Beauty Master: Blackened scoundrels are sick girls

Getting together and going away are all deceiving children, and it hurts when you leave.

Dong Zhao didn't even know how he got out of the bedroom.

After going out, he looked up at the gradually whitening sky, and tried hard not to let tears fall from his eyes, but the tears kept pouring out from the corners of his eyes like a flood.

"I still don't have to be stubborn, I can't do it without you, I really can't..."

In that room, he performed teasing, frivolous, insulting, and vicious performances to the fullest.

"Master, please hate me, hate me to the core. This way... if I die, Master will not be sad for me. I'm sorry, Master. I love you, but sometimes I don't listen to you. "

He knew Ye Qiao's intentions, and he understood his own intentions even more, but there were too many insurmountable hurdles between them.

If he wasn't Dong Chongyang's son, if Ye Qiao hadn't killed his parents, if none of this had happened...

Perhaps he and Ye Qiao should be a model couple in the world of cultivating immortals, a happiness that no one else can envy.

But there are too many bad things... He can't turn back, and he can't turn back.

The moment he understood Ye Qiao's intentions, he was relieved, the master loved him, and he also loved the master.

But he was sorry for Ye Qiao, and Ye Qiao was also sorry for him.

From the moment he decided to self-destruct his cultivation, he made up his mind to seek death.

There is really nothing to miss in this world, except for Ye Qiao, he is really worried, and he knows Ye Qiao's kind and affectionate temperament.

He was really afraid that after he died, Ye Qiao would die with him, although his thoughts were a bit arrogant, overestimated, and ridiculous.

But just in case, he still has to be a bad person before he dies. It is not because he is sincere to insult and ridicule him. If not, Dong Zhao knows that only harsh words will not work for him, because It was too soft, and only when he really trampled on the elegant and noble dignity that he valued was the way to hit a person the most.

Only by using this method to make Ye Qiao terribly disappointed in him and hate him can he achieve his goal.

Dong Zhao smiled, his face full of bitterness, "I thought that people who love each other will be together, but now I find that I am really ignorant. It turns out that there are really two people who like each other, miss each other, and can't forget each other." , but cannot be together."

He looked back at the door of the dormitory, and smiled.

"Yuan, if there is an afterlife, I just hope that we will be honest and innocent, without hindrance... There is no doubt about love and affection." He lightly pecked at the red line on his ring finger.

The clamor at the bottom of the mountain was getting louder and louder, and it was about to rush to the top of the mountain with the blue sea and sky.

Dong Zhao's eyes were indifferent, with an indescribable calmness on his face.

"Master, I'm leaving. I can't ask them to come to the mountain. The blue sea and the sky are your residence. Their dirty feet are not worthy of stepping in, let alone disturbing your cleanliness."

Holding the sword, Dong Zhao resolutely walked down the mountain. Now that his cultivation base is completely ruined, he is afraid that if he walks down, he will be hacked to death by random knives.

The sound of fighting at the foot of the mountain resounded through the sky.

In the dormitory, Ye Qiao lay paralyzed on the ground, his eyes were hollow and distressing.

Suddenly the door was pushed open a thin crack, revealing a big watery eye blinking, and when he finally saw the person inside clearly, the door was pushed open directly.

Xiao Xun'er happily ran towards him.

"Father—"

The waxy voice came to his ears, Ye Qiao trembled all over, and quickly got up.

I saw Xiao Xun'er running towards him alive and kicking, with both arms wrapped around his neck.

He was stunned...

"Xun... Xun'er?"

Xiao Xun'er hugged him and rubbed against his neck.

"Father, Xun'er misses you so much, the door of your bedroom can't be opened all the time, Xun'er thought you weren't here."

Ye Qiao was stunned.

Xun'er is still alive and well... He lied to me... Lied to me!

The ring finger of his right hand tied with a red thread trembled slightly, and a bad feeling hit his whole body.

"Azhao...Azhao..."

He left Xun'er behind, stumbled and rushed out the door.

Xiao Xun'er shouted anxiously, "Father...it's raining heavily outside, you'll get wet!"

The sky was thundering and lightning, and it was pouring rain, as if it was going to drown the world.

Ye Qiao ran down the mountain barefoot, her white robe swaying in the wind and rain, and the hillside was covered with deep marks and shallow marks.

When Ye Qiao chased him not far down the mountain, there was blood mixed with rainwater all over the ground, and those pure white jade feet were finally covered with blood and mud.

The battle seemed to be over, everyone evacuated, corpses were everywhere, but Dong Zhao was nowhere to be seen.

"Azhao!" A roar pierced through the entire forest.

"Azhao!" There was another heart-piercing cry, as if it was going to shake a hole in the heaven.

"Ah Zhao!" The hysteria was full of despair, and it was about to overthrow the underworld.

There were piles of corpses in front of him, and he started digging through the corpses with his bare hands like crazy, opening one after another, one after another...

He couldn't hear what he was muttering, and his hands were covered with blood, whether it was the corpse's or his own.

The word "Azhao" reverberated in the forest all night, and it lasted for a long time.

He didn't know how many corpses he had uncovered. Just as he lifted the face-down corpses under his feet, a head suddenly rolled into his sight.

Out of the corner of the eye, at that moment, his whole body froze like an electric shock, the movements of his hands stopped abruptly, his neck was like a heavy shackle, and he turned his head slowly mechanically.

Looking straight ahead, it was like a thunderbolt!

Ye Qiao bent her waist and stretched out her hands, as if time was frozen.

That head belonged to Dong Zhao.

Those eyes were still as bright and sharp as a cold eagle, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if to comfort Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao only felt the darkness in front of his eyes, and his body stiffened for a moment as if his acupuncture points had been tapped. After he could control his actions, he threw himself on the ground and hugged the bloody head in his arms.

The collapse suddenly swept the whole body.

I knew you were going to go, I knew it from the beginning, but I just couldn't accept it...

He held the head in his arms tightly, letting the heavy rain pour on his body, the tears could not be distinguished from the rain, and the desperate cry echoed in the woods on a rainy night, causing people's liver and gallbladder to burst. Burn!

Xiao Xun'er vaguely remembered that when she saw Ye Qiao again, it was already the morning of the next day, and the door of the dormitory was tightly bolted inside, and he couldn't open it no matter how hard he pushed.

Through the crack of the door, I vaguely saw the adoptive father holding a needle and thread, his face was dull, his eyes were red and swollen, he was leaning on the master's body, carefully mending something, and a teardrop would fall from time to time.

At that time, Xiao Xun'er didn't understand why the adoptive father and master locked themselves in the house and why did the adoptive father sleep with the master in his arms every day, why didn't he come out to play?Isn't it boring?

Ye Qiao hugged Dong Zhao's corpse for three whole days, and couldn't squeeze a single tear from his eyes. He stared at his corpse dryly and sorely for a long, long time...

It was supposed to be the age of a young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, full of vigor and high spirits, a carefree, unrestrained and unruly boy's best time, but the bright, handsome and compelling young man fell in his best time.

do you know?When you know that a person will die tragically soon, how painful it is, no matter how hard you try, in the end...

Ye Qiao is unwilling!He wants to fight against the destiny, he wants to let him live to be a hundred years old!