"It's not that many." Lian'er said, "It's just that you know them all by chance."
Guchengbi said to Lian'er, "Lian'er, just go back first by chance."
She put on a helpless expression, picked up the basket for collecting herbs next to her, and left humming a little tune.
"I see that your injuries have healed, and you still have time to do these things now."
Murong Qingshuang put away the prepared poison and the poisonous weeds just picked, "If I don't do this, why should I just sing songs in the house all day?" [
He glanced sideways at her, "If you still have this hobby, when will you sing to me?"
She smiled, very deliberately, "It's okay to sing, but I don't want to look at an incomprehensible face. Hey, are you ugly, so you have low self-esteem?"
Guchengbi stretched out her hand and pointed at her face, "If I am ugly, why should I disguise myself to be so ugly?"
Murong Qingshuang patted the dirt on her hands and walked forward slowly, "Maybe this face is already several levels better than your own. Otherwise, why do you never let others see your true face?"
He was a little careless, "I'm afraid you'll fall in love with me when you see me!"
She sneered contemptuously, "Hell!"
"Otherwise why do you care about what I look like?"
"Even Mu Ling and Lian'er have never seen your true appearance. I just want to study your psychology."
He pretended to be casual and said, "It's for your own good that I don't let you see it."
Murong Qingshuang smiled disdainfully and said, "You think you are Medusa, but I will turn into stone just by looking at you."
"What's so beautiful?" He frowned and became a little interested.
Murong Qingshuang said casually, "It's Medusa! The succubus in Western mythology. Her hair is all snakes. Anyone who looks at her face will immediately turn into a stone statue."
"absurd!"
She said: "This is a myth, but it is not true. Just like the Queen Mother of the West and the Seven Fairies here, can you say that they are all true? They are not spread among the people."
"My hair is not a snake, but my own hair. Look." He tilted his head and showed her the back of his head.
Murong Qingshuang glanced at her and said, "What's so good about hair? Your hair makes people feel poisonous."
Guchengbi said half-seriously, "Seeing as how poisonous you are talking now, it seems that you have done a lot of research. When you are alone, you should be able to survive on your own, right?"
