Summoning of cute beasts: Master spoiled me for 3000 years

Chapter 92
"You..." Qian Chong's eyes widened suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the man who was supporting him stiffen suddenly.

The handsome man smiled indifferently, then turned around and smiled strangely at the two men.

The two people who were planning to take another action at first, saw such a weird smile, their hearts suddenly turned cold, and they felt gusts of cold wind whistling past their ears.

In the next second, purple light burst out from the handsome man's eyes. Those lights, dazzling and colorful, are the deadliest weapons.

I saw that the two men didn't even have time to utter an exclamation, and they fell down straight, with deep fear in their eyes, and then, their figures turned into nothingness in an instant.

"Are you alright?" Qian Chong glanced at the handsome man worriedly, while reciting the meditation mantra in his heart, after a long time, the effect of the medicine on his body was slightly suppressed.

"It's okay." The handsome man shook his head, but his body fell to the ground uncontrollably, including Qian Chong, who also fell to the ground.

The figures of the two overlapped and complemented each other, with a touch of blush on their delicate faces, but Qian Chong was so surprised that Qian Chong felt extremely uneasy.

"You're vomiting blood, why are you okay?" Qian Chong said more and more urgently, his eyes were faintly moist, and he was about to cover the handsome man's back with his hands, but he pulled them down without realizing it.

"Don't worry about me, I just need to go back and rest and I'll be fine." Qingjue man stared at Qian Chong with a pair of deep eyes, and then said lightly, the blush at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, and then his figure slowly disappeared indistinct until it disappears completely.

Qian Chong looked at the black fox curled up into a small ball on the ground, with snow-white hair, under the cold moonlight, it looked docile and considerate, but a pair of nimble eyes slowly closed extremely tired.

"Little Pimple." Qian Chong finally couldn't help shouting out, her eyes were gradually covered by the mist, she stretched out her hand, hugged Xiao Pimple in her arms, and gently pressed her chin on his head, her tears were uncontrollable The clatter fell down.

It's no wonder that when she was eating at the same table, she vaguely felt that pair of eyes were familiar to her, but she was so slow that she didn't recognize them as small lumps. No wonder he kept facing her coldly, no wonder he In his eyes, there is sometimes deep and sometimes light loneliness.

He must be blaming her. After being together for such a long time day and night, but after a short separation, she no longer recognizes him.

"Don't cry, the tears are going to burn me." Xiao Geda's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened at this moment, looking at Qian Chonglihua's rainy face, his heart trembled slightly, and then he said softly.

"Little Pimple, it's my fault, it's all my fault." Qian Chong spoke incoherently, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with a wave of her hand, seeing the smile slowly blooming in Xiao Pimple's eyes, she broke into a smile.

Murong Jing calculated the time in his heart, seeing that an hour had passed and Qian Chong hadn't come back, he was unavoidably anxious.

He stood up and walked to the courtyard outside, pondered for a long time, before striding towards the outside of the inn, but at the door, he ran into Qian Chong who was about to come in.

Her steps were a little wobbly, her hair was scattered behind her back, and her big black eyes were obviously just crying, with a slight redness and swelling.

"What's the matter?" Murong Jing quickly turned sideways to let Qian Chong come in, and then asked worriedly, he couldn't help but glanced behind Qian Chong, but he didn't find Xiao Liao, just about to ask a question, Qian Chong had already opened his mouth.

"Little Pimple was injured because of me." After Qian Chong finished speaking, with a slight wave of his hand, Xiao Pimple rolled out of his sleeve.

Murong Jing's eyes settled down, he took a closer look at Little Pimple, and couldn't help but pat Qian Chong's arm comfortingly.

"He's going to be fine, it's just the early stage of advancement, and the body can't bear too much power for a while." After Murong Jing finished speaking, he tapped his hands in mid-air, and a faint warm halo instantly surrounded the little bump. But Xiaopiopao seemed to be very comfortable, he couldn't help stretching, and then fell asleep lazily.

Back in his room, Qian Chong was a little absent-minded. On the one hand, he was worried about Xiao Liao's injury, and on the other hand, he was worried about Qing Yuque's safety.

Suddenly she realized that there seemed to be a hard object under her body. She couldn't help but lit the candle, looked up, and found that it was the family heirloom that Qing Yuque ate and drank at that time, which was used to offset the deduction. Next to it, lay a letter quietly, maybe she didn't find it when she returned to the room for the first time.

"Sister, I have to go, but the only regret is that I didn't have the chance to say goodbye to you personally. During the days we were together, I really regarded you as my sister. After I left, I hope my sister will not forget me. Time, I will definitely go to Qingjue Xianmen to play with you——Qingyuque." The immature words were quietly embellished on the white paper, and Qian Chong read slowly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. meaning.

Well, you little guy, I can't see that you can say such calm and comforting words.However, it looks and feels good and warm.

At night, Qian Chong was awakened by the burning sensation in her body. She sat up subconsciously, and then clutched the quilt in front of her tightly. Her black eyes were wide open, looking at everything in the darkness.

Hotness, restlessness, panic, fear, all kinds of feelings criss-cross in the body, it is not a kind of suffering all the time.

"How could this be?" Qian Chong murmured uneasily, remembering in a trance, the light yellow powder that she inhaled, although she used the meditation spell to dissolve part of the effect of the medicine, but now, that kind of weak, burning feeling , but it is more profound and obvious.

Thinking of this, Qian Chong couldn't help but sit up straight, and then silently recited the meditation mantra, but this time, it didn't work at all, as if there were thousands of ants biting in his heart.

Carefully getting down on the bed, Qian Chong touched the edge of the table, and then prepared to pour a little to check, so as to relieve the heat in her throat. She shook it, but there was no water in the quilt, so she couldn't help but pushed the door and walked out.

In the silent night, the sound of walking was particularly ear-piercing, but Qian Chong had no sense of all this. She just walked forward along the corridor, holding the corridor with one hand so as not to lose her center of gravity and fall to the ground.

"Water, water" murmured constantly, Qian Chong felt as if his throat was on fire, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into boiling water, continuously evaporating.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Qian Chong didn't want to leave, so she simply leaned against the cold wall and slid down slowly. Only in this way could the hot feeling in her body be relieved a bit.

Waves of heat, like an angry and clamoring fire dragon, rampage in the body, relieve a little hot feeling, and wake up again, Qian Chong has no choice but to stand up, but just a few steps forward, I heard a creak, which seems to be The sound of the door being opened.

Qian Chong raised her eyes subconsciously to look, but she couldn't see the outline of anything clearly in the backlight. In the next second, she suddenly stretched out a pair of hands from inside and pulled her body in. Since then, the surroundings have been silent.

　Who is the black hand that suddenly stretched out?Everyone, please be more high-profile, let me see your existence, okay, wave your hands, subscribe to tickets or something, throw them away at will
　　
　
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