Qin Juexiang looked straight.

The beggar walked to the back door of the courtyard, turned his head and smiled at Xinlu, "Let's go,"

Xinlu closed the wooden basin and slightly raised her head.

The beggar opened the door and left, Xinlu returned to the room, stretching the sheets [Xianmo: The previous chapter said "wrinkled", He Shenli, and everyone understood,], laying the kang again, Qin Juexiang's muscles trembled on his face, turned sideways and asked Hsinchu in a low voice: "Who is that she," Hsinchu drooped his head: "...It's not someone, it's just an ordinary guest..." Qin Juexiang grabbed his collar and stared at him, "What customer," Hsinchu was so scared that he shook: "That's the kind that he picked up every day..."

Qin Juexiang almost opened his eyes and hurriedly covered his mouth tightly. After a long time, he took a breath and pressed his throat hard: "Why don't you report it?" Hsinchu shrank back like a hot one, opening his mouth to speak, suddenly heard a light sound behind the bookshelf wall, and there was a sound of clothes rubbing down on the floor. Qin Juexiang quickly rolled over to the side of the door and gently pushed the bookshelf door away. It was quiet outside, and the light and shadow were dim. He came out and saw the little shady monk who was leading the way was softly tilted beside the bookshelf. He came over to take a breath and the person was already dead.

Qin Juexiang quickly searched among the attics, and no one was seen. He looked down at the stairs. The Sutra Pavilion was empty. He thought, "It is impossible that someone is faster than my light skills." When he came back to re-examine the little novice monk's body, he could not see any external injuries. He said it was poisoning but not like it. He reached out and held his elbow, and his forearm bent softly, as if there were no bones.

"Damn it, it's strange," Qin Juexiang felt puzzled and dragged the little shaman's body into the dark room. When Hsinchu saw the soft appearance of the body, it suddenly rushed up the toilet lid and spit out. Qin Juexiang said softly: "Don't make a sound," he looked at the window and saw Xinlu not noticed anything. He let go of the little shaman and came over to grab Hsinchu again: "What's going on?"

Hsinchu closed her mouth, her eyes full of horror, and she didn't say a word.

Qin Juexiang looked back at the corpse and seemed to have some idea: "Someone threatened you, but you are not afraid of him. Who is he?" Seeing that Hsinchu was still speechless, he reached down and grabbed Hsinchu's crotch: "You have two chances, but it can't grow up." Hsinchu was full of fear and shook her head repeatedly. Qin Juexiang's eyes showed ruthlessness. He pressed his mouth with his left hand and gave his right hand a force. Hsinchu's eyes immediately rounded, his legs twitched, and his throat was muffled.

After a while, the pain passed, and his body was not twitching. Qin Juexiang said, "There is one left," and felt Hsinchu's lips moving, so he easily opened his hand pressing his mouth: "Tell me, who is threatening you," Hsinchu said tremblingly: "Not a human, but a ghost..." Qin Juexiang said, "Farting, there are no ghosts in the world? What have you seen before?" Hsinchu said, "It's really a white body, can float... and help me..." Qin Juexiang was very unrestrained: "It's really a fucking..." Suddenly, there was a "ding-dong" sound coming from afar, as if it was several floors of the yard, and hurriedly asked, "What's this for?" Hsinchu said, "It's time to vegetarian,... and then evening class,"

Qin Juexiang turned around and looked at the window. Xinlu closed the door and window, and carried the bowl to the front yard.

He endured for a moment, and probably Xinlu had walked away. He pushed the window and turned around and closed it. [Xianmo: It's because if Xinlu came back after listening to the sound of the foot, he could escape along another route. Close the window, and avoid the detection of this surveillance point.], jumped down from the eaves, opened the door and entered the room.

The light is a little dark, but everything can be seen clearly.

He ran to the side of the kang first, reached out to touch the quilt, and there was a little temperature left on it. When he leaned his head and smelled it, there was a familiar smell mixed with the stinky smell. He suddenly felt uncomfortable and turned his head away.

The house is simply furnished, with only an old wooden table with pen holders, ink blocks, inkstones, and thin booklets. The wooden basin is placed obliquely under the table and a wooden chair is placed next to it.

He walked to the table and picked up the book. He saw five words written on the cover: Liu Xin Shen Hua Record, which is Xin Lu's pen style. The title of the book is a bit weird. He opened it and found that it was full of fly-headed small calligraphy, recording the date, the initial symptoms of the onset, moderate and severe symptoms, the effect of treatment, cure, treatment summary, etc. Even after turning several pages, it was like this. The symptoms were described in detail and real, which made his scalp numb, and he thought to himself: "This is all the records of Hua Liu patients... It turns out that Sister Xin treats these people..." He felt a little relaxed, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "The beggar who just went out was obviously a man..." After carefully reading it, there was indeed only record of Hua Liu in the book.

