Thinking like this, the painting heart was sleepy, looking at the white jade face in front of him that was brighter than the moonlight, the eyebrows were also picturesque, and the eyes were also picturesque.

She couldn't help but speak, "If this goddess's tears are to be exchanged for you, I'd rather not." ”

Then the poor monk went and robbed it. ”

Huaxin rolled her eyes, "She's so good that she's also an immortal, and you can't beat her now." ”

"Isn't that stupid bird also an immortal? Thinking of Yu Xi, He Guang Tongchen couldn't help but hook his lips and smile.

"......" Huaxin was all about Qing Ge, and he didn't investigate why Heguang Tongchen knew Yu Xi's true identity, and sneered, "Just Yu Xi's waste material immortal, if it weren't for Jun's hidden mana, you would probably be enough to beat her." ”

He Guang Tongchen is noncommittal, "She has weaknesses." ”

"Oh, what's her weakness?"

"Poor monk. ”

Painting the heart, "......" Isn't this just relying on Qingge to like him.

He Guang Tongchen saw the disdain that burst out of the painting's heart. He was also noncommittal, because he also admitted that he had repeatedly deceived Qingge's feelings, which was very unusual.

It's not just a thing, it's just a beast.

But he knew that in the love array, he could get Qingge's lover to tears, and this time, he could also get her goddess tears!

Only when he was sure that he could save her, did he dare to look directly at the scars on her body, and the gauze was uncovered layer by layer, and he picked up the prepared ointment without disgust and personally applied the medicine for her.

The painting heart was trembling.

He Guang Tongchen didn't dare to touch her wound, so he had to raise his head and coax her, "Don't move, I'll take medicine for you, I haven't taken care of you in the past two days, and this wound is getting more and more serious." ”

The heart of the painting was slightly reddish, "called...... Call Aunt Wang to come. ”

He Guang Tongchen didn't respond to her, just pressed her legs and applied the medicine a little bit, caressing her fingertips, so gentle, staring, so focused.

It was as if all the thoughts were on her alone.

His hands went up more and more, from calves to thighs, and there seemed to be no intention of stopping. For some reason, the shyness and trepidation of the painting heart calmed down under his gentle caressing.

I have to admit that although Aunt Wang has been very careful every time she takes medicine, it still can't be compared with the thoughtfulness of He Guang Tongchen.

She stared at his jade-like fingertips, and couldn't help asking, "Chenchen, how many other women have you drugged?"

He Guang Tongchen glanced at her and replied lightly, "Before you, there was probably only one." ”

"Who?" asked Drawn.

Silent with the light.

"Qingge?"

Seeing that the painting heart was crooked again, Heguang Tongchen felt bad in his heart, although he didn't want to mention it, he still explained, "Mother." ”

"Hmm. Suddenly, she remembered that not everyone was born in heaven and earth like her, fatherless and motherless, and asked puzzledly, "But I don't seem to have seen your mother in Qingcheng." ”

He Guang Tongchen's hand trembled, although it was a pure and dustless memory, but he could still empathize with the sadness when he thought about it, and he was silent for a long time before he said slowly, "My mother has passed away." ”

Seeing that he had inadvertently poked the sore spot of Heguang Tongchen, he suddenly reached out and stroked his slightly twisted eyebrows, and quipped, "You monk, you are really six impure." ”

And the light and dust are still silent.

He thought that even if it was a pure and dustless Buddha mind, it might not really be pure.

Otherwise, what kind of calamity is it?