Therefore, before Wan Qing herself knew it, her name in this industry was decided. By the time she found out, it could no longer be changed.
But every time she used this name, she would smile sarcastically.
Blood lotus, the lotus emerges from the mud and remains unstained, but what about the lotus stained with blood?
Wan Qing's face was blocked and pressed, and she closed her eyes subconsciously. Her body was a little stiff. Her arms were numb and trembling a little.
My back hurts a bit, it was padded previously.
However, after feeling my body carefully, I found that apart from some skin and flesh pain, there was nothing wrong with me, and I didn't feel like vomiting blood.
Wan Qing guessed that in this world, there might be no internal skills, no Nine Yin Manual, no great shift of the universe... She was lucky, otherwise, she would have suffered internal injuries from that person's palm just now. She would have to be there no matter what.
Just lie in bed for ten days and a half.
Finally, the man let go of his hand, and Wan Qing immediately opened her eyes slowly. The light in the room was a little dark, but Wan Qing was lucky, and there was a lantern right above her head.
Wan Qing subconsciously looked at the person opposite her, but as her eyes swept, she saw the other person's hand. Then, her eyes fell on his hand that was slowly withdrawing from her body.
Wan Qing kept staring at his hand until he took it back behind her, then she slowly raised her eyes and looked into his eyes little by little.
Looking at this, she felt a little confused, and some anger quietly grew. Wan Qing suddenly sneered, with infinite sarcasm in her voice: "One day, I will be able to move, see, and touch."
He didn't speak, but looked at Wan Qing, with deep guilt and regret in his eyes.
Wan Qing snorted coldly in her heart. Now she feels regretful and guilty. What did she do earlier?
She turned her head and didn't want to look at this person. Even if his face was covered, she still didn't want to see him, at least, now.
She carefully looked at her surroundings.
This is not the yamen where the county magistrate usually handles cases. However, it is not far from the lobby with the mirror hanging high. However, cases are handled there only during the day, but here it is only open at night.
This is a lobby. It's called a lobby, but it actually looks like a pharmacy or a clothing store.