Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

In particular, the cold and gorgeous temperament of the woman in the painting is not similar to Qingcheng's mother.

A charming and cool, is a winter wind like cold, it seems that where he and she passed, all people can't help bowing down and becoming ministers, which is a kind of arrogance that people want to give in.

The other is a kind of gentle and alienated coldness and pride. Bai Jingmo's smile is always warm, but it is also like an untouchable light.

A little similar, but it seems different at all.

Ye Qingcheng shook her head. Besides, her mother has always been a gentle and virtuous woman since she married her father. How could she have anything to do with Claudia on Yuhua's left.

"Your mother... Has no sister or sister?"

"No," Ye Qingcheng walked forward against the wind. The wind seemed to get stronger here, and her hair was flying. "My mother never mentioned it, nor even anything about her life."

"But..."

"Here we are."

Ma Zi also wanted to say that it didn't mean he didn't mention it, but before he finished, ye Qingcheng's footsteps stopped.

Where they stood was a shop that looked grand but dark.

A flag that could not be seen to change into any color fluttered in the wind, even with some rough edges. The words written in pure black ink on it were [medicine shop].

There are carved poisonous snakes circling at each corner of the high upturned eaves.

Pure black wooden doors and antique wooden windows give people a bleak and gloomy feeling of deep palace and cold courtyard.

In particular, the gap between the carved peony and the dragon on the edge of the door has formed a spider web, and even dust. It looks as if no one is inside and has been empty for a long time.

At the end of the bluestone path, several shops have opened their doors, sweeping the fallen leaves in front of the door.

Ye Qingcheng felt that the hue here was gray and black, not even white.

"Knock knock -"

Without a doorknob, ye Qingcheng bent his fingers and knocked at the door.

Ma Zai and others still maintain a high degree of vigilance.

"Knock knock -"

There was no sound inside. Ye Qingcheng said, "is there anyone?"

"Hiss - hiss -"

There was the sound of a broom across the floor. It was very strange. The horse and others immediately took up the gun and aimed at it.

"Are you going into this shop?"

At this time, when everyone didn't pay attention, an old man in rags appeared behind him, which really startled Ye Qingcheng and the horse.

The old woman's face was covered with gullies. There were terrible colors in her eyes. Black receded, and the color of her old pupils was fading.

There was a strange smile on her lips.

"He saw only a beautiful woman... A woman like Claudia..." the old lady smiled on her lips. There was no focal length in her pupil. It was like a scene in a horror film. She stretched out her withered hand and was about to touch Ye Qingcheng

Ye Qingcheng was so frightened that he didn't react for a moment and a half.

"He saw only a beautiful woman like Claudia... He finally waited for you..."

"Your blood... Is the key to the door..."

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