Sitting on a treacherous minister and good time

The window disappeared, and the next second, he opened the door and walked in.

"Can you save me?" Xia Yu was strangely calm, with the deepest forbearance in her bright black eyes, "Yaoyue taught you, there should be some purpose for coming here. You found me, on condition Is it? As long as I don’t want to be a stove, I promise you the rest.”

"Wow?" Shu Jinxiu sat down in front of the table with a graceful posture. The dilapidated wooden table seemed to have a gorgeous brilliance under his rendering. On the material, eye-catching and confusing.

"What if I ask you to kill little Song Jing to avenge your mother?" Shu Jinxiu's voice sounded softly, "What are you doing?"

Xia Yu was stunned, her eyes filled with pain, even so, she still didn't want to hurt Xiao Jing.That's why I hated myself even more for not being able to avenge my mother.Such contradictory moods gnaw at the heart all the time, and I feel more and more empty in my life.

"It's painful?" Shu Jinxiu's eyes were trembling, and she stretched out her right hand, and suddenly a fingernail-sized lavender diamond-shaped spar appeared in her hand, which was crystal clear and shone with a dreamlike luster, bewitchingly attracting people's attention. "It's painful to think about it, but I have to think about it. Xia Yu, do you want to try this? You will forget a lot of unpleasant things."

The diamond-shaped spar gently left his white palm, slowly floated up, and drifted steadily towards Xia Yu.

His gaze seemed to be drawn by the rhombic spar, Xia Yu stared blankly at the spar, a small piece with flowing and clear luster, deep and shallow purple halos reflected on his pupils at close range, and he seemed to be able to see a piece of it inside. With a sad and painful face, he was on the verge of collapse and went crazy.

"What is this?" His voice echoed in his ears, softly, with hope.Can I forget?unpleasant stuff.

Shu Jinxiu smiled deeply, and the laughter was faintly seductive: "You will know if you try it yourself? Anyway, you are already a person standing on the cliff, so are you still worried that the cliff will be a little higher? "

Xia Yu recognized this sentence in her heart, and finally stretched out her hand, and took the diamond-shaped spar suspended in the air.The hands are cool and moist, and the contoured edges have a firm texture in the palm.

"How to use it?" He lowered his head and carefully looked at the charming little spar. Even if it was Shu Jinxiu's conspiracy, so what?At least, you have to work hard to survive, right?

"It's good to input spiritual power, keep it in your hand." Shu Jinxiu's wine-red eyes slowly turned dark red, with a strange feeling of ghosts, and her voice was extremely soft, like a whisper, " This is, my senior escaped from death and was brought out from the Immortal Cave of Flowing Clouds."

Xia Yu didn't hear what was said later, but she had already unswervingly input spiritual power into the spar.

After the spiritual power was injected into the rhombic spar, a faint purple mist gradually appeared on the surface, along the skin of his palm, like water soaked in sand, and entered his body along the texture of the skin.The purple smoke is getting thicker and thicker, and the diamond-shaped spar is slowly disappearing.

But Xia Yu didn't notice all of this, his mind was already in a trance, the scene in front of him slowly disappeared, and his mother, Xi Zuihua, and Shu Jinxiu seemed to be very far away.Regarding the conflicting emotions of pain and sadness, I suddenly couldn't remember what it was like.

It's just that in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, I saw Song Jing smiling warmly, with a soft gleam in her slender black eyes.Ji Lingge and Tantai Qingyan leaned on each other, looking at him lovingly, as if looking at the treasure in his heart.

The heart is full of joy and happiness, and the feeling of happiness overflows the whole body.The fulfillment and joy that he had never had before really made him forget everything in reality, and he was at ease with Xiao Jing, watching the sky and the lake, painting and practicing, and it seemed that there was no more trouble.

Shu Jinxiu watched Xia Yu's eyes gradually blur, and a happy and happy smile hung on his lips, like an innocent child, smiling contentedly, immersed in a happy dream, unwilling to wake up no matter what.

He also curled his red lips, and smiled evilly: "Hey, holding a dream in your hand is called ten-finger illusion. This little thing seems to have a good effect."

But the dream after all, the illusion will dissipate.A happy mood, like the sand between fingers, will slowly pass away.

After a long time, when the mountains and rivers receded and the people disappeared, when Xia Yu opened her eyes again, the smile on her lips was still frozen there, and the tormenting thoughts surged up again.The mind has been contradictory and desperate.

"Didn't you say that you can forget it?" Xia Yu was greedy in her heart, the scene in the dream was so good, really, she didn't want to come out.If it can come true, I am willing to pay anything.However, he lowered his eyelashes bitterly, this is just a dream, and it will be disillusioned when he wakes up.However, it would be nice if the dream could be longer.

