Chapter 138: immortal? monster? Two nine

Chiyou has been playing with the Yellow Emperor for so many years, and almost all of the elk camps within a thousand miles have become a wilderness, completely without the pleasant beauty they imagined. Wen Ruo stood on the top of the hill and looked at the weedy field silently. Afterwards, Qing Qing squatted for a long while and said slowly: "Or else, we will go somewhere else."
Wen Ru is a head, no rejection, no promise, just smiled slightly: "Heqing, why do you come to the elk?"
Hou Qing was silent for a moment: "In order to win the game."
"But your family and friends are on the side of the Yellow Emperor," Wen said with a smile. "Yan, Houtu, Nvwa, Hook, and many others, they don't understand why you are..."
"Then, if I want to help Chiyou, which side will you stand on?" Hou Qing turned her head and looked at her quietly.
The mountain wind swayed his sleeves, and the silver-haired red dress undulating in the wind. Hou Qing’s expression is very serious. Looking at his focused eyes, Wen Ruo really can’t say it. If he is obsessed with it, he will be if he is tied.
However, the bundle of Xiansuo is still in the hands of Houqing. If there is no bundle of Xiansuo, do they really have this ability to take him away without any harm?
If at that time, Hou Qing insisted on not leaving with her, what should she do? Wen could not help but ask himself.
Hou Qing did not urge her, just stood quietly, waiting for her answer.
For a long time, Wen gently gently took his hand: "Where are you, where am I." She will do her best, but in the end, if the outcome is still irreparable, she also hopes that Houqing is not alone.
She will be there, in his place.
Hou Qing stared at her, and there was a flash of smile on her lips: "Good."
......
It took another half a month. What they said on the mountain that day, they did not mention it later. After Qing, he still played in two days. Whenever he was there, the army of Chiyou always wins and loses.
Sometimes Houqing will be injured. He always handles the injury in the camp before returning to the house.
At this time, Wen Ru will pretend not to know. The gentleness of Houqing has never been said in the mouth. He will only silently finish what he thinks is good for the other party. Sometimes it is right, sometimes it is not as he imagined. .
The warmth of the past is not going to distinguish his intentions, because the late Qing in her eyes is really not a good person.
She thought, maybe she never really tried to walk into his heart. At the beginning, why didn’t he do the same, and didn’t mention his injury? She is only concerned about the injustice she has suffered, but she does not see the compromise made by her husband. Compared to his ruthlessness at that time, where did he really get?
The current post-Qing is already very good, so good that it is beyond the expectations of Wen. In addition to not returning to her floating island, Houqing did everything that a husband should do.
No matter how late, he will return to her side. He worked very hard to adapt to his new identity. When he slept, he was used to taking warmth into his arms. He even learned to come back every time and bring her one or two small gifts.
In his spare time, Hou Qing will accompany Wen Ruo to go for a walk. When he meets an acquaintance, he will introduce her to them with great brilliance, and he will not avoid the strange eyes of others.
If the hatred in the eyes of Yaohua Fairy can be turned into substance, it may be able to kill Wen as early as possible.
......
Wen Ru is stroking the sapphire bottle in his hand, and the two drops of blood are still stored safely inside. Qinghe suddenly pushes the door inside: "He asked me to take you out and said that there is a friend who wants to see you."
"Yuyou?" Wen Ru is throwing the jade bottle into his arms. Her old friends are few and far between, but at the same time, people who know the hooks are only one.
The more you go to the suburbs, the more hot the weather is.
The woman standing behind the shackles unveiled the gauze on the brawl, and it turned out to be the son-in-law who had never returned.
"Lian Junjun has arrived in the army yesterday. He has been in the handsome account for a long time before he comes out. He doesn't know what to say to his father." The son-in-law is born with heat, and must pass through the crowd to see the enemy. It is not easy. She didn't even dare to show her face all the way. At this time, she saw that Wen was not going around the corner. She said straight away, "You have to think of a way to let Houqing leave here as soon as possible."
Wen Ruyi looked at it with a slap in the face, and she also wanted to let the post-clear leave, but the methods in the dark have all been tried, or not.
After Qing did not nod, they could not do anything. Wen Ruo sighed: "How is the back soil?"
Nüwa stared at her deeply: "I received the news yesterday. He should be able to arrive today. It will definitely be blamed by other people. When he is still helping Chiyou, I believe that after the Tujia will be introduced. Called the array."
Wen is like a frown, the Yellow Emperor is awkward. In the name of the captive, their brothers are killed by each other. No matter who is dead, no one can blame him.
"The Yellow Emperor is too uninhibited! Houqing has helped him many times," he said, "I can't do it anymore. If we die, we must first get out of the Qing!" When I reached out, I went out from my pocket. "If you don't have a bundle of celestial herbs, you can take the medicine! Damn, I don't know if it works for that guy."
"What jokes do you make, when did you go through your tricks?! Even if he is enchanted, the spirit is strong enough to resolve the toxins." The son-in-law is helpless, and the goods are purely sick and rushed to the doctor.
Wen Ruo was troubled by them: "Don't make a noise, let me think about it, there must be other ways."
