Chapter 682: You are no longer a virgin

The four beavers climbed to Tianji Peak, and finally blocked Zuo Yuqing in Shijiu's room.
Seeing the beavers, Zuo Yuqing was startled, and a few magic weapons and intensive hands fell on the ground.
Lan Yanyu stared blankly at the magic weapon and cheats on the ground, and instantly became angry and angry, "Well, you Zuo Yuqing, your master's bones are not cold, you come to steal his things, and you are not afraid that he will come to you at night."
Zuo Yuqing frowned and looked at Lan Yanyu, "What do you mean? What bones are not cold, did you kill him?"
When he said this, Zuo Yuqing was still indifferent, and he was not sad at all for the death of the last wine.
Lan Yanyu was extremely angry and glared at Zuo Yuqing. "You pretend to be less garlic, don't you come to steal after killing someone?"
If he hadn't known that he was dead, he would dare to steal something?
"I don't understand what you're saying?" Zuo Yuqing gave a cold look to Lan Yanyu, then leaned down and picked up the magic weapon and cheats on the ground. "Since he is dead, these things should be inherited by me."
Lan Yanyu sneered dismissively, "You still have something to ask for from his face, and you are not afraid that he will come to you in the middle of the night."
This man did not feel guilty of doing something wrong.
The observed Zuo Yuqing for a while, then said, "Shi Jiu died and was buried in Houshan. Would you like to see him for the last time?"
Zuo Yu stared blankly and rightly, "What does he have to do with me, why should I see him?"
They have long been a disciple, and why should he go to see him for the last time.
In the face of Zuo Yuqing's heartlessness, the is strange.
When Shi Jiu was dying, no one thought of his goodness even when he was dead. This is no wonder that others are not upright. He has not behaved wrongly. He has not taught his apprentices, so it is no wonder that his apprentice turned his face and refused to recognize others. .
"I deserved these things, I didn't steal them." Zuo Yuqing explained, and bypassed a few people.
Lan Yanyu looked at Zuo Yuqing's back, and was so angry that she felt a pain in her chest. "How do you say there are such cheap people in this world?"
Anyway, wine was considered his master at that time. As the saying goes, one day is a teacher for life and he is a father. Do n’t say it is a father. This is not as good as a stranger, at least a stranger will not come to him. Steal him.
Lan Yanyu thought, and sighed again. "Now think about the poor wine at that time. The two disciples, one pretending and one cold-blooded, are not good things."
The looked at Zuo Yuqing's back and squinted. "Who do you think is more like a murderer?"
"It must be Zuo Yuqing." Lan Yanyu answered without thinking.
"Ren Tianheng."
"Ren Tianheng." Two other voices sounded at the same time.
Hearing that Mo Beichen and Leng Yihan answered Ren Tianheng, Lan Yuyu frowned instantly. "Why is Ren Tianheng? Ming Zuo Yuqing is more like a murderer."
They're all stealing things, not a killer.
The wicked his lips and looked at Leng Yihan. "These two days I sent someone to stare at him. Master said that he had a collusion with the old city master."
Lan Yanyu blinked stupidly, "Who, Zuo Yuqing or Ren Tianheng."
Leng Yihan didn't even care about Lan Yanyu, only looked at Baiju Road, "Relax, I will send someone to stare at him."
The nodded. "Let's go and see Master."
Bai Tan took Mo Beichen and went to Bu Yangzi's yard.
Leng Yihan followed, leaving only Lan Yanyu standing in the courtyard of Shijiu innocently, still wondering whether they were Zuo Yuqing or Ren Tianheng.
"Master."
When several people entered the house, Bu Yangzi was leaning on the big pillow, as if waiting for them.
"I heard that the wine was dead when I heard it?" Bu Yangzi turned to Baiju with no sadness or anger on his face, and his face was calm.
"Well, it should be done by Ren Tianheng." Compared with Zuo Yuqing, Ren Tianheng is more like a murderer, but he hides too well, and the play is well performed, without revealing anything.
Bu Yangzi frowned frantically. "This man is unfathomable. You must be careful of him."
The chuckled, "Master, rest assured, Leng Yihan has sent someone to stare at him. As soon as he shows his feet, he can deal with him immediately."
Bu Yangzi nodded silently, watching Baiju and Mo Beichen said, "You didn't sleep all night, go back to rest."
Leng Yihan also said, "Yeah, you go back to rest first, here is me."
The looked at Bu Yangzi, and then looked at Leng Yihan. "Okay, then we'll go back to rest first, and come back to you in the evening."
"Go." Leng Yihan waved his hand, and then turned to instruct his disciples to give Bu Yangzi a medicine.
Looking at Leng Yihan's thoughtful look, Baiju finally returned to Zixia Peak with Mo Beichen at ease.
Bai Yufeng.
"Hmm ..."
Murong Xuefei came out and opened the gate of the courtyard. She saw Cen Shufeng and frowned frantically, "Is it you?"
Cen Shufeng said nothing and flashed into the yard.
Murong Xuefei didn't expect him to be so rude, and his face didn't look good immediately, but when she was in the yard, she couldn't rush out and had to turn around and follow up.
"You have something to do with me?" Murong Xuefei glanced at Cen Shufeng with an expressionless expression, without the intention of pouring tea for him, or planning to talk to him for a long time.