He thought about the book, and felt strange in his heart. He suddenly remembered Xinlu's work and food here to save people by the method. His fingers loosened, and the book "bang" fell on the table, his eyes widened: "Sister Xin..." Looking at the title of the book, he suddenly understood: Heart ginseng is miserable, Liu Xin ginseng Flower Record is a record of flowers and willows. The so-called "unintentional planting willows, her willow heart is unintentional, she had no intention of this, but because I passed on her dirty disease, the result... did she think this is a kind of fate method, so she began this kind of career and took herself...

As soon as the door of the wing room sounded, Xinlu held a half-bobazhai rice with her hands and appeared beside the door.

Qin Juexiang looked at her, and his body seemed to be petrified.

Xinlu was just a little stunned and smiled faintly, "You are here, [Xian Mo: With this peace, I am letting go," he stepped into the house and closed the door.

It was already dark, and some light came in the window paper, painting both of them a layer of blue.

Xinlu pointed his hand at the kang: "Sit," she turned around, sat on a chair, begged to face the window, and bowed her head to start eating.

"Sister Xin..." Qin Juexiang called out softly, feeling a little distorted, and he choked up: "What are you doing here, what are you doing?"

Xinlu swallowed the food in her mouth, stopped eating a little, and looked at the bowl and said, "When you separated from Hanyang, you sent someone to follow me. When you arrived here, there were also people who passed on letters from Feige every day, and you didn't know everything about me, and what else is there for you." After that, he closed his eyelids and continued to eat.

Qin Juexiang stepped forward to pick up the book Liu Xin Gan Hua: "This is what you recorded your condition, right? You took yourself... Is it?"

Xinlu no longer answered him.

Qin Juexiang held the book and watched her eat silently.

After a while, Xinlu finished eating, put the bowl on her legs with her hands, looked at the dark window paper and said, "Yes,"

Qin Juexiang held the book tightly, his lips trembled for a while, and his eyes were sad: "Why are you doing this? Are you taking revenge on me? Or you'll take revenge on yourself," he pulled the book into pieces.

Seeing the snow on the room full of paper, Xin Lu laughed. She gently placed the bowl on the table, stood up, loosened her belt, pulled the collar and spread her arms.

Her skin was moist and delicate, just like before, but as the clothes opened, a fishy smell overflowed. Qin Juexiang's eyes fell in an instant, falling into a place, as if they were trapped in mud. He suddenly closed his eyes tightly, covered his face and shouted: "No, this is not,"

Xinlu sneered: "You see, the body you love is now a real smelly skin. How about it, are you willing to want it?"

"I want,"

Qin Juexiang burst into tears and rushed up and hugged her tightly: "I want it, I want it, of course I want you, sister, I have harmed you, I will not change, no matter what you become, I will not change, I can cure you, you are still my good sister Xin, you will always be,"

The crying tremor came violently to the depths of her lungs. Xinlu never expected this to happen. The sound of the slaughtering the Chu Gengzi came from afar: "Dong,,,dong," and slapping three times, as if even her heart was shaking three times.

She took a breath and raised her head high, glaring back her tears.

"Let go," she said coldly: "I am not someone's sister, now I am just a prostitute," she pushed forward.

Qin Juexiang was caught off guard and took two steps back and fell on the edge of the kang. He was stunned for a moment, suddenly wiped his tears, nodded and said, "Okay," he reached into his arms to tear it out, shook the silver notes, fire breaks, short guns, labels, and Dongchang Jiabao and other miscellaneous items, slapped them on the kang, and said, "I'll buy you,"

Xinlu closed the collar and tied the belt: "Everyone in the world is willing to sell my body, but I won't sell it to you," [Xian Mo: I'm so heartless, it's actually the expression of love, which is re-engraved,]

Qin Juexiang said, "Sister, let's get sick together, we will get guilty together. Even if we are rotten to death, even if we are rotten into a pool of mud, I will still be rotten with you together." As he rushed up, he was about to be hard. Xin Lu hurriedly shouted, "You dare to take another step forward, and I will break my heart."

Qin Juexiang knew her temper well, and that was enough to say it, so he could do it. He suddenly stopped and looked straight at Xinlu's face. Suddenly he had an idea. He turned around and plucked it in the pile of things on the kang. He turned to a small bottle of square edges, held it in his hand, and said, "Sister Xin, this is the 'odor and kidney burn'. Take it. If you don't get along with someone within three hours, you will die of blood spurting on seven holes. Last time I told you, it was because I mistakenly accepted it that I found the brothel, and I was sick to you again,"

"Shut up," Xinlu said coldly: "Why are you talking to me about these things? I want me to forgive you,"

Qin Juexiang stopped talking, twisted off the lid and opened his mouth, and poured the entire bottle of powder into his mouth.

