In the bathtub, Ting Qingyu raised her hand. On her left hand, the string of colorless beads glowed with different colors.
This bead can only be seen by its owner.
Ting Qingyu tried hard to take it off, but when she touched it, her heart hurt terribly.
"Broken beads are of no use at all!" Ting Qingyu shouted in a low voice. The colorless beads suddenly flashed, and the light became stronger and weaker, just like the fluctuations of human emotions.
"Are you scolding me?"[
"Hmph, of course, broken beads are useless at all!" Ting Qingyu wrinkled her nose and cursed. If this bead is really powerful, why didn't she react when she was chased in the palace? Why didn't she react when she was hit by night fragrance?
?Why couldn’t she help Xiao Wen when he was in trouble?
"Haha, damn girl, why don't you blame me for not helping you? Humph, I am not omnipotent, otherwise I would have come out of this bead long ago!"
Zhuzi was making a sarcastic sound, and Ting Qingyu continued to frown, "Are you a human or a ghost?"
"I am a spiritual beast, and I have been imprisoned under a curse. Hum, please give me some peace. If you insult me again, I will no longer tolerate you. I will break the pearl as a precept and destroy my body."
"Tsk, okay, I won't scold you anymore. Ahem, don't you think you've taken a lot of advantage? You see this lady's body every night..."
"..."
Ting Qingyu blinked, and the colorless beads suddenly lost their color and no longer made any sound.
Tsk, I thought there was a pistachio, but I didn't expect to be scared away by Ting Qingyu.
But the worries came back again. What should she and Xiao Wen do? They were so confused. I really wanted to just kill them.
That night, Ting Qingyu slept extremely uneasily.
For a while, I dreamed of Xiao Wen's face full of alluring beauty, for a while, I dreamed of Che Yue's sad eyes, for a while, I dreamed of my living relatives, and for a while, I dreamed of that cold and arrogant young man...
Unconsciously, her forehead felt cold, and she suddenly woke up. There seemed to be no oxygen in her chest. Ting Qingyu sat up and breathed heavily.
But suddenly, he saw a figure beside the pavilion. Under the cold moonlight, he exuded a cold, arrogant and aloof aura.
Ting Qingyu was heartbroken, but he didn't feel like an assassin. When he took a closer look, it turned out to be that young man with flowing silver hair. It couldn't be that girl Yuan'er, so it must be that Hu Rentian.