Asked The Red Dust

Ye Bieqing's soul power is very strong, and it's not much worse than tassel's own soul power. This devoured grimace turned into a round ball, and his face was gone.

Then attached to the mace, slowly disappeared, and no sound.

Go to bed again ...

Qin Yi scratched her head and looked at Ju Yunxiu, thinking about how to explain the grimace to her.

Ju Yunxiu didn't ask at all, because she was exhausted and overdrawn, she couldn't hold it anymore, and she fainted completely.

Qin Yi quickly stepped forward, hugged her in her arms before she fell to the ground, and hugged her out of the boundary.

Qin Yi shook his head after looking at the vertical and horizontal passages in the tomb. There was actually something in it if nothing unexpected happened. For example, the bones buried by Ye Bieqing, as well as the magic weapon he used to use during his lifetime, should be buried in the main burial chamber, and the protection is very strict. If Ye Bieqing succeeds, maybe those things are still useful, but they won't be stolen.

At this time, he couldn't have the leisurely mood to explore the tomb again.

Immediately holding Ju Yunxiu to leave this place, once again offering a handkerchief that was thought to be useless, holding Ju Yunxiu and sat up.

Then he turned around and looked around, "How about people?"

Qingcha stuck her head out from behind a tree.

Qin Yi grinned: "Small girl film still wants to try me, rest assured, will not forget you."

Qingcha mumbled twice and also climbed on the handkerchief to sit: "How do you know that I was trying to hide from you."

"Just your IQ ..." Qin Yi didn't say much, started the handkerchief, and left.

Qingcha took over the important task of taking care of Master, and took the medicine bottle handed over by Qin Yi to give Juyunxiu medicine. Qin Yi squinted, if it wasn't for you to have a light bulb, this time it should be mouth to mouth medicine ...

But this light bulb was important before and must ...

Qingcha gave Ju Yunxiu medicine and turned to Qin Yi to salute: "Thank you Uncle Shi."

This Hanhan salute ...

Qin Yi didn't know what to return, and simply replied: "Thank you for the tea."

The two looked at each other with a smile, and Qingcha's face was slightly red again. She lowered her head and pretended to take care of Master. In fact, she set aside a strand of hair and sorted her collar.

But he never looked up.

She knew too much about her master. She wanted to talk about love and was afraid of being caught. There was only one quotation that caused her feelings to explode. Is n’t this coming now? After this matter, the companion must be successful. She, her girl who is in the house, must not have run ...

So even Qingcha was so rare to test Qin Yi once, to see if he would just forget about his poor sister and forget the poor tea ...

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Ju Yunxiu had a dream.

A monk is refining his spirit, and his soul is stable. It is already very rare to dream. It is only possible to dream when it is weak, fired, seriously injured, or under surgery.

This time, of course, it was caused by extreme weakness.

She dreamed of her childhood, sitting barefoot under the tree and drawing. Master smiled and dropped the cloud head, and asked herself: "Little doll, you are very talented, do you want to learn painting with me?"

At that time, Master drew a phoenix and spread its wings, seemingly illusory.

Then, when he was a teenager, it was already Fengchu. Master gave instructions at his own spiritual platform, but when he was away, he took away a trace of Taoism.

I was ignorant at the time, but I didn't think it was anything.

The picture soon became a world of painting, "Jiange woman figure, this is Wu, Yunxiu figure, this is the way, I extracted a trace of your spirituality ..."

The appearance of the master who was once out of the dust suddenly became untidy.

He didn't change himself until he passed the gate, he always had this kind of thought.

It's just not at the moment, but it's just a subconscious preparation, maybe he still felt that he loved his apprentices.

When it was time to go to the main road, his lifelong obsession was unbreakable, and all his thoughts blossomed, without any hesitation and without looking back.

Ju Yunxiu wanted to cry a little, she was ... killing Master.

But no tears shed.

She doesn't know what she is asking for, who inherited the tradition, and whose pianos and paintings she carries forward. What is she asking for?

