The day after tomorrow will be eighteen, and Su Yu is still kneeling motionless in front of the door.

Su Wuqing went in and out all day, as if no one was there, leaving the fairy in the house sad.

If it weren't for the fact that when Su Yu fainted every day, she quietly infused some spiritual power into his body, and she wouldn't have known what it would become.

But he has been scolded and scolded, beaten and beaten, and his bitter persuasion, and even threatening with family affection, have not shaken Su Yu by half a point, he still does his own thing, he can't kneel for a long time, and there is no complaint.

His eyes stared motionlessly ahead, his pale face had lost weight in just a few days, and his dark eyes were skinny and skinny, and the clothes that had been suitable for him were swaying like a loose curtain.

Fairy Shuqin looked at Su Yu's appearance, her heart was broken, her tears had already dried up, and her hoarse throat was filled with the sweet smell of blood.

She stood by the door and looked at Su Yu quietly.

Su Yu's whole person was already in a trance, and he struggled to raise his eyes to look at the person in front of him, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and every time he tried, his face hurt.

None of his body was intact, but his slender back was straight.

That was his attitude, and it was his last insistence.

Shuqin Fairy watched quietly for a moment, gritted her teeth, and rushed out.

The wind from his clothes blew across Su Yu's face, and he was slightly stunned, still slightly drooping his eyes, motionless.

At this time, Su Wuqing was working hard in the study.

Su Yu was as strong as a cow, and let him go to explain like Feng Nu that he must not be able to count on it, since this is the case, he is the only one who writes this letter of broken fate, no matter what the past is done, no matter what the future can be expected, everything ends here.

Although he has a lot of resentment towards Qingluan, he really wants to break off the friendship between the two families for so many years, and his heart is still difficult to give up, and it is difficult to suppress it.

The pen stopped, stopped, and stopped, and so on, and so on, and countless destroyed paper balls piled up around him.

"Bang", there was a noise at the door.

Su Wuqing raised his eyes and looked, it turned out to be Shuqin Fairy who walked in without being told.

As soon as he entered the door, he knelt down without saying a word.

"Husband, why don't you take the lives of my mother and son!", although the voice was choked, the tears did not fall.

Su Wuqing's brows tightened, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Fairy Shuqin forcibly pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled bitterly, "Su Yu has been obedient and polite since she was a child, and she never let you and me worry about it, but now that she has grown up and has her own ideas, she has been tortured like this by us." Is he really your son, or is he just a sign in the Rain God's Mansion that can't be stained?"

This is not a disdain, after Su Wuqing heard it, his breathing stagnated for a moment.

The eyes are incredible.

"Why are you so sarcastic about me, don't you know that this kiss is a complete hell for him!".

Shuqin Fairy shook her head, "Yes, I admit it, I used to think it was hell too, but now, why isn't he in hell?".

Although she tried to restrain herself, tears still filled her eyes.

"He's the one we're pushing him down now, it's us who are pushing our own son to hell!"

The crying and self-blame were like a sharp knife with a sharp blade, cutting Su Wuqing's heart with a knife.

Su Wu cleared, and his face was full of mixed feelings.

He passed in front of Su Yu every day, although he pretended to turn a blind eye, but that stubborn and pitiful figure, how could he not take root in his heart, and how could he not stab him painfully.

He stared blankly at the pen in his hand, trembling and wondering if it should be dropped.

"Forget it! I'll beg you! He's our son! If he wants to go that way, how can we, as parents, really bear to break his legs and leave him with no way out?"

The harp fairy sat on the ground softly, looking at Su Wuqing with swaying eyes, and there was persistence in her low tone that could not be ignored.

Su Wuqing looked at her quietly for a moment, sighed, "That's it!", and put down the pen.

With a wave of his hand, the paper ball in front of him and around him instantly turned into powder.

He stepped forward, picked up the fairy of the harp, and gently pulled it into his arms.

"You are my wife, he is my son, all I want in this life is for you two to be happy!", he said softly, pausing, "I hope he will not regret it in the future!".