The eyes are dark like a tide, I don't want too much, don't I even have the right to dream?

"Hey, there's a lot more to this one." Shu Jinxiu spread her hands, and her white palms were densely packed with purple rhombic crystals, stacked together, flashing a bewitching light.He pursed his red lips, "If you forget it completely, if you completely immerse yourself in the dream and don't wake up, wouldn't you be too happy? How could there be such a good thing? These ten-finger illusions are just temporary when you can't bear the pain. The pain relief wow."

Is this the one that gave you warm happiness?That feeling of nostalgia and greed... Although it is short-lived, I still want to keep it.

Xia Yu's eyes fell on the purple spar: "What do I want, and you give it to me?"

"Hehe, you don't need to do anything." Shu Jinxiu sat lazily, her dark red eyes filled with a smile, "I won't let you kill little Song Jing. I just want you to be the head of Patriarch Tantai Wow."

66 Undercurrent Raging

更新时间2010-5-1913:01:03字数：3938

Xia Yu was not surprised, he gradually loosened his grip on the bed, his dark eyes were desolate and silent, with a touch of sarcasm: "Can I become the patriarch of the Tantai family? You are Tantai Qingyan, he Is he such an easy person to deal with?"

"Without me, you only have a dead end." Shu Jinxiu interlaced his fingers and propped his chin, "But if I help you, then you will definitely succeed." His dark red eyes are full of confidence that is inevitable , without the slightest hesitation or uncertainty.

"You..." Xia Yu was startled, her eyes were gloomy, "What do I need to do?"

Since there was no other choice, it would not be a big deal to try Shu Jinxiu's method.

Anyway, I just want to live a good life, and I don't want to be like a stone, without emotions and desires, seeing or hearing, the world is dark, and even the sense of touch is deprived.

"You just need to become the head of Patriarch Tantai at the right time." Shu Jinxiu's eyes gleam, with an indescribable evil charm, "I will arrange everything for you. As long as Tantai Qingyan is dead, Tantai The spring water is gone, and you are the only one who can succeed the Tantai family." He raised a white finger and slid it across his chin, and he laughed "giggle": "Wow, the family, blood inheritance is really good. "

Xia Yu pursed her lips, her long silver hair hung down and spread out on the bed.

"What about after inheriting the Patriarch?" He looked into Shu Jinxiu's dark red eyes and asked quietly.

"Of course it's joining forces with our Yaoyue Sect." Shu Jinxiu blinked, "It's just in the dark. The Tantai family is still the leader of the family camp."

Lowering her head, her eyes covered by the shadows, Xia Yu replied in a deep voice: "Okay."

By the Jingpo Lake, Song Jing, who had been lazily sleeping, suddenly woke up. He opened his misty eyes, the residual halo of the setting sun had gradually faded, and the cold wind and night came on the tail of the afterglow.

Turning her head slightly, Song Jing looked at the girl in the pink dress, her slender eyes narrowed: "Hongli?"

"Brother." Hongli's long hair has been combed up, from the vivaciousness of a girl to the rigorous and elegant bun of a woman, it looks out of place on a 13-year-old girl, very weird.

Song Jing's heart was a little pissed, 13-year-old Hongli and 17-year-old Chunshui, whether they got married in the bridal chamber... Although he couldn't imagine it, but for people in Jingchen, this is a common thing.Moreover, Hongli, who is a monk, does not look as green and immature as ordinary little girls.

But, what is Hongli looking for now?

Song Jing's eyes were puzzled, but seeing that Hongli was just standing quietly, as if he had no desire to say something, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "How long have you been here? What's the matter?"

Hong is sour in her heart, why and her brother no longer have the intimacy they had when they were young. When did the gap between the two become wider and wider, like a single-plank bridge built over the abyss, although they are still connected, but Still at stake.

The bridge will be broken, even if it is continuous, it will be maintained all the time, but between the two, who can safely and safely pass through the narrow single-plank bridge to reach the other side?

Feeling sad, but I will not regret this.For the sake of the family, I gave up my brother a lot, so now it is my retribution.Hongli still smiled warmly, but her voice couldn't help being mixed with bitterness: "Brother, I just came. I didn't expect you to wake up. I came here to talk about Tantai Chunshui."

She gritted her teeth as she read the words Tantai Chunshui, full of hatred and hatred for the entire Tantai family.She walked to the front of Song Jing with apologetic eyes: "Brother, I want you to help me take care of him."

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