From the beginning of the two of them to the present, she couldn't find any clues, he came prepared, but when the devastated emotional results were in front of her, she couldn't find any reason that he had his own in his heart.

Yes!

She deserves it!

She owes!

She's stupid!

She's naïve!

Fucking admit defeat, you've been toyed with!

What a demon!

Chang Forget is simply to survive, and he played a big drama with Hua Qimu that they knew that she was like a mentally handicapped and being played.

In her life, she had never been so angry!

All her hard work, all her persistence, in the end, is a self-righteous joke!

Emotional things are never hurt once, and you can never experience the concentration in them.

For a short time, she was tormented and tossed and turned, and she almost wanted to die.

It's just because she didn't expect Chang Forget to lie to herself.

All kinds of things in the past have always made her fall into the emotions of burying herself alive, and every look she has forgotten is now like a Ling Chi knife, from her head up, piece by piece to scrape her alive.

Apathy!

He stood up with a vague footstep and walked around the room of the two of them casually.

The pain in the lower body despised her all the time, and she did something like a money-loser.

There was no note left to explain the whereabouts of any of them, not even a sentence of how long it would take to come back.

She suddenly remembered that when she was in retreat, she had said seriously: From today onwards, everything I say is true and false, and you need to distinguish it yourself.

At the time, it wasn't taken seriously at all.

It's messed up, it's all messed up.

In an instant, she drilled the tip of the bull's horn.

For a while, I was dizzy.

"Third Miss. Wutong came, carefully interrupting Ah Chun's thoughts.

Ah Chun nodded, and saw that Wutong did not have a food box in his hand, and his eyes were cold and wanted to kill: "What did you forget to explain?"

Wutong first swept over Ah Chun's neck and left traces of happiness, stunned, and responded uncertainly: "Third Miss, His Royal Highness said that there is one year left in retreat, in order to clear his mind and calm his mind, he will not continue to accompany him, the Buddha lamp fire technique is not as sharp and fierce as hellfire, so the mind has been memorized, step by step, concentrate and calm, and there will be no mistakes." In addition, he has set up an enchantment in the room to perceive demonic energy, but if the third lady's breath is unstable during the retreat, in case of entering the demon, His Royal Highness can quickly perceive it, and I hope that the third miss does not have to worry. ”

Ah Chun seemed to be smiling, the corners of his mouth were cracked, it was even more embarrassing than crying, and it was a fart when he was completely right: "Where is he now?"

Wutong observed the color of Mu Mu and said: "In the playboy room." ”

Ah Chun's autumn watery eyes were cold, and her gaze burst out with a shudder.

Sycamore was so frightened that he lowered his head and trembled.

Ah Chun's throat suddenly became salty, and the blood in his whole body boiled, and he vomited a small mouthful of blood. Very calmly wiped it with a silk handkerchief, threw it on the table, and subconsciously used the tip of his tongue to push against various soft places in his mouth, and swallowed the blood back.

Wutong had never seen Ah Chun's indifferent and ruthless appearance, and he trembled and pretended to be calm: "Third Miss, why did you vomit blood, let the little slave see." "As he spoke, he went to check the pulse.

"Let me go. Ah Chun broke away with his hand, his face full of anger, and he stood up and rushed out of the house regardless of it.

Wutong was so frightened that he hurriedly grabbed Ah Chun: "Third Miss, by all means, you are still in retreat, and the technique has not been completed, how can you get out of the customs in advance?"

Retreat!

Shut up!

Ah Chun snorted a few times, his eyes seemed to be congested, he flicked his sleeves and broke away, and still repeated the three words: "Let me go!"

Wutong knew his responsibilities very well, knelt on the ground and hugged Ah Chun's leg and begged: "Third Miss, you must focus on the overall situation." ”

Damn it!

Overall situation!

She just believed in the bullshit in the first place!

In addition to the cold life, Ah Chun is the most annoying to others chattering.

Suddenly threw out a stream of spiritual power, shook Wutong three steps away, and raised his voice angrily: "Get out!"

Wutong hurriedly crawled over regardless of the soil, the corners of his mouth and arms were bloody, and he knelt on the ground and cried and begged: "Third Miss, not for anything else, let's just for Miss Four, we still have Miss Four." The crying made Ah Chun upset, but because of the cold night, the final ups and downs, and finally suppressed the impulse.

Wutong cried more and more vigorously, and did not fall back: "If it weren't for Miss's pity, I would have been executed together that day." ”

Yes, Wutong was not Ah Chun's close attendant at the beginning, in fact, there was a flower tree, the two were sisters who served the cold night, and they had received the favor of the cold night since childhood, but after the cold night fell into the devil, the mother killed the guards who served the cold night in order to seal the mouth, and all the attendants who served the cold night were executed.

As far as Wutong is concerned, Ah Chun is kind to her.

Ah Chunben was full of anger, and after listening to it, he made a little effort to calm down.

If nothing else, after all, fire is still involved in the cold night, that's a fact.

In the end, she was calculated to the point that she had no choice!

Timid!

Nest to the top!

"I've been in retreat since today, so don't bother me if I have nothing to do. ”

Finally, Ah Chun was restless, calmed down, and turned into a pool of stagnant water.

Wutong carefully checked Ah Chun's pulse: "Third Miss, the hellfire of your cultivation is already prone to mood swings, so you still have to control it." ”

"I know, you go back!"

Ah Chun began to slowly close her eyes, as if she was about to settle down.

Wutong didn't dare to bother, and just wanted to quit in a proper manner.

