"Don't pretend in front of me, I'll be angry." Qiongying stood up, walked to him, and smiled.
"I understand, I won't do it anymore." Ye Chen said slowly. Whether it was because of fear or nervousness, he felt a little stiff.
"Very good, I ate it." Qiongying curled her lips and handed the lotus seeds in front of him.
Ye Chen was surprised for a moment, then took it without a doubt and put it in his mouth, because facing her straightforward gaze, his expression flashed a little, and he didn't even taste what was in his mouth.
"Aren't you afraid?" Qiongying looked at him.
"A little bit." Ye Chen replied. Her looking at him like this would scare him, and if he said he was not afraid, she would definitely be angry, and he didn't want to make her angry.
"What are you afraid of?" Qiongying's eyes were filled with jokes. She liked to tease him, looking at him helpless and confused.
"...I don't know." Ye Chen avoided her gaze. He didn't dare to say it, otherwise she would make fun of him.
"I don't know, forget it, do you feel better if you hurt?" Qiongying asked gently and gently in a rare and soft voice.
"...It's much better." Ye Chen looked at her in surprise. He didn't feel any pain. There was a warm current in his body wandering, without any discomfort.
"Your blood has merged into this poison and has adapted to this poison. Unless you release all your blood, you will never be able to get rid of it." Qiongying curled her lips and smiled strangely, and after speaking, she left the hall.
Left Ye Chen with a puzzled look, what does her words mean? She will never get rid of them?
He never thought about getting rid of anything. He kept holding on to it, but he couldn't.
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The night is as cool as water.
To the northwest of the palace is a low green mountain, and there are not many guards and maids.
Therefore, it is extremely quiet whether it is day or night.
The temple is backed by the mountain to the west, making it even quieter and almost deadly.
However, tonight, Qiongying's brows frowned and frowned, and someone in the back mountain disturbed her sleep.
Finally, Qiongying curled her lips evilly, and her cloak drifted towards the back mountain, disturbing her sleep, and was punished.
The late autumn night is very cool, and it enters the heart.
There is no moonlight, the mountains are pitch black, many trees are already bare, only a few withered leaves are struggling to death, and the black branches are like ghosts with twitches dancing in their claws.
A slender figure was cutting down trees with a sword, and after cutting down one tree after another, muttering to himself. From his behavior and tone, he was venting.
"Why?!" he said to himself, lifted his sword and cut off the branches.
The sword was already a little crooked, and the blade was no longer very sharp, and he had not stopped yet.
After a while, he cut down a towering tree. No matter how he cut it, the tree was indifferent.
He seemed angry and used his magic trick and chopped down hard. The tree trembled for a moment, and the sword body penetrated into the trunk. Unfortunately, the sword broke.
He became even more angry, threw the hilt of the sword and kicked the big tree hard. The big tree trembled again, and many leaves fell.
He squatted to the head of the tree without any image. The night was too dark and he couldn't see what expression was on his face, but he felt his sadness.
The leaves fell on his head and body, and his clothes were a little messy and his posture was not very elegant, with no image at all. His usual dignity and elegance fell to the sky.
After squatting for a while, he felt strange, why can't the leaves fall? He irritated the leaves on his body.