"Ah!" Feng Shiqilang had just finished saying the word "venomous snake" when Liu Qingcong felt something squirming on her back. She jumped up, then lost her balance and fell down.
Her exclamation echoed throughout the mountains, and she closed her eyes tightly, thinking secretly: This time she was dead. She thought she must have been beaten to a bloody pulp, but after a long time, she felt no pain. Could it be that she had already been beaten to death?
Have you reported to King Yama? I heard that the human soul will not feel pain after leaving the body. She does not want to see the face of a bull-headed horse. She heard that the two little ghosts are disgustingly ugly. She would rather close her eyes and never see them.
Open.
Feng Shiqilang watched the person in his arms trembling constantly, as if he was thinking about something terrible, and his heart tightened. In order to stop himself from thinking wildly, he shouted: "Hey,
Are you still dreaming?"
How could there be such a sound in the Yama Palace? Liu Qingcong opened her eyes and suddenly exclaimed: "Ah, why are you holding me?"
This sound brought back Feng Shiqilang's consciousness. Men and women were not close to each other, and he actually... thinking of this, he immediately let go of his hand, and Liu Qingcong fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Ah! You want to commit murder." Although the height is not high enough to cause injury or disability, it is still very painful for Liu Qingqiong, who has tender skin and smooth flesh.
Feng Shichiro wanted to help her, but he remembered that men and women were not close to each other, so he could only stand there and ask with concern: "Are you okay?"
"After falling from such a height, do you think it will be okay?" Liu Qingcong simply lay on the ground motionless.
"Then I can only blame you for not being good at studying."
"I don't care, you broke my leg now, you have to pay for my leg. My leg is in pain and I can't walk." Liu Qingcong hugged her leg and ****ed, but her eyes were fixed all the time.
Pay attention to the changes in Feng Shichiro's face.
"Is it that serious? Can she stand up, can she walk?" Seeing her painful expression, Feng Shiqilang was very worried. Seeing her frail body and slender posture, even a slight fall would be enough.
Not worth it.
"I can't get up, I want you to carry me."
Feng Shiqilang was stunned when he heard this sentence, and Liu Qingcong also realized that he had said the wrong thing. Ancient people were very particular about the lack of intimacy between men and women. Any skin contact would be a cold and bad virtue.
Liu Qingcong suddenly stood up from the ground neatly, gritted her teeth and said with a smile: "I was just kidding you. I didn't expect to scare you so easily. It's really not fun." After that, she walked down the mountain.
It turned out that she was just joking, but it really frightened Feng Shichiro. He glared at her and finally caught up with her.
The morning fog in the mountains was very thick, and there were only two of them on the path. Feng Shiqilang suddenly asked: "Are you familiar with the eldest young master?"
Liu Qingcong was shocked, but on the surface she said calmly: "I'm not familiar with it."
"Then he taught you martial arts?"
"He just taught me self-defense moves. He has a good heart. Anyone who wants to learn from him will be willing to teach me." Liu Qingcong's reply was still calm.
"Since he is so good, why do you still come to the sword-making workshop?" Feng Shichiro asked again.
This sentence was like a sharp arrow piercing Liu Qingcong's heart, and she quickened her pace and ran down the mountain.
Chapter completed!