Cen Shufeng glanced at the entire yard, determined that Leng Yihan was no longer, and then turned to look at Murong Xuefei, "Are you cold with that last name?"
Cen Shufeng's questioning tone made Murong Xuefei frown unpleasantly, "Is this okay with you?"
Who is she with is her freedom, and what does it have to do with him?
Cen Shufeng grabbed Murong Xuefei's wrist angrily, "It doesn't matter to me? Do you know how many years I have liked you?"
He chased her for three years, and he didn't believe her at all.
His wrist was scratched, and Murong Xuefei's face cooled instantly.
"You let go!" Murong Xuefei's voice was not loud, but it was extremely cold, and now she looked at him with disgust and nausea.
Murong Xuefei's high posture instantly angered Cen Shufeng. He sneered and pulled her to the front. "I don't care if you are unclean. When will you pretend to be high?" "
Murong Xuefei frowned frantically, her eyes angered, "What did you say?"
Her voice was trembling slightly with anger. The woman's innocence was so important. He even used this kind of thing to slander her, which was unforgivable.
Cen Shufeng was not scared at all, but was even more arrogant. "Don't pretend, you are no longer a virgin, you were raped three years ago."
By the time Cen Shufeng spoke word by word, her face had turned pale.
"You bullshit, you don't bleed blood here." She glared at him deadly, and those words of humiliation made her red with grievance.
But Cen Shufeng sneered without mercy, "I'm bullshit? Is there any of your own Gongsha? You know better than anyone."
Cen Shufeng said, she wanted to prove where to go to pull Murong Xuefei's sleeve, but was pushed away by her.
"Go!" Murong Xuefei stared angrily at Cen Shufeng, anxious to ridicule this nonsense villain.
Cen Shufeng looked at the excited Murong Xuefei and frowned.
Does she really not know what happened three years ago, or has she forgotten it?
There was a gleam of light in Cen Shufeng's eyes, and he suddenly said evilly, "Want to know the truth three years ago? I came to Houshan tonight to see me, and I will tell you everything you lost three years ago . "
"Go!" Murong Xuefei was so angry that he yelled at him again.
Cen Shufeng still hasn't left. He stared at her like a long-hungry hungry wolf. "I'll wait for you tonight. If you don't come, I'll tell the whole college tomorrow."
Murong Xuefei's anger was even worse. She was crazy, grabbed the teapot and cup on the stone table and smashed towards Cen Shufeng.
With a bang, the teapot and cup broke, and the tea splashed on Cen Shufeng. He stepped back hurriedly and looked at the crazy Murong Xuefei, swallowing his mouthwater unconsciously.
"I'm waiting for you." Looking at the flying tea cup, Cen Shufeng dropped a sentence and ran out in a dazed manner.
After Cen Shufeng left, Murong Xuefei ran to the gate of the courtyard and closed the gate in a hurry.
Feeling like it wasn't enough, she ran back to the room and fastened the door, but the chaotic heart still didn't settle down.
She slipped to the ground and hugged her body tightly. She told herself not to think about his words, but her head seemed to be uncontrollable, turning his words over and over again.
"I don't care if you are unclean. When will you pretend to be high?"
"Don't pretend, you are no longer a virgin, you were raped three years ago."
"I'm bullshit? Do you have any of your own gnomes, you know better than anyone."
Her face was almost white, and she opened her sleeves little by little with tears. There should have been a spot of redness at the moment. There was no trace at this moment, but only the red line full of rattan.
Why is it gone? Why not?
Like crazy, she rubbed desperately where the red dot disappeared, her arm was worn through the skin, and her blood was wiped out. She didn't feel the pain, and she was still desperately rubbing.
But her efforts did not replace the disappearing Gongsha, and it would never appear again.
The tears in his eyes finally slipped uncontrollably.
No, she did not. She was innocent. She had done nothing.
She stood up and tried to rush out to tell Leng Yihan that she was innocent, but the hand holding the door bolt didn't open.
She was afraid. She was afraid that everything was true. She was afraid of the eyes he hated. She was even more afraid of her dirty body.
She stood at the door for a long time before she stumbled back into the room.
She sat at the round table, clutching the teacup on the table, and wanted to pour a cup of tea. She wanted to calm herself down, but her trembling hands kept her from having a cup of tea.
"Ah!" The huge anxiety crushed her like a mountain peak, she yelled, and threw the tea cup out of her hand in annoyance.
"Gang" the ground, the tea cup hit the door, and it broke instantly.
She lay on the table with red eyes and let the hot tears slide down.
"Easy cold." She whispered unconsciously, and then she felt a suffocation like a frenzy that made her feel ashamed. She couldn't breathe, as if the fish out of the water was dying.
The cold and easy cold far away from Tianjifeng seemed to sense something, and my heart twitched, and the tea cup held on my hand also crooked instantly.
"Ah!" Leng Yihan shouted subconsciously at the hot temperature.
Lan Yanyu frowned and looked at Leng Yihan. "What's wrong, so careless? Even tea won't fall?"
"It's okay." Leng Yihan looked back and slowly put down the teapot.
He felt a little uneasy. He thought of Murong Xuefei and became even more disturbed for a moment.