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Wang Chunhua returned to the world with a cold face, stretched out her hand to brush her Chinese clothes, and the Chinese clothes instantly turned into a sports suit that is convenient for walking.

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, looked at the curator who suddenly appeared, his pupils shrank in fright, but fortunately he didn't make a sound, he just swallowed his saliva, and called out cautiously: "Curator".

Wang Chunhua didn't look at Zhang Yang, and walked straight to the car. Looking at the pale He Qianlin, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes, and slowly raised her right hand to point at He Qianlin's forehead, and white light spots slowly gathered in her palm.

As long as you put your hand on He Qianlin's forehead, He Qianlin will be killed by yourself, and the light spot will grow bigger and bigger. When it is about to touch He Qianlin's forehead, Wang Chunhua's eyes flashed a complex look, staring at the pale woman. But his face sighed, and he grabbed the light spots in the palm of his hand with all his strength, and his arm seemed to have exhausted all its strength, and it hung powerlessly by his side.

Forget it, if he killed her, he would be disregarding the safety of the people in the world, and he couldn't vent his anger because of his personal emotions that he couldn't bear the consequences.

Wang Chunhua took a few steps back, feeling that what she had done just now seemed to have exhausted her strength, so she staggered a few steps, and simply leaned against a big tree and closed her eyes to rest.

Sure enough, I still can't use my celestial power at will, the law of heaven is too strong, my celestial power has been weakened to only one layer, and the light ball that has just condensed is even more full of energy under the anger, and now the celestial power is completely empty , I am afraid that this tree of life and death will not be able to go for a while.

"Master Curator, Qianlin is injured, don't you want to take a look?" Zhang Yang tried his best to remonstrate, but this time, she was asking for help. Anyway, one more capable person would be more helpful to the village. Help some.

"Hmph, you can't live without doing your own crimes!" Wang Chunhua turned her face away angrily. Last time, she used Baihualu to wash her wounds, and also used fairy energy to draw out the Yin energy in her body, which can be regarded as indirect washing. After the marrow cutting sutra, no matter how hard the peony slams, it will not be life-threatening.

Seeing that the curator was still angry, Zhang Yang touched his nose and stopped talking, but the time was delayed until He Qianlin woke up faintly and moaned, which made Zhang Yang, who was wrinkled into a bitter melon face, feel better instantly He got up, and hurried to the car to ask about his health.

"What?" He Qianlin only felt a little headache, but when she reached out her hand, she touched a piece of cloth, and she was a little puzzled.

Zhang Yang was taken aback, what should I say?Said that you forced your bow on the curator Bawang, but was fired by Peony?Uh~ I don’t know if it would be too straightforward to say this, but Zhang Yang racked his brains and said tactfully: "Well, this, you were injured, do you still remember what happened earlier?"

He Qianlin paused just as she was about to tear off the strip of cloth, but the next moment she anxiously grabbed Zhang Yang's hand and asked, "Huahua... Hua..."

Zhang Yang quickly took over the conversation: "The curator is sitting under the tree trunk opposite the car, it seems a bit bad!"

He Qianlin anxiously pushed Zhang Yang away and ran to get out of the car. She got up too hastily, and even felt a little dizzy, so she held onto the car door and stood still for a few seconds before the dizziness subsided.

The moment He Qianlin saw Wang Chunhua sitting cross-legged against a tree trunk, He Qianlin wanted to cry. How could the curator's face be so pale?Even those pink lips lost their luster, could it be that his bewildered behavior just now hurt the curator?He Qianlin lowered her head, feeling extremely heavy, raised her eyes and looked at the person with closed eyes, then turned her head and asked softly to Zhang Yang who was following, "Am I wrong?"

Zhang Yang rubbed his head, how could she answer this matter, so she just smiled foolishly, stood aside and didn't speak.

He Qianlin's eyes were like entering an ancient well, but there was a hint of a smile, she stared at Zhang Yang's eyes and said word by word: "I'm right! If I do it again, I will do the same!"

"But... it's better not to force things about feelings!" Zhang Yang frowned, somewhat disagreeing with He Qianlin's point of view.

He Qianlin looked at Zhang Yang with a half-smile, only to see that Zhang Yang began to avoid her gaze, and then she turned her gaze on Wang Chunhua, pursed her lips, and said firmly: "I just have to force it, and I will take responsibility if I provoke you." in the end!"

Zhang Yang only felt that He Qianlin in front of him had become a little strange. Maybe He Qianlin was a stranger to him. Faced with He Qianlin's slightly strong words, Zhang Yang paused, and reminded with some confidence: "The curator is not an ordinary person. , maybe you are not from the same world at all!"

