Quick time travel: the male lead, let’s have a pop

Chapter 248 Yashe Mermaid Candle ([-])
Seeing this situation, Qian Xun's heart suddenly became anxious, and with a wave of his hand, he flickered all the candles on and off.

[Host, you are leaving soon. 】

[Why did you tell me to go! 】

Under the indistinguishable candlelight, Juefeng was full of cruelty and anger, from the corners of his twitching mouth, from his burning eyes, what flowed was unwillingness.

She was overjoyed and wanted to see him like this. As long as he maintained this state, the him in his previous life would come back.People who are full of unyielding to the world, not meek.

[Host, hurry up, the hero will be fine. 】

Qian Xun thought for a moment, jumped off the beam, picked up the candle and went out from the glazed tile. This action was done in one go, and no one noticed.

The people in the lobby didn't change at all when the wind blew, and it was said that the wind blew made people creepy.

Even if you are powerless to resist, you are inferior, but even if you are like dust, you still have dignity, you will not lose to him, little monk, and you cannot bow your head in vain.

Holding a candle and flying outside, she secretly prayed.

She went back to the Jialan Temple, but she didn't see the little monk for a whole day, and then went to inquire again, and the little monk was locked up.

So she went to him quietly, hypnotized the two men guarding the gate, and ran to see him in the prison.

The little monk was abused so that his wrists were turned backwards strangely.Scarred, sallow and thin, he was really thin this time, but it didn't affect his handsomeness, but at this moment his eyes were red with deep hatred.

Qian Xun knelt on the ground and looked at him with heartache. Over the years, he had been beaten, scolded and abused. He had shed a single tear, but he had never cried out. Now, now, he was so angry that he was about to shed tears.

"As far as I know, your brothers and sisters have been bullying you all these years, giving you all the hard and tiring work. Why are you still here? Did you see how they dealt with you today?"

The little monk closed his eyes for a moment, then opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of confusion, "Actually, being convenient to others is to give convenience to yourself. Life is so rare that you can get it now. You shouldn't worry too much about what you have lost. Besides, it is a blessing to suffer!"

Qian Xun shook his head sadly, "Generance and kindness will only make people gain more ground. The only thing you can do now is to leave here, don't worry, I will always be with you..." Qian Xun replied choked up.

The little monk didn't say a word, just stared at her.

Sometimes love is also a kind of hurt.Cruel people choose to hurt others.But good people choose to hurt themselves.In the end, he made himself bruised all over his body.

He thought for a long time before saying: "Then let's go, let's go together."

"kindness."

The little monk ran out with a candle in his hand.

When his eyes gradually adapted to the light, he looked around and saw that there was a lot of purple and red, the tents hung softly against the pillars, the palace lanterns hung gracefully on the beams, the vermilion balconies and carved phoenixes were soft and collapsed, and the clusters of flowers were fragrant and unrestrained.

Qian Xun shook his head sadly, "Generance and kindness will only make people gain more ground. The only thing you can do now is to leave here, don't worry, I will always be with you..." Qian Xun replied choked up.

The little monk didn't say a word, just stared at her.

Sometimes love is also a kind of hurt.Cruel people choose to hurt others.But good people choose to hurt themselves.In the end, he made himself bruised all over his body.

He thought for a long time before saying: "Then let's go, let's go together."

"kindness."

The little monk ran out with a candle in his hand.

When his eyes gradually adapted to the light, he looked around and saw that there was a lot of purple and red, the tents hung softly against the pillars, the palace lanterns hung gracefully on the beams, the vermilion balconies and carved phoenixes were soft and collapsed, and the clusters of flowers were fragrant and unrestrained.

(End of this chapter)