Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Girl also likes this manzhushahua?" At some point, the old man stood beside Qingyun.

"I can't say I like it, but." Slowly squatting down, stroking the flirtatious petals, Qingyun said quietly: "My mother loved this flower very much during her lifetime, and this junior just thinks about others when she sees things."

"Before she was alive? The girl said that Lingtang has already..."

"My mother and father passed away one after another when the younger generation was one year old."

"died?"

Hearing the pain and excitement in the old man's frightened tone, Qingyun got up and faced him: "Don't you know my mother and father, old man?"

It seems that after a long time, and it seems that it is only in the blink of an eye, the old man has calmed down his abnormal emotions, and his voice has returned to his usual indifference, but there is bitterness from the vicissitudes of life, and there is a touch of guilt: "I don't know. It's just an old friend of the old man. I also like this Manzhushahua, and the girl's appearance is somewhat similar to that old friend, so I have this question." After speaking, he turned and left.

Looking at the lonely back of the old man, Qing Yun frowned slightly, her eyes as silent as water.

Although she has never seen the faces of her parents, but according to her father, she looks seventy-eight percent like her mother, and the old man in the old man's mouth is really her mother?Or someone else?

Since that day, the old man has never appeared again.

Three days later, Qingyun and Situ Jingyu left the bamboo house, followed the secret path map left by the old man and returned to the top of the mountain.

The scenery on the mountain is still the same, but the body of the man in black was cut off piece by piece by someone with a sharp weapon, and the pile of white bones is also covered with various ugly bugs. The cold mountain wind blows by, making people feel eerie terror.

The two were just about to leave when they heard a strange sound from the edge of the cliff. Situ Jingyu immediately stepped back to protect Qingyun, and then stood in front of her with a silver gun in his hand.

When a black figure rushed up from the cliff, both Qingyun and Situ Jingyu were stunned, and then another red figure also jumped up from below, and almost fell when it landed, but fortunately, that person was not weak, so he swayed He stabilized his figure.

Seeing the haggard and embarrassed two people exuding a chilly aura, Qingyun walked out from behind Situ Jingyu: "Chen Yu, third brother, why are you here?"

If we say that Mo Xuan usually has a playful smile and a calm and charming face, then at this moment, he is like a sharp sword that has been hidden in a sword box for too long and is eager to bloodthirsty, with those scarlet and ruthless bewitching eyes, and the haze of the coming storm. , are chilling.

And Sima Rui, who was emaciated in body and spirit, was full of danger, as if the world would collapse in just a glance.

"Xiyan (Jiu'er)----"

A clear and familiar voice came, and the two people who were originally anxious and furious couldn't help being shocked, as if seeing an oasis in a dry desert, or as if a cool breeze ushered in a hot summer day, so they all looked at the man standing not far away, with calm faces People like water.

Sima Rui Sulai had an undisguised joy on his expressionless face, and he hurried forward to embrace her in his arms, but Mo Xuan took her a step ahead, his eyes sank, and deep anger overflowed from the corners of his lips One and a half strands.

Hugging her tightly with both arms, he buried his head in her lightly fragrant hair, feeling her warm breath, Mo Xuan's heart that had been hanging for many days finally fell down, his hoarse voice revealed fear and awe. Fortunately: "Xi Yan, you're fine, that's great!"

There seemed to be no scent of medicine in his nostrils, Qingyun was a little at a loss, but also felt inexplicably at ease, and when he couldn't break free, he let him go.

Seeing the two people embracing each other so harmoniously and beautifully, the initial anger on Sima Rui's face was only left with desolate and melancholy emotions.

Situ Jingyu, who was standing quietly all the time, felt lost in his heart.