What is it asking for ... It seems that there are many things flashing randomly in the dream, but for a moment it is indistinguishable, because I have been attracted by the most dazzling thing in it.

That was Qin Yi's happy smile after seducing the master.

Then everything else is silent, only Qin Yi's smiling face is real and bright.

No matter what he asks for, what he is looking for right now is this fellow who knows each other and is willing to give her a secret or even life for her.

He could feel his arms before fainting, so warm.

It is as warm as where it is now.

Ju Yunxiu opened his eyes.

Now I am in my bed, so I am used to it.

She turned her head subconsciously, looking for the figure of Qin Yi.

At first glance is the round face of Qingcha, with a surprise: "Master, wake up!"

Ju Yunxiu was a little bit lost. He was about to ask Qin Yi where he heard footsteps behind Qingcha. Qin Yi ran over and said, "Wake up? Let me see, do you want to add another pill ..."

The tea was too close, and her face was big, blocking the attacking shirt. Ju Yunxiu reached out completely subconsciously, holding the face of Qingcha to the side, and finally saw Qin Yi, so happy.

Qingcha: "..."

Qin Yi's smiling face also became a little twitching, sitting next to Ju Yunxiu, holding her hand and asked softly, "How do you feel? I had given you a panacea for calming the soul and protecting the soul. "

"You ... giving me alchemy?"

Qin Yi didn't know how to answer this, those Dans were ready. Although he can do it.

"Aren't you practicing alchemy?" Ju Yunxi pouted slightly: "What are you doing?"

"In studying the painting, the painting world is in a mess, he ... his wild soul is unconsciously floating, the sky is gloomy, and it is like a ghost prison."

Ju Yunxiu didn't even want to listen to the content of the painting, the reaction was: "Do you ... do you want that road ..."

Qin Yi said silently: "What do you think? I just made the cloud, relying on that way to prove ghosts? Besides, my foundation is not painting, and that gives you a very good chance."

"I ..." Ju Yunxiu paused and shook his head: "I have no way."

Qin Yi was startled and was about to say something. Ju Yunxiu reached out and stroked his face, and said softly, "Do you want to tell me all this?"

Obviously, you asked me these ... Qin Yi didn't say this, and now he is not the ghost who was able to talk to death ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now he knows how to answer with a move: "Just Seeing you awake, I said a little more happy. "

"Then I won't say it." Ju Yunxiu's hand changed to hold his neck, and his voice became lighter and lighter: "Kiss me, just like in the maple forest that day."

How was it in Maple Forest that day? That's pressing on it, the hand is still ... uh ...

Qingcha backed out with her eyes closed. Are you so anxious?

Qin Yi didn't do that, just pecked gently on her lips, and whispered: "You are injured, rest first, and later ..."

Before the words fell, I felt that my hands were rushing in, and I planted it on Juyunxiu.

Ju Yunxiu hugged his neck, and there seemed to be waves in his eyes and ripples.

"I'm injured ... but it's still stronger than you stinky cloud ..."

Qin Yi was so immobilized that his head was buried in the fragrant softness, and he almost didn't suffocate. After struggling for several times, he couldn't get it apart. His hands were still fluttering around: "Fairies, fairies please please ..."

Ju Yunxiu turned over, instead he held him below and kissed his face gently, murmured, "What do you want me to do?"

Qin Yi couldn't resist the full bloom of the woman's style, and was pressed there in all directions, holding it for a while, and finally holding out a few words.

"Of course it's self-moving ..."

Ju Yunxiu smiled brightly, his hands flicked up, and a painting world shrouded the two, and the tea was no longer distinct from the outside.

I can still hear the last words faintly: "Little thief, I will let myself for the first time ... I won't."

Uncle Shi responded with full energy: "Then I will come ..."

The painting circle was closed, and the people inside turned over again.

As the strange sound of that night came again, what was different from that time was that this time there was finally a cry of Yingying, which was gentle and gentle.