In the drowsiness, a faint burst of clear manzhu flowers filled the tip of his nose, and he gradually regained some consciousness with light and dust.

Although he was not very conscious, he could feel that someone had come in and had an argument.

Originally, with his cultivation, extracting a soul and a soul would not have hurt the roots.

It's just that he forgot that he still has a pure and dustless soul in his body, and the lack of this soul has undoubtedly opened a gap for pure and dusty, and the Buddha spirit and Buddha soul on it quickly filled it did not get along well with his divine soul and gods, and he had the intention of taking advantage of the situation to engulf him.

So the two powerful forces continued to split and merge in his body, competing with each other, devouring each other, and he was finally torn apart by his own soul and fainted.

Now, even though he was awakened by the familiar smell, the battle in his body did not end, and he still could not control this body, so he could only continue to be drowsy.

This kind of rare and incurable disease naturally became terminally ill in the eyes of the painting heart whose medical skills were really worrisome, which made her angry all over her body, and she was three feet away, and the children in the early Qing Dynasty fully felt it.

He almost couldn't help but want to go and kiss his mother, so cruel, what if he frightened his father?

However, he was too lazy to move his respect, so he had to sit on Heguang Tongchen and kindly reminded, "Mother, you are so fierce, I will really have no father." ”

A knife flew over, and Qing Chu shrank his neck in fright, and swallowed the following sentence back to his mother, you said you didn't drink vinegar, so why did you lose your temper so much?

After a while, Qing Chu saw that there was more and more tension over there, and his mother had a tendency to kill people, so he couldn't help but interject, "Mother, my father doesn't like to fight and kill the most, and when I wake up and see you, I won't want you." ”

"Lie to you. ”

"Oh. ”

At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the painting heart fooled him with the original words, and the painting heart replied to him with three words without looking back, and the early Qing Dynasty couldn't help but be angry.

He lowered his head a little aggrieved and flicked the Buddha beads on his chest, secretly wondering how thick the skin of his mother's old face was, he wouldn't be red if he really lied.

"Shangxian, I brought you the medicine you wanted. A clear female voice came from outside the door.

Mu Changge stepped in from outside the door, and saw a domineering painting heart rudely restraining Qing Ge.

On the side of the painting, I saw her staring at herself with a pair of clear eyes, standing a few steps away from herself, and sneering lightly, "In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, is the demon girl painting her heart going to commit murder in public?"

Although Mu Changge is from a famous family, he does not have the glitz of the children of ordinary families, he has been proficient in calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he has a very good Danqing depiction, which seems to be real and illusory, and no one in the city can stand out, and she is a well-known talented woman.

Mu Changge is not only talented, but also proud, and there are many people who want to kiss Fangze, but except for his cousin Wu Entropy, he is almost not close.

There are not many people who are blocked from Tingfeng Xuan, not limited to men and women, and no one has seen who she has ever been close to.

But no one knew that there was still one person in this world who had entered her eyes, and the city lord of Qingcheng Nan Dusk left!

When Nan Du left the Wushuang Pavilion to learn art, the two had feelings for each other, and then parted for many years, since the death of Huang Yu, Yue Xingyun succeeded to the throne, in order to avoid suspicion, the two were cut off.

And this time, Qing Ge came from Qingcheng.

When she came, she carried a letter to Mu Changge for Nan Duli.

Even though they haven't seen each other for many years, they still see words like faces.