He Qianlin looked at Zhang Yang expressionlessly, then grinned suddenly, stretched out her pink tongue and licked her sharp canine teeth, with a bit of violence: "Then I will turn her into an ordinary person and want to get away from me." , I folded her wings and tied them to my side, either she will die or I will die, or she will never leave my side!"

Zhang Yang took a step back subconsciously. After realizing that he had lost his composure, he touched the back of his head in embarrassment, and forced a smile: "Is this okay?"

He Qianlin tilted her head and pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement: "Well, it seems that I can only show her what she likes!"

Zhang Yang just felt trembling all over, my God, are you sure that He Qianlin in front of me is only 16 years old?Such a deep scheming, I am a 25-year-old person who is really hard to catch up with, no, I have to stay away from her, this is too scary, it’s nothing to calculate, after all, making a person like me depends on one’s own means However, He Qianlin's words that either she dies or I die are too extreme.

"Aren't you tired like this?" Zhang Yang didn't know how to respond, and was afraid that the silence would be embarrassing, so he boldly asked out the doubts in his heart.

He Qianlin widened her glasses, with an idiotic expression: "Master said, everyone has many sides, but each side is ourselves, what we have to do is to accept, not deny, the happy appearance is ourselves, isn't it? Doesn’t it look like you are unhappy?”

Zhang Yang opened his mouth, thinking that what He Qianlin said made sense, but he had no way to refute it, no, this is fallacious reasoning, and she cannot be brainwashed anymore, Zhang Yang said sternly: "We can control emotions, but long-term control of character will distort it." !"

"Then do you think I'm distorted?" He Qianlin looked at Zhang Yang curiously with wide eyes.

Nonsense, if you don’t distort it, my sister, why did I spend so much effort to turn a corner to let you find out that something is wrong, Zhang Yang just felt his heart tighten, Emma, ​​why did you switch the topic to such a dangerous channel, looking at He Qianlin innocently eyes, only to feel that those two words could not be uttered no matter what.

"I have never controlled my character, how could it be distorted? I can still distinguish right from wrong, black from black, and I can also distinguish whether I like it or not. The master said that if you like someone, don't let them go, or you will be like him I regret for life, I didn't understand before, but Huahua made me understand!" He Qianlin said with ease.

Zhang Yang blurted out: "But what if she is not human?"

"What does that have to do with me liking her?"

"It doesn't matter why, goblins can live for a long time, but people can only live for a few decades. Could it be that when you are getting old, she is still young? It's strange to think about it!"

"That's not very good. I like her now. It's good that she hasn't changed!" He Qianlin was a little complacent. It would be great if Huahua was always so young and good-looking.

Zhang Yang just felt that his thoughts were a little out of step. Ordinary people shouldn't think so, you don't despise others, but do they despise you?No, I can't ask this question. If He Qianlin gets angry, with her temperament of being ruthless even to the curator she likes, her fate should not be much better.

Zhang Yang said sternly: "I mean the lifespan of a person is limited..."

He Qianlin took a strange look at Zhang Yang, and said as a matter of course: "Of course I killed her before I die, so that she won't be alone!"

Bah, I think you are afraid of being alone, you pervert, shouldn't you say something like set her free and let her remember me forever?This must be sulfuric acid, one sentence would silence Zhang Yang.

He Qianlin ignored Zhang Yang, and shouted loudly from a few steps away from Wang Chunhua: "Huahua, Huahua..."

Wang Chunhua was awakened by the cry, and opened her eyes only to realize that she had fallen asleep while meditating just now. Just as she was about to make a sound, she looked at the beige cloth strip tied on He Qianlin's forehead and suddenly remembered what she had discovered before. Said: "Shut up."

"Huahua, it hurts here." He Qianlin looked straight at Wang Chunhua and pointed to her head.

"It's right for you to hurt, it's best to hurt you to death." Wang Chunhua was a little puzzled, and gave He Qianlin a hard look.

He Qianlin lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "It was my fault just now."

I added in my heart: Well, it's my fault, I didn't put Peony down first, if I cooked raw rice with you, you wouldn't care about me.

He looked up at Wang Chunhua sincerely again, turned around and ran to the car, took out the stone stained with his own blood, and walked to Wang Chunhua.

Wang Chunhua asked vigilantly, "What do you want to do? Don't come here"

"If you are not relieved, just hit me a few more times!"

Looking at the blood-stained stone, Wang Chunhua felt that the bright red on it was extremely dazzling, and saw that He Qianlin's face was pale, probably caused by excessive blood loss. The stone's eyes fell on He Qianlin's hands with a little dried blood again, thinking that her marriage line was actually tied to these hands, and wished to conjure a knife out of thin air and chop off this person's hand.