really force people to death?" Why do you want to reveal your femme fatale everywhere?! ”

Zhao Fushuang looked at Yun Xuchuan incredulously, she still felt that he had some brains, after all, she looked down on him!

Seeing Zhao Fushuang looking at her like a fool, Yun Xuchuan said coldly: "You can leave if you don't fit in, no one forces you to stay." ”

Zhao Fushuang couldn't control her laughter, she raised her eyebrows and looked at the black-clothed Sui Mirage, Sui Mirage actually understood, and with a wave of her hand, more than a dozen jars of wine rested in front of Zhao Fushuang, and said, "No." ”

Zhao Fu swept his sleeves, swept all the wine jars into the space container, stood up and said, "Thank you." ”

When passing by Yun Xuchuan, she said openly: "Stupid! ”

As he spoke, he took the Lingze Sword and walked to the window.

Hop up to the window and drink to yourself in the snowstorm.

Yun Xuchuan's face can no longer be described as black, it can almost be described as distorted!

Seeing Zhao Fushuang leave here, Ah Bao got up and said angrily to Shangyun Xuchuan: "Although I can't tell what you said, but my sister didn't take the initiative to cause trouble from beginning to end, she just wanted to drink, where did this femme fatale come from?" ”

Leaving without looking back, he walked to Zhao Fushuang and sat down alone, took the food out and ate it himself.

Xie Zhiyu also got up with a polite smile, "Xie is not strong enough to drink, I remember that there are still some paintings that are not finished, everyone drink slowly, Xie is one step ahead." ”

Xie Zhi met the bamboo house and went to collect the scenery and paint.

"Ah, children are not sensible, scholars are not strong enough to drink, don't blame the three princes." Leaving Zheng Jianing to laugh awkwardly.

and warmly greeted Xiong Dalang and everyone to drink, Xiong Dalang was not afraid to come, and drank cup by cup.

Zhao Fushuang leaned against the window alone, looking at the nearly 10,000 stone houses outside, and poured himself a drink.

Half of her body was outside, half of her body was inside, half of her black hair was fluttering in the wind, half of her black hair was comfortable indoors, half of her body was cold, half of her body was hot.

"Shuang'er, go home and take medicine." In a daze, there seemed to be a voice from the depths of the stone house from the eons and into the depths of her sea of knowledge.

"Shuang'er, go home and take medicine."

The voice became clearer and clearer, and it could even be distinguished as an old male voice, gentle and loving.

Zhao Fushuang didn't know how much she had drunk, in short, the low call in her ears kept ringing in her ears like a spell.

"Shuang'er, go home and take medicine."

Finally, Zhao Fushuang lost the wine jug, the wine jug fell to the ground and shattered, and the wine remained on the floor of the bamboo house.

Zhao Fushuang jumped out of the window in a daze, staggered into the whistling wind and snow.

When the people in the house heard the movement, she had already walked a hundred meters away, and Zheng Jianing rushed to the window with an arrow, "Grandma, are you crazy?" Don't you know that you can't leave the bamboo house in tears? This wind and snow will infect people's hearts, causing disorder of people's consciousness at the least, and exploding and dying at the worst. ”

Ah Bao and they really didn't know about it, and when they heard this, Ah Bao shouted: "Sister, come back quickly." ”

Xie Zhiyu stopped painting and looked over.

Xiong Dalang glanced outside, his eyes flickered, and he didn't get up.

Yun Xuchuan looked at Zhao Fushuang, who staggered into the bamboo forest in a few steps, his face was pale, and he said, "I don't know whether to live or die!" ”

The others looked coldly.

On the second floor of the bamboo house, Yi Huang looked at Zhao Fushuang, who was stumbling deeper and deeper below, with a cold face: "Lao Hei, go and bring her back." ”

Lao Hei lazily asked, "Who is her man?" ”

"Besides, you let her drink, and you deal with it yourself."

Yi Huang was speechless.

Yu Kun laughed very cheaply on the side: "You don't want it, I'll pick it up." ”

Yi Huang: "."

Zhao Fushuang couldn't hear the call of everyone in the bamboo house, and only followed the distant call to the bamboo forest stone house.

At this time, only Ah Bao ran out desperately, but before he had walked half the distance, the whole person was already trembling and fell to the ground.

Xie Zhiyu hurriedly went out to pull people in, "You don't have any cultivation, and you can't resist the cold air entering your body." ”

Just as Zhao Fushuang was about to approach the stone house area, Yi Huang, who was black-eyed, flew out from the second floor with a cold body, blocking her way.

Zhao Fushuang's originally blank eyes regained their clarity little by little after seeing him.

She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly wandered around.

It turned out that no one called her.

There were no loving voices calling her.

So the real voice is the most important person in her life who came from afar for her, but how can there be no one?

Zhao Fushuang took a step forward, tightly grasped Yi Huang's sleeves, choked in his throat, stood in front of him with some grievances, and said softly with red eyes: "Yi Huang, I'm uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable as if I'm going to die." ”

The voice she called his name was never as fragile and intimate as it had ever been!

If it weren't for the helplessness, Yi Lian didn't want to come forward, but he couldn't really let her kill herself!

Therefore, when I came to look for her, I was displeased.

But she stood here, tugging at her sleeve, and as soon as an aggrieved voice came out, his frozen emotions in the black and white area seemed to be shattered in an instant.

Yi Huang only felt that his throat was almost dry, his Adam's apple rolled, and he almost sighed: "Zhao Fushuang, when will you not cause trouble!" ”