Shuqin Fairy was already crying silently in her arms, she knew that whether it was her or Su Wuqing, the reason why they would compromise was because of her son, if he ...... in the future She didn't dare to think about it, she didn't want to think about it, she closed her eyes tightly, and sought stability and stability in Su Wuqing's arms.

Su Yu's physical overdraft was too serious, and he was covered with injuries, so he didn't even notice that Su Wuqing and Fairy Shuqin were approaching at this moment.

Little by little, his head was like a dead leaf struggling not to fall on a branch in late autumn, trying to hold on to his last stubbornness.

Su Wuqing looked at him angrily and distressed.

Fairy Shuqin called the fairy child on the side with red eyes to help Su Yu up.

In the past few days, Rao is fairy child watching from the sidelines can't bear it.

They hurriedly helped Su Yu up, and whispered in his ear, "Childe, the Divine Monarch and the Fairy have agreed, you don't abuse yourself." ”。

Su Yu was in a trance, and when she heard that her father and mother were relieved, she was overjoyed, and she fainted completely in an instant.

Fairy Shuqin was so frightened that she screamed for a while, got Su Yu into the house, and asked someone to cook a few bowls of elixir soup, and let him drink it when he woke up.

Su Wuqing let out a long sigh and sat behind Su Yu to heal him.

The thick and long spiritual power continued to flow into his body.

Seeing that his pale face gradually flushed, his chapped lips slowly retouched, and the bruises on his back were also restored.

Shuqin Fairy quietly wiped her tears on the side, but she couldn't stop complaining about Qingluan in her heart.

The girl who grew up watching her grow up from childhood to adulthood used to hear about some naughty things, but now her virtue is so corrupt that her son has become like this.

The delicate and cute little face in the memory instantly became hideous.

"Mother's ......", Su Yu slowly opened her eyes and looked at Fairy Shuqin.

When Fairy Shuqin saw her son wake up, she was happy and sad in her heart.

"The day after tomorrow, let's go to the same marriage, don't think about other things!"

The corners of Su Yu's mouth that had been hanging for several days finally raised, and he smiled weakly at Shuqin Fairy, "Listen to my mother." ”。

In the Garden of Repentance, Qingluan didn't know what Su Yu had suffered.

Although she heard a little gossip from the outside world, she didn't take it to heart, as for whether Su Yu had any opinion on this, she felt that it was his business, if there was really something, she would definitely come to her to make it clear in person.

Every day, she collected blood beads in the palm garden according to the instructions of the white dove, and those palm grasses were cunning, either they put the blood beads into the palm of their palms, hidden and not revealed, or they clenched their fists, so that you didn't know if it was there, which took a few days of effort, and the small half bag was not collected.

"I say, you have to move quickly! When it's cold, they'll have to retreat back into the dirt. The white dove was bored and urged to look at the sky on the side, because his back was bent like a hump, and he could only lie on his side.

Looking at Qingluan's helpless nod, a playful smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

A breath wafted in the cold distance, and he scrambled his brows and clenched his jaw and climbed up from the dark grass.

The breath is erratic, from far to near, gradually approaching Qingluan.

Qingluan didn't notice it, and still buried her head in the careful search for blood beads.

The white dove stood silently, his eyes fixed on the breath.

The breath seems to be hidden, and it seems to be swaggering, constantly swaying around Qingluan, tapping Luo's skirt from time to time, and stroking his face from time to time.

The white dove was a little puzzled, but the heart that was originally tight gradually relaxed.

Although this aura is strange, it should not be dangerous.

"Almost, it's time to go. ”。

He said suddenly, patting the rotting grass clippings on his body.

Qingluan looked at him in surprise, and then at the ice silk cloth bag in his hand.

Today's quantitative committee is too few, and the sun is shining at this time, why do you suddenly say that you can leave?

Seeing Qingluan standing motionless with a puzzled face, Bai Gu urged impatiently.

The breath on the side seemed to be sensitive, and suddenly a wild roar jumped in front of his eyes.