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Chapter 1183 Can't trap righteous people

Chapter 1183: Can’t trap people with righteous thoughts

The third elder took the token and the fairy grass with his wrinkled hands, and his turbid eyes swept across the roots of the fairy grass: "Three-year fairy grass, Xiaojiu, where did you come from?"

"Freshly picked."

Chu Yue told the truth and took out the written note written by Lu Qiong, "Also with this written note, give it to Wushen Temple and ask Wushen Temple to come forward to find Shenxuan to get back 500 million. As for the fairy medicine field,

Remember, you must let Ancestor Wu know that this is his thank you gift for unblocking my muscles and veins at the foot of Futu Mountain."

The third elder looked at the black and white writing on the paper and then looked at the fairy grass. He was shocked.

There was so much news that it was difficult to digest at once.

"The Temple of Martial Arts is far away from the Zhanzhan Academy. The competition in the north is coming soon. I will go to the east to use the teleportation platform and try to go back early."

The third elder carefully put away his things and immediately walked out of the academy, heading straight to the eastern teleportation platform to deal with the matters Chu Yue told him.

Chu Yue raised her eyes and looked at the dark red sky in the evening, as if she could see the cruel struggle in the fairy medicine field through the hazy bloody sunset.

She set up a trap.

A situation that cannot trap people with good intentions, but can make those who are motivated by profit dig their own graves!

Next to it, a white horse riding in the snow stopped beside a black and gold unicorn.

Xiao Li looked at the girl's thin back, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

It was like returning to a jungle filled with bullets in an instant.

She was young and green, but her hands were stained with blood. She stood behind and looked passionately at Sister Xiaoyue's back.

Time flies, and time flies by.

The stars and the moon change, and destiny creates.

She and Sister Xiaoyue are just like before.

...

After a while, everyone returned to Ziyuan and Fenghua Palace.

The seventh elder's long arms surrounded the beautiful woman, trying to transfer warmth to Qin Wuyi.

The maroon horse stopped in Qin Wuyi's attic courtyard. Qin Wuyi was about to take off the red silk covering his eyes, but the seventh elder restrained his wrist.

The seventh elder hugged her horizontally and stepped into the courtyard. The fiery red gown was the most intense color in the world.

"I can walk by myself." Qin Wuyi said.

"Widow Qin, you want to throw it away after you use it?" the seventh elder said secretly.

Qin Wuyi pursed her lips, but her hands like mutton-fat jade tightly twisted the sleeves of her shirt.

"Lao Qi."

She lowered her head, the end of the red silk swaying in the cool breeze, and said meaningfully: "I wish I had met you earlier."

If she had still had the courage to make a desperate move when she was young, even if she lost everything, even if she was bruised and bruised, she would have smashed the southern wall.

How could she not know what the seventh elder was thinking, but when she gave birth to a stillborn child, she was filled with grief, anger, and excessive fear. Coupled with her physical condition, she would never be able to have an heir in this life.

This was something she found out later.

The seventh elder's eyes were dim, and he changed his usual careless attitude and said in a deep voice: "It's because I came late."

But fortunately for him, it wasn't too late.

Qin Wuyi pursed his lips and said nothing.

The seventh elder carried her back to the attic and placed her on the soft bed.

"Your wound is open. I'll give you medicine and then have a good rest."

The seventh elder closed his eyes, gently peeled off the clothes on Qin Wuyi's shoulders, took off the old cloth, sprinkled new medicine on it, bandaged it again, and fastened the clothes again.

He slowly opened his eyes, and with a small tremble of his slender hands, he took off the red silk from Qin Wuyi's eyes.

Qin Wuyi was lying on the bed as calm as water, staring at her with her narrow beautiful eyes, saying nothing, but there was all kinds of charm coming from her bones.

Qin Wuyi coughed a few times, and in order to relieve the embarrassment, he reached out and played with the seventh elder's thick, snow-white beard.

But what I didn't expect was that with such a tug, it was completely pulled off, and what came into view was a handsome face.

Qin Wuyi blinked his eyes and slightly opened his red lips.

emotion......

The seventh elder is just pretending to be old.

The seventh elder was stunned for a while, turned his head and looked away unnaturally, and said, "Don't tell anyone, otherwise you will have no dignity to teach your disciples in the future."

Qin Wuyi chuckled lightly and stood up from the bed. There were unopened wine jars all around the room.

"Lao Qi, take a sip?" Qin Wuyi asked.

"You are injured and should not drink."

"Just don't let Xiaojiu know." Qin Wuyi stared into his eyes, "Just this once."

The seventh elder knew that Qin Wuyi was feeling depressed, so he agreed to come down and have a drink with her.

There was a small wooden table in the center of the bed, and the two of them drank wine with wine bowls in hand.

Qin Wuyi drank the wine in the bowl in one gulp and said mockingly: "Lao Qi, do you know that I can never have another child of my own in this life?"

The seventh elder paused in taking the wine and looked at her sideways.

Qin Wuyi said: "I once gave birth to a stillborn fetus. From then on, the congestion in the abdominal cavity was difficult to disperse, and it cannot happen again."

She pretended to be half drunk and said what she wanted to do to make the Seventh Elder retreat.

The seventh elder remained silent and drank his dull wine.

After a long time, he asked: "Is it Jun Xiazhu's?"

Qin Wuyi poured a jar of wine into his mouth and nodded.

"I'm going to kill him!"

The seventh elder roared angrily and was about to rush out. Qin Wuyi had quick eyes and quick hands and hugged him from behind, "Don't go. I will kill him later."

Perhaps because he was afraid of hurting Qin Wuyi's wound, the seventh elder calmed down, turned around slowly, and looked into Qin Wuyi's eyes.

Qin Wuyi, who was slightly drunk, had a charming and charming mist in his eyes.

The man smelling of alcohol pushed her back to the edge of the bed, lowered his head and bit the soft red color. It was the touch in the dream, the hazy ups and downs that were out of control.


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