I don't know how many times I fell along the way, Xie Chang was already soaked with sewage, clinging to his body, outlining the exquisite curves of his body.

Guan Yuqing couldn't help blushing a little when he saw it, and after silently reciting the indecent disrespectful look in his heart several times, he reluctantly put his eyes on Xie Chang's face, looked at her pale look, and asked with concern, "Ah Chang, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Chang reluctantly pulled out a smile, and replied pretending to be relaxed, "It's okay, I accidentally fell down on the road." ”

"Why are you so careless, did you hurt anything? And your wet clothes, hurry up and change them, don't get cold. Hearing this, Guan Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, it's okay, just looking at her look, I thought something big had happened, Ah Chang had a poor background, she lived alone since she was a child, and when the two of them became relatives, she was her only relative, and she must be doubly good to her.

Xie Chang was a little tired and avoided the hand that Chu Yuqing wanted to hold her hand with, "Well, I'm going to change my clothes first, I'm a little tired, I want to sleep for a while, don't call me for lunch." ”

"Okay, then you have a good rest, and I won't bother you. ”

Guan Yuqing sent Xie Chang back to a quiet courtyard in Changyang Bo's Mansion, thoughtfully closed the door for her, and left.

As soon as Guan Yuqing left, Xie Chang turned around and went into the house, and opened the sleeve of his right wrist that had been covered, revealing a thin and pale wrist, and the wound on it that should have been bleeding had long since healed and disappeared.

Xie Chang sat helplessly on the ground and muttered distractedly, "It's true...... It can't be ......"

She suddenly stood up like crazy, picked up the scissors in the embroidery shed and slashed at her arm, stabbing again and again, the wound was deep and bone-seeing, but strangely not bleeding.

I saw the crimson unknown object in the wound slowly wriggling, pushing the hideous wound to the middle, and the moment the skin came into contact with each other, the wound became shallower and shallower as time passed, until it disappeared.

Xie Chang didn't believe in evil, and frantically raised the scissors as if he didn't feel the pain and cut several times, but no matter how many times he tried it, the result was no different from the first time.

Her dry eyes turned mechanically, and the slowly diffused mist turned into tears dripping down her cheeks, and her pale face was full of sadness and helplessness, "How can this be, what should I do......

She fell to the ground, shrunk herself into a small ball, her sewage-stained hair was curled in strands and strands, and the wet red dress and white dress were cold to the bone, but it was far less than the cold in Xie Chang's own heart, she was only left with a blank in her mind at the moment, she didn't know who she was, she didn't know where she was now, and she didn't know what she had lived for so many years.

For a moment, she even had the idea of ending herself, she looked at the scissors that fell to the ground, and wanted to reach for it, but she couldn't hold it weakly, only to find that her hand was trembling uncontrollably.

Such a self is already a monster, not even a person, what qualifications do you have to be with Yuqing?

Use your own body to practice Gu and turn yourself into a living walking corpse.

She just wants to live, why would God let her suffer so many unfair things?

Fear enveloped her like a demonic barrier, and she was a little dazed, in the end, should she leave without saying a word, or should she be honest and face Yuqing together?

......

Unconsciously, the sky is getting dark, time passes quietly, and another day has passed, Wu Xing opened her eyes, and instantly felt the feeling of hunger in her stomach, she touched her stomach, looked out the window, only to find that it was already dark, missed lunch, no wonder she was so hungry, she was about to jump off the chair, but found that there was a painting on the table that was obviously not from her handwriting.

Wu Xing didn't dare to pick it up and look at it, so he carefully stretched his neck as if he had broken it and looked at it carefully, and the smart girl on the painting tilted her head to look at her outside the painting, with an innocent and lovely color.

Is she so cute?

Wu Xing was a little incredulous, what did she look like in the eyes of her husband?

The more she looked, the more happy she became, Wu Xing watched it for a long time before she was woken up by a light cough, she was startled, and turned her head to see her husband sitting not far from her, leaning on the chair a little lazily.

"How did it feel to settle down for the first time?"

Only then did Wu Xing react, didn't he fall asleep just now, did he cultivate his internal strength?

Also, she sat on the chair for a day, if she fell asleep, she would definitely not be able to sleep for so long, she would wake up in less than two hours, and she would have a sore back and a bad neck, but now she does not have these feelings, but feels relaxed and energetic.

She hurriedly closed her eyes and carefully felt the internal force in her body, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the original slight and weak trace of internal force in the body had grown to more than twice as much as when Mr. passed on the exercises.

Thinking of this, she eagerly made a move, and her little palm slapped on the chair with heavy luck, but the chair did not move at all, but the little hand slapped red.

I couldn't help but hang my head in disappointment.

Cheng Yanqiu naturally knew what she was thinking, and nodded her little head funny, "It's only been a day of practice, do you want to ignore those seniors who have been practicing for decades?"

Wu Xing scratched his head embarrassedly, and then reacted, and quickly withdrew his hand, isn't this a little habit of He Shuke? Could it be that he stayed with him for a long time and was infected by him?

"I didn't. Wu Xing whispered, rubbing his red palm.

"Remember to be anxious and impatient in martial arts, you have good talent, you are considered to be at the upper middle level among ordinary people, as long as you are diligent and obedient, you will definitely be among the first-class masters in the next ten years. Cheng Yanqiu said with a smile, "Maybe others will give you a terrible name." ”

Wu Xing blushed and retorted, "I don't want someone else to give me a name, I want my husband to give it to me!"

There is such a thing as a name, sometimes you think about your own name, but others may not necessarily listen to it, don't say it far away, just say He Shuke, who knows the thousand Shura he thinks? Not all of them call him Shura fan, this is not bad, some people's nicknames are even thousands of miles different from their own self-names, who can they talk to?

Cheng Yanqiu was about to say something, but he heard a loud grunt, and when he looked down, Wu Xingzheng was holding his stomach and lowered his head shyly.

"Hungry, let's go, I'll take you to dinner." Cheng Yanqiu Shi Ran got up, but his steps were a few points faster than usual.

Wu Xing hurriedly followed, and was a little surprised to find this, and thought curiously, didn't Mr. eat and sit with her for a day?

In that case, it would be nice to have a gentleman.