Chapter three hundred and eighteen: first encounter
Linlang lay on her back with tears on her face, feeling the burning pain in her body like a burning fire for a while, and the cold pain like ice erosion for a while. Linlang's body was trembling with convulsions, her lips were trembling, but she couldn't say a word.
Unable to speak.
Qingjiu is a fierce ghost and a demon who crawled out of hell!
She shouldn't have made a deal with him, she regretted it! She regretted it!
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Qing Huan silently knelt down on the cold floor, placing his palms on the ground to support his somewhat weak body. The breeze blew from outside the palace, gently caressing his cheeks, but Qing Huan's eyes were a little blank.
measures, and some doubts about myself.
He opened his palms and looked at the golden light coming through his fingers. He looked over and over again. The fluffy tail on his back swayed slightly. After shaking his body, he took out a tail from his back and held it in his hand.
, the fur was very soft, and then he raised his arm and touched the plush ears. He...how could he be Qing Jiu or He Tingwei with this look???
Moreover, there were still many questions that he didn't understand. This woman was crazy. Is what she said reliable?
After resting for a while, Qing Huan felt much better. She stood up staggeringly. After thinking about it, she made a spell. The rune array on the high wall in the hall flashed for a while. After a while, "shuisha"
Several rays of golden light shot out and directly locked up the woman lying on the ground tightly.
Seeing this scene, Qing Huan felt better. The tricks and formulas were taught to him by the little girl, which shows that he should be very important in the little girl's heart. In this case, what about cats and dogs, Qingjiu He Tingwei and so on?
It's not that important anymore. It won't pose a threat to me anyway. I am the first person around Yanyan.
Qing Huan was thinking as she walked towards the side hall at the back. The door of the side hall was tightly closed. Without the seal given by the little girl, the door could not be opened. Thinking of this, Qing Huan felt aggrieved and frustrated.
My aggrieved heart felt a lot better, but it was a pity that the soft couch in the hall was defiled by that crazy woman!
After striding into the side hall, he closed the door tightly. This was Yanyan's territory. No one could come in. He used a magic trick to clean himself up and walked straight into the inner room.
As expected, it was exactly the same as the place where he first saw the little girl. Qing Huan didn't fiddle with anything else. When he saw the little girl's fragrant bed, he jumped directly on it.
He hadn't closed his eyes for many days. He should have a good sleep first before getting up to interrogate the crazy woman. As soon as his tired body touched the bed, deep sleepiness swept over him. Qing Huan hugged the little girl and smelled the sweet smell.
The little quilt fell completely into sleep.
However, this time I don’t know whether he entered a fantasy world again or the scene changed again, or maybe he was just in a dream, and the location and background changed again.
He seems to be locked in a small box now, surrounded by blades and the like, constantly cutting into him. The pain makes him wince uncontrollably, but it has no effect at all because he has no extra space.
Curled up.
Qing Huan stayed in the darkness in a daze, enduring the pain that seemed to have no end. There was no sunrise or moonset, and there was no dawn or dusk. Maybe one day or two had passed, and it seemed like more days had passed...
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Sudden!
"What are you doing?!"
Qingyue's voice exploded in his ears like thunder. Qing Huan's numb and wandering heart suddenly calmed down. He knew that the person he was waiting for was here!
He was taken back in a hazy state, and it was already half a year before he could open his eyes again and see things within his field of vision.
This time was told by the girl who often changed his dressings. The first thing he saw when he woke up was this girl. She came out of the white mist and her vision became clearer bit by bit, with that smart and stunning face.
It was engraved in his heart.
"What's your name? Why are you in the devil's world?" This was the first sentence the little girl said. Her voice was still so nice, crispy and tender, like the thin voice of a chick emerging from its shell, but
It was so cute, it made his heart melt.
His eyes followed her figure unconsciously, and his heart was beating uncontrollably. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he really couldn't remember his name or how he appeared.
In the demon world, he didn't even have a clear and straightforward concept of what the demon world was.
"Are you okay?" The little girl's delicate little hand gently waved in front of him. He wanted to grab this hand and hold her in his arms.
"Qingjiu? How about I name you Qingjiu?"
In fact, Cheng Muyan had vaguely heard this name before when the young boy fell into coma. It should be called Qing Bar?
Forget it, looking at him like this, he really doesn’t seem to remember his name. Qingjiu sounds good, quite poetic.
So, the matter was decided.
However, Cheng Muyan found that this person seemed to be unable to live without her. Could it be a normal reaction after losing his memory? Or was it because of something else?
After all, it was her own mistake that led this person to fall into the demon world. After all, it was her own responsibility. Cheng Muyan thought about it and decided to take good care of this person. Anyway, she took care of so many demons in the demon world. A pig was
You can raise two pigs, but you can still raise one more pig. Moreover, this poor little boy seems to be well-behaved. He feeds him whatever he wants and does whatever he is told. It is much easier to raise than pigs. Pigs have
Sometimes I would lose my temper and skip meals or get into fights.
Just keep it and raise it, I always feel like this pig has become a spirit, and it actually takes care of her in turn, and she feels that it is quite comfortable to enjoy it?
Cheng Muyan squinted and lay swaying on the hammock in the peach blossom forest, with a thin blanket covering her stomach. She felt extremely comfortable.
The hammock was made by Qingjiu a few days ago. It is quite comfortable to lie on, at least more comfortable than a hard chair or stool, and Cheng Muyan always feels that it is more comfortable than her bed, and it is more fun!
Qingjiu next to him also made a hammock, but instead of lying down to sleep, he was sitting and peeling melon seeds. There was a long table in front of him, with a plate of melon seeds on it, and a small dish on the side.
There is a pile of melon seeds, it seems that they have been peeled for a long time.
Qingjiu's fingers were slender and well-defined, and he was not slow at peeling melon seeds. However, his eyes were always glued to the little girl's face. His gaze was greedy and hot, like a wild beast that wanted to devour people.
Cheng Muyan would have frowned if he had looked like this when they first met, but over the past few days, he has become accustomed to Qingjiu's gaze. Cheng Muyan is quite at ease, and even when sleeping, he can directly look at this guy's gaze with such scorching heat that it can make people burn.