Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Kong Kong looked at the room with endless worries in his eyes, "He is hating himself"...

Dian Feiluan was startled slightly, as if he understood something.

"Empty, let me ask you, if I was the one who was going to be photographed off the cliff, how would you choose?"

Kong Kong hugged her "Can Fei Luan stop making such assumptions? Do you know that you are no different from an executioner like this."

She paused and pushed him away, went to sit under the Joan tree, looked up at the withered Joan tree.

"In the past, this Qiongshu was always in full bloom. It seems that Ye Qiao took good care of it. He lay down for three months and the Qiongshu was about to die."

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled all over the ground, shining on the entire blue sea and sky, which looked extraordinarily bleak.

In the early morning of the second day, Dian Feiluan and Kong Kong cooked some of his favorite chicken noodle soup in the newly built kitchen.

Knocked on the door, "Ye Qiao, are you awake? Fei Luan and I made some food for you, get out of bed and eat while it's hot."

"emptiness……"

He was stunned for a moment, the voice did not come from the room, but from the yard behind him, he immediately turned his head away, only to find that Ye Qiao was wearing a moon white fairy robe, with a neat bun and a sapphire The hairpin was inserted horizontally in the black hair, allowing the waist-length hair to hang freely on the shoulders and back, with a three-pointed smile on his face, the great fairy master who is gentle and gentle is back!

Kong Kong was surprised, how could a person who had a gloomy, painful and depressed face yesterday change so much overnight? After the surprise, he was a little worried.

He hurried over and looked it over carefully. It was the impression that Ye Qiao was good, but the smile on his face was a bit forced.

After staring blankly at his face for a while, he said, "Ye Qiao, are you alright?"

Ye Qiao hooked the corners of her lips and shook her head slightly.

There was a stalemate for a long time, and he asked tentatively, "You... think about it?"

Ye Qiao nodded with a smile on his face, "Think about it, Ah Zhao will be back."

The first three words didn't matter, but the last six words were empty and trembling, he couldn't sit still and fell off the stone bench, his butt almost broke into four pieces.

This, this, this... This is not thinking about it, this is clearly being delusional!

Kong Kong got up from the ground with a frightened expression on his face, took his hand and was about to signal his pulse, his brow furrowed and then relaxed, held it repeatedly for a long time, and returned his hand after confirming that there was no problem.

"Ye Qiao, you are quite smart, and you should understand that people cannot be brought back to life after death, so don't be fooled."

Ye Qiao looked at him and said: "A Zhao is not dead, I have seen the forbidden woman to see A Zhao's future, A Zhao will not die at the bottom of the cliff."

He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his forehead and said excitedly, "Yes! You have seen Dong Zhao's future, it's better if you don't die...It's better if you don't die!"

He held the teacup in his hand and rubbed it back and forth for a long time, as if he was afraid of something in his heart, "Empty, do you think the forbidden woman will deceive people?"

Kong Kong was stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "The forbidden woman is the god of time, she will not lie."

His eyes were unfocused and he fell into the teacup. "Since he is not dead, why hasn't he come back after more than three months?"

Kong Kong looked at him, and his heart tightened, "Maybe he was caught by something, or the injury was too serious and was picked up by some worldly expert to heal his wounds..."

Ye Qiao glanced at the green-haired mandarin duck who was alone in the blue sea and murmured, "He will come back one day, will he complain that I didn't choose to save him then?"

Thinking of this, Ye Qiao's heart seemed to be sharpened by countless pairs of blunt knives, and the pain was so fierce that he couldn't stand it at all.

He clutched his chest tightly, and sweat instantly soaked his chest and back.

"Ye Qiao, don't scare me." Kong Kong held his shoulder with a worried expression on his face.

He lowered his head and endured it for a moment before he slowly relieved.

"I'm fine."

Dian Feiluan came over with hot and fragrant chicken noodle soup.

Looking at the noodle soup covered with shredded chicken in front of him, Ye Qiao couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

She smiled and said, "I know you like chicken noodle soup, I cook it for you, how about you try it?"

Ye Qiao pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, picked up the bamboo chopsticks, and took a bite. The chicken shredded noodles, which were clearly fragrant and refreshing, were tasteless like chewing wax.

He took a bite and really lost his appetite, so he put down the bamboo chopsticks.

"What's the matter? Doesn't taste good?" Dian Feiluan looked surprised. Thinking about his cooking skills, he had worshiped the God of Cooking. After all, he was also a disciple of the God of Cooking, so it goes without saying.

Ye Qiao smiled and shook his head, "It's not that it tastes bad, but for some reason there seems to be a pile of gravel in my throat, I can't swallow it, I don't want to eat it."

The three words "I don't want to eat" startled Kong Kong and Dian Feiluan.

Not eating is not a very serious matter. Ye Qiaoxiu asked for a long time ago to win the immortal sect, and he would not die if he didn't eat or drink, but because of his greedy mouth, he always liked to eat something so he didn't give up the only pleasure.

His greatest pleasure is to eat, but now he suddenly refuses to eat.

The two looked at each other, eyes full of worry.

Ye Qiao seemed to see their worry, and smiled with crooked eyebrows, "You don't have to worry, it's the same whether I eat or not."

"I'm healed now, you go back."

Kong Kong and Dian Feiluan had exactly the same expression on their faces.

He smiled and said: "Don't worry that I will be overwhelmed, I will live well and wait for Ah Zhao to come back."

Dian Feiluan's heart skipped a beat, he glanced at Kong Kong, and said in a low voice: "Ye Qiao won't be dazed, will he? How could the dead come back?"

Kong Kong lightly patted Dian Feiluan to signal her to be cautious.

Seeing his determination, he said empty-handedly: "Then take good care of yourself, Feiluan and I will come to see you in two days."

Ye Qiao nodded with a smile on his face.

After Dian Feiluan and Kong Kong left, Ye Qiao sat alone in the yard for a whole day. At night, he would go to Dong Zhao's room, make the bed for him, wipe the table, replace it with a new pot of tea, and light a dim Candle lamp sat at the table and stared at the door, waiting for several hours, until the middle of the night he walked slowly back to his room.

Waiting is like a sleepless night, helpless and long.

On the first night, he had a dream, dreaming that his A Zhao came back stepping on the afterglow of the ground, he was kissed by A Zhao, he was lifted up and circled cheerfully above his head, he woke up laughing,... Woke up to find it was a dream.

On the second night, he had another dream. He dreamed that his Azhao came back slowly. The moment he rushed forward to hug him, the flesh and blood on Azhao's body rotted off his foot. With a pair of white bones, he woke up with fright... When he woke up, he found that luckily it was a dream.

On the third night, he had another dream, dreaming that his Ah Zhao came back with resentment on his face, and he wanted to rush to hug him, but he pushed him away mercilessly, asking himself with cold eyes, "Why didn't you save him? Why do you just watch him being knocked off the cliff? Why? Why?" He woke up crying,...waking up to find that it was a dream.

On the fourth night, he had another dream. He dreamed that his Azhao came back wearing a bridegroom robe and laughing at Yan Yan. , He woke up laughing again,... When he woke up, he realized that everything was a dream.

fifth night...

sixth night...