There must be other ways to let the post-clearer promise her request...
When Wen returned to the room, she kept thinking about it.
In the night, Hou Qing went back to the house to see her sitting alone by the window, staring at the blue jade bottle in her hand. Her eyes didn't have a focal length, and even when he came in, he didn't pay attention.
He slowly gathered around her and sat down, Wen Wen asked: "So late, why haven't you gone to bed?"
Wen Ruo turned his head and looked at him: "If one day, you were taken away by three drops of blood, what would you do?"
After Qing Qing Emei, he did not hesitate: "Kill him, grab it back."
Wen Ruo was embarrassed and barely smiled: "If you are trapped by the Feng Ling Da Yu and the Lu Yuan Han Tan, the man is the main animal, will you use it?"
"Yes," Hou Qing paused and smiled softly. "But if that person is you, maybe, my answer will be just the opposite."
The warm eyes are complicated: "Why?"
"No one can trap me. If the assumptions you made come true, it means that my soul has been damaged. It’s no good to have a drop of two drops of blood." He slowly took her, "but you don't In the same way, cultivation is only a hundred years. A little monster like you can kill you with a little bit of a bit. You can protect your body with the blood of the ancient gods. If necessary, you may save your life."
Wen is slightly trembling, is this the reason for the late Qing letter? When he asked Lian Junjun to return Qiankun bags to her, he expected the ending in the future...
"Cold?" Hou Qing pulled up the leather on the soft couch and covered her. "Don't think about it, go to bed early."
Wen Ru took his robes and shook his head gently: "I just suddenly thought that we are not there. There are only a few servants on the floating island. I don't know if they have taken good care of those flowers," Wen Ruyi Holding the lips and lips, my heart is sour. "Unfortunately, you can't remember what our home looks like."
After Qing Qing, raising her hand to touch her long hair, black hair like a waterfall, start to be cool and smooth. He slowly said: "I promise you, this time, I will definitely go back with you."
Wen Ruo looked down, snuggling in his chest, sorrowful and sad: "I don't ask you to live on the island for long, just one or two days, sorry, I am just, too want to go home."
Hou Qing did not know how to answer. The things she described, he did not have a trace of memory, and could not like her, miss the place that is said to be his "home."
The warm tears soaked his clothes, and Hou Qing could only caress her shoulders over and over again.
That night, Wen Ruo cried in his robes for a long time, crying so tired that he slept in his arms.
Hou Qing gently picked her into the inner room, carefully placed the warmth on the couch.
The soul is damaged... I remembered what she had asked before, and she couldn’t help but feel awkward.
He sat on the couch for a whole night. When Wen was waking up the next day, he saw Ming Yuan rushing in with joy: "The glass hurried up and the host promised to go back to the floating island with us!"
Wen is a surprise: "Really?!"
"Don't lie to you, Qinghe is now packing things up," Ming Yuan proudly said, "The master is outside, you don't believe you can ask him personally."
"Letter of trust, let's go!" Wen Rui turned and started, and he did not forget to sneak out a pair of shoes on his feet. Just rushed to the yard, I heard that Hou Qing faintly said: "Go first breakfast."
"Oh," Wen Ruru moved his lips to him, and the twins were crystal clear. "Do we really want to go back?"
"Well," Hou Qing glanced at her in a fluttering manner. "Let some people cry and die in front of me. However, let me say first, I can only stay with you for a few days."
Wen Ru is like a crescent moon, smiles sweetly and leans forward, hooks the back of the chest, picks up his toes and kisses him in the corner of his lips: "Thank you!" Didn't wait for him to return to God, warm as if Turned and ran to the green crane, the skirt fluttered, "Qinghe, Mingyuan! What are we eating this morning?"
Qinghe carefully squinted at the back of the Qing Dynasty and led the way to the small kitchen: "Today, there are sweet-scented osmanthus balls, bamboo scorpion scorpion, red sclerotium stewed tail bones, stir-fried sea cucumbers..." He lowered his voice. Line, "I secretly fried with dragon oil."
Wen Ruo's eyes widened and his thumb sighed: "Dragon oil - big make up! You are really willing."
"That is," Qinghe sneered and hurried forward. "I want to celebrate and celebrate, even if it is a breakfast, it can't be too casual."
After a while, Hou Qing slowly stroked his lips. Looking back at Ming Yuan, he was still standing at the door. He browed: "What should I do? I will do it there."
"Ah?" Ming Yuan blinked and was at a loss. If you do, the crane is finished, and he doesn't know what he should do now.
Saying that serving the owner is not his job? Where can he go?
The author has something to say: Thanks to the land support of the thirty-one party, the same son, the watering cat and the sleeping Muzi! Are you so fierce~╭(╯3╰)╮
Thirty-one throws a mine
Throw time: 2014-07-0220:09:20
The same son threw a mine
Throw time: 2014-07-0209:54:52
The watering cat threw a mine
Throw time: 2014-07-0201:17:37
Sleeping Muzi threw a mine
Throw time: 2014-07-0200:24:202k novel reading network