Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Dong Zhao hugged Xiao Xun'er, while Ye Qiao walked on the side.

"Master, there are delicious food over there, do you want to eat some?"

"Don't eat..."

"Then I'll go home and make chicken noodle soup for you."

"Don't eat, don't eat what you made."

Ye Qiao knew that this mahogany statue was soaked with Dong Zhao's blood, and Taomu's thoughts were Dong Zhao's thoughts, but he was not him after all.

It was already late when I returned to the blue sea and sky with Xiao Xun'er in my arms.

Dong Zhao was making fun of Xiao Xun'er in the dormitory, and Ye Qiao walked in slowly.

His eyes fell on Dong Zhao.

"You go out, I should sleep."

Dong Zhao looked a little lonely, but got up obediently and walked out.

"Close the door……"

Just as he finished speaking, a painful cry was heard outside the door.

Ye Qiao frowned, his heart immediately hung in his throat, and he broke through the door.

I saw Dong Zhao fell to the ground, tossing and turning in pain.

"What’s wrong with you!"

Ye Qiao's heart tightened, and he rushed over.

Dong Zhao's face was ugly, and he was in great pain, as if he was in great pain.

"Master... Master, Master..."

Faintly heard the sound of firewood burning and cracking, suddenly, the person in his arms was reduced to ashes, and the blood essence hidden in the body of the mahogany statue melted into the dark red line between his eyebrows in wisps of red smoke. in the vertical scar.

The memory of each life is like a giant wave of the ocean, overwhelming and overturning.

Xiao Xun'er heard bloody screams and bursts of mournful cries from outside the door, hid under the table and shivered, and did not dare to go out cautiously until there was no movement outside for a long time.

He saw Ye Qiao slumped on the ground, hugged into a ball and cried very sadly.

The outstretched little hand flinched.

"Father...why are you crying, father?"

"The adoptive father doesn't cry, Xun'er whimpers...the foster father doesn't cry, Xun'er whimpers—"

Xun'er gently wiped the tears on his face with her little hands, she pursed her mouth in distress, and the circles of her eyes suddenly turned red.

Ye Qiao's eyes were red, and his tears were stained with blood, he hugged Xiao Xun'er in his arms.

Xiao Xun'er took out her arm and patted his back lightly.

Xiao Xun'er didn't know why Ye Qiao cried all night that night.

Since that night, why has Ye Qiao been depressed? Why did the foster father suddenly disappear? Did he quarrel with the foster father?

The day Su Bailang picked up Xiao Xun'er, Ye Qiao forced a smile on his face.

Standing alone under the Qiong tree in a daze, he smiled bitterly for a long time, "I can't get rid of you no matter what."

That day the blue sea and the sky were empty.

Ye Qiao reappeared from a formation center.

He went to see the forbidden woman, and the forbidden woman said that fate is doomed, even if the change is only the appearance of change, what should happen will happen.

Dong Zhao will still meet a tragic death.

Just like the four years of waiting, Dong Zhao was trying his best to change this tragic experience, but even without Shen Hui and attending the Fairy Dou Conference, Ye Qiao still waited for four years.

Counting the days, these two days should be the day when Dong Zhao came back.

He stood in the yard, looking at the falling viburnum, he made a terrible decision in his heart.

When he was about to turn around and enter the house, a long-lost voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Master—"

Those two words hit my heart, my heart was full of joy and excitement.

Immediately after, there was heat from behind, and she hugged him tightly from behind.

Dong Zhao worked so hard to reassemble his own soul and practice forbidden and secret techniques to create an immortal body.

He is finally back!Finally, I saw the master who was thinking about it day and night again!

But he ignored one point. Forbidden techniques have backlashes and side effects. Immortality requires a price, and the price is painful. It's like a fate that has been written. After all, it's all dead.

He buried the head in the back of Ye Qiao's neck, and hot tears dripped down on Ye Qiao's body.

"Master, I miss you so much, I'm back."

Ye Qiao's heart trembled, but she took a deep breath, opened his arm abruptly, and pushed him away mercilessly.

"Master?" Dong Zhao's heart skipped a beat, and his voice trembled slightly.

Seeing Ye Qiao's cold expression, Dong Zhao couldn't restrain his fear.

"Master... Master, you..."

Ye Qiao looked at him coldly, "I remembered everything."

Hearing these words, Dong Zhao's legs went limp from fright, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop.

"Master, Master, Master, I was wrong, Master, please forgive me, Master..."

Ye Qiao looked at him coldly, which made Dong Zhao feel cold all over.

"I will never forgive you in my life!" God knows Ye Qiao expended all his strength to squeeze those words out between his teeth.

Dong Zhao cried hard, "Master, Master, I was really wrong, I really know I was wrong, I don't beg Master to forgive me, I just want to stay by Master's side and be with Master well, Master ...Master."

"Get out! I don't want to see you in this life! Get out!"

"I said I don't want you, but I don't want you!"

"roll!"

Dong Zhao cried and begged him, "No, master, don't drive me away. I can't live without master, I can't live without master... woo woo woo..."

Ye Qiao suddenly summoned Chixiao Sword, and hung the sword directly around his neck.

This action scared Dong Zhao out of his wits.

"Aren't you going! I'll show you to death!"

"No, no! I'll go, I'll go, Master, put down your sword, I'll go, I'll go now... I'll go now."

Dong Zhao got up and disappeared into the blue sea and sky in an instant.

The strong back suddenly softened.

He leaned his back in front of the door before barely standing still.

The coldness in his eyes suddenly turned into softness.

"Azhao, fate is doomed. I thought I would try my best to change it, but it was a dead end. I just want you to live a long life. Why is it so difficult?"

"If there is an afterlife, I will forgive you and stay with you well."

On the second day, Dong Zhao couldn't help but secretly ran back with the roast chicken.

Ye Qiao was not seen in the courtyard, nor was he seen in the main hall, nor in the back mountain.

He began to feel uneasy, as if something bad was about to happen.

He stood in front of the bedroom door, his heart beating thumpingly.

The door was not locked, and it was pushed open lightly.

A violent uneasiness hit the heart and spread to the whole body.

There was no one in the main hall, so Dong Zhao walked inside with a heart hanging.

"Master?"

"Master..."

He called out twice.

There was a person lying flat on the bed, quietly lying there with his eyes closed.

"Master?"

He called again.

The man on the bed didn't respond.

Dong Zhao felt as if a heavy stone was weighing on his heart, and he couldn't breathe.

His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he moved to the bed step by step.

The person on the bed, with a face as white as paper, looked palpitating, and could not hear any breathing.

"Master..."

Dong Zhao's voice began to tremble, and he stretched out a trembling hand to touch his cheek lightly.

It was shiveringly cold.

Only now did he see the deep scar on his neck, and the blood had dried up.

"what!!"

"Master!"

He picked up the "sleeping" person on the bed like crazy.

"Master!"

A desolate roar resounded throughout the bedroom, and the sound of howling and crying surrounded the blue sea and sky for seven days.

Since fate cannot be changed, if God insists on taking a person's life, he will exchange his life for another.

Ye Qiao used his own life to give destiny an explanation, breaking the fate.