"you,"

Xinlu took a half step forward and stopped, watching him chew a few bites like a raw face, drying all the powder.

She stared at Qin Juexiang for a long time, nodded, and said coldly: "I understand, haha, do you think I will still be as kind as before? You still think that I will save you. You see through my soft heart. If you are sure, I will be bullied. Get out of here."

Qin Juexiang sat down at the edge of the kang: "I won't leave, I'll sit here today. Either you save me or let me die here. I will do what I say,"

"Okay, you won't leave, I'll leave,"

Xinlu pushed the door out, and Buyin quickly left.

The wooden door "crunched", shook a few times, and slowly stopped.

The moonlight is dim and frost marks are cut into the ground.

Qin Juexiang sat straight.

,,If you really want to die, then go and die.

Three hours, there are still many past events to remember...

But he suddenly realized that his mind was blank and he could not remember anything.

Time goes very slowly.

His back gradually hunched down, while another part of his limbs rose up.

"Dong, dun,"

This is the second update of the Bangzi.

Is time fast or slow?

He felt his brain swelling, and he had already stretched the eardrum in his ears thinly, and could no longer withstand the slight polishing of the sound of the clapper.

There was a drop of liquid, one drop, one drop, and one drop, on the edge of the kang between the legs, thick and dark.

It was because of the effect of the medicine... He thought that he could only pick a little of this medicine with his fingernail cap, but he swallowed the entire bottle himself.

In other words, this will greatly lead to death...

The blood seemed to be oozing out between the skin, and the body seemed to be covered with sweat. It was blood, sweat, or... mud. He touched the back of his hand, but it seemed that there was nothing.

He felt something in his ears and eyes, so he stretched out his little finger and snucked it. A stream of water flowed out, slurped, and then turned into drip, drip, drip...

Looking at my hands, there was a black oily liquid on it, and an unprecedented panic hit my heart.

Sister Xin, Sister Xin, are you really no longer caring about me?

"Dong,,,dong,dong,dong," the sound of the clapper went away.

Three, three updates.

This is the last hour...

"Dong, dun,"

Why, why did you play the second update again?

"Dongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdongdong,"

Why is Bangzi so fast? What's wrong? He hugged his head, but couldn't stop the sound from shaking in his mind. Like a death-seeking talisman, the sound of Bangzi kept ringing, as if it had turned into a caterpillar, a cockroach, a maggot, from the ears, from the mouth, from the nostrils, from the gaps in the eyelids, from the tips of his nails, from the roots of his hair, from every pore in his body...

Suddenly, there was a gentle sound in the yard.

"I'm back, I'm back, Sister Xin, Sister Xin,"

He stood up suddenly, his head buzzed and fainted. Then he heard a sound of a jam. The window lattice behind him was broken. He looked back and saw a big dog that broke the window lattice and fell on the kang. Outside the cracked window, a white and petite figure appeared under the moonlight, as if this body had also become part of the moonlight, and only the shadow on the side was the entity.

This figure has a cute face, as white as the moon, and a small braid is tied behind her head. Her eyes are sharp shade, like moonlight grinding into powder, refined into steel, and made into blades.

After being swept by this gaze, Qin Jue's body sounded like a cut.

"Xiaoqing, what are you doing,"

The voice behind him went hoarse, and he felt his voice lit up like it was on fire.

Xiaoqing smiled slightly in the yard: "What are you doing? I'll give you a bride," she slapped her mouth to the limp dog on the kang: "Mother, hoho hoho hoho hoho hoho hoho,"

The laughter was extremely strange, and Qin Juexiang was creepy: "You...you are crazy,"

Xiaoqing said gently: "It's crazy, maybe I just thought, since you treat me as your wife, then the couple should naturally have a blessing to share,"

Qin Juexiang remembered the scene when Chen Zhibin was searching for her in the Hundred Swords League General Assembly, and understood the meaning of this sentence [Xian Mo: This story is hidden lightly, but it is too miserable. It is even worse than Qin Ziyin's deep-burned story. If you can't understand it, it's better not to understand it.], I couldn't help laughing: "So that's it, Xiaoqing, you really have backbone,"

Xiao Qing said with a charming look like silk: "Is that so? I don't believe you have backbone. I think you can do anything to survive. Don't worry, this dog is not sick and cleaner than humans. What about my good man, my Young Master Qin, General Secretary Qin, show the girl your backbone,"

Qin Juexiang jumped out of the window, rushed towards her, hugged her in her arms, and said with a smile: "Isn't you much better than a dog with you?"
To be continued...