Ah Chun remembered what to say: "How much do you know about Liangcheng?"

Wutong's body stiffened, and he replied carefully: "The little slave doesn't know more than the third lady. ”

"What did he leave behind when he left?"

"Not yet!"

"Is there anything unusual?"

"No, I didn't. ”

"Has anyone who knows him or not?"

"No, I didn't. ”

"Have you heard rumors about Huaqimu in the past two years, or have you seen anything unusual about him?"

"Since Elder Hua was always seriously injured for no reason when he went out, and often escaped death, he rarely went out that spring. ”

"Do you know who the person who hurt the flower perch?"

"Unknown!"

"Didn't he settle accounts with my brother?"

"Third Miss, there should be none, otherwise, there will be movement in the spring of that year. ”

Interesting, really interesting!

Don't preach it everywhere, it represents your mind higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.

Co-authored, it was used by the flower perch to provoke her relationship with the long forget.

Hehe, a woman more than a woman.

After Sycamore left with a heavy heart.

Ah Chun did not settle down, but as usual, he silently wrote the Buddha's lamp over and over again until late at night, and then went to bed without distractions, and the regularity was incomparable.

Silently write the decision, play against yourself, cycle of reincarnation, boring, but it is rare to calm down.

In fact, since that day Wutong left along the lake, he met Changwang on the way he had to go, or he deliberately waited here.

Wutong's eyes were first happy, and then Chu Chu saluted pitifully: "I've seen His Royal Highness the Eight." ”

Chang Forget casually swept over Wutong's messy and torn clothes, as well as the bloody marks on the back of his mouth and hands, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Wutong was busy covering up, but he couldn't hide anything at all, and said softly: "It's nothing, it's the little slave who accidentally fell." ”

Chang Wang's eyes were sharp, and he had already read the thoughts of his little daughter's family thoroughly, so he didn't ask again, and turned around to leave.

Wutong saw that he forgot to leave, and did not develop according to his own ideas, so he hurriedly accelerated his speech: "It was the third lady who was angry and wanted to get out, and it was not easy for the little slave to stop her." And the third lady still has something to say to the little slave to bring to His Royal Highness the Eight. ”

Forget your footsteps for a long time.

Wutong trotted up and whispered in Ah Chun's tone and said: "The third young lady asked the little slave to tell His Royal Highness that for the rest of the year, she didn't want to see His Royal Highness for a day, because once they met, she was afraid that she would go mad and hurt His Highness." ”

Long forgetfulness froze.

"Also, the third young lady heard that the Eighth Highness went to Elder Hua's room, and vomited blood. ”

Chang Forget's angry reprimand: "Who gave you the guts to talk nonsense!"

Wutong was so frightened that he knelt down, and Vino said, "The third lady has to ask, and the little slave didn't lie." ”

It seems that his going to the flower perch room and Ah Chun's understanding of going to the flower perch room are completely opposite meanings.

"How is she now?" looked into the distance with disdain, not looking at the seemingly pious Wutong kneeling at his feet.

"Say yes and retreat. ”

Long forgot and groaned, and walked away with an outsider who couldn't see his thoughts.

Sycamore's fists gradually clenched.

On the other side, Chiharu Room.

Hua Qimu casually played with a pot of flowers and plants on the windowsill, and said to Chang Wang, who was sitting in front of the desk for a long time and drinking tea silently: "What's the matter?

Hearing that he didn't answer, he turned around and walked to him, picked up his hand that was clenched into a fist, and two clear traces like fire stayed in the palm of his hand.

"I'll just say, Han Su is not an idle person, the result is the same whether the memory is extracted or not, and now you believe it?" Hua Qimu took two kinds of ointment and began to mix, and then gently applied it to Chang Wang's palm.

Long Forgetfulness is obviously still losing consciousness.

After Hua Qimu finished applying the medicine to him, he sat leisurely on the opposite side of Changwang and poured himself a cup of tea: "You, the matter has come to this point, you still have to go on ruthlessly, otherwise it will fall short, and there will be no beginning and no end." ”

Chang Forget frowned, depressed and unable to keep his spirits up: "Will she die?"

Hua Qimu turned the teacup and raised his lips almost cruelly: "Disciple, don't repeat what you ask knowingly, it will only increase your troubles." ”

......

Half a year has passed in a blink of an eye, and Ah Chun has not retreated for a long time, but just practiced calligraphy and played chess strangely and frantically, as if these two things were done well, and her spells could be naturally cultivated.

On the way, Wutong was summoned by Ah Chun to go to the retreat four or five times, but he didn't dare to talk much except to do some chores.

And Ah Chun occasionally asks about long forgetfulness, and Wutong's answer is always to stay in one place day and night with the flower perch.

The other side.

But whenever Wutong comes back from Yinxun Lake, he will definitely meet Wutong, and the chat content is what Ah Chun has been doing recently. And Sycamore's answer is very simple: in retreat, very good.

It's been a long time, and I've forgotten it for a long time, but the perceptual enchantment of the demon hasn't been touched, so I haven't thought about it deeply.

And after hearing Wutong's words once, Hua Qimu smiled and said nothing, beckoning Chang Forget to continue to practice his newly studied spell.

Soon, with one month left before the three-year period ended, Ah Chun continued to cling to futile things, as if this was not a retreat, but a retreat.

In the past year, Ah Chun didn't wait for Chang Forget, but waited for another man.

The black body, like a ghost in the night, floated in chicly, picked up the words that fell on the ground after writing the deputy Ah Chun, and praised: "Yo, the writing is really good." ”