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He would rather Shen Yungu turn a blind eye to him.
After Shen Yungu helped him at the last moment, he continued to treat him as a stranger and let go of his hand, leaving only Xie Ke's back.
Xie Ke is also at ease.
He had never been exposed to the realm of no return in his previous life, but he had heard about it.
People can see a lot of things here, things that happen in the past that belong to you or not.
It¡¯s really chaotic here, like entering a person¡¯s dream.
Purple clouds, dark sky, and green mountains flash by.
There are fireworks in the human pavilions, the fox clan sings and dances endlessly, the colorful and beautiful world is chaotic, and finally everything is hidden in the smoke.
He felt that he was being pulled by a force.
A person is wandering in this world.
Finally, we landed behind a dilapidated house.
It rained here just now, knocking down the sweet-scented osmanthus and soaking the soil.
??The gentle floral fragrance lingers.
The sky is blue, the wind is cool, and there is a squeaking sound.
The girl in the wooden house opened the door.
She held up her skirt, lowered her head, paid attention to the road, avoided the water on the ground, and walked out.
Xie Ke was too lazy to go out with her.
I thought it would take a while before the girl would come back.
But it¡¯s really like a fragment, the scene passed by in a flash.
He just turned around, and it started to rain hazy again, making the distant mountains feel warm and soft.
The girl came back from abroad, but her body had grown taller and she was already a slim girl.
It is early spring now, the sweet-scented osmanthus has long gone, but the apricot blossoms in the yard are in bloom.
She returned to the room, sat down, and stood up again, her brows furrowed and worried.
She opened the window, and the humid air only made her more irritable.
She walked for a while, then sat down again, covering her face, shrugging her shoulders, and cried silently.
Nobody knows.
After crying, He Qing came to the backyard. There was a tall tree trunk in the corner, and a swing was tied to the trunk with a thick rope.
The girl looked at the swing with silent eyes. She walked over, sat on the swing, brushed her fingers over the rough rope, and whispered softly: "You know, I'm going to get married."
Her expression was calm, as if she was talking about someone else's business: "He is a man I have never seen before, many years older than me. Probably the same age as my father. I heard them say that he is very rich and he is very kind. "
She said: "He is very good, but I don't like him."
She said: "I don't like it."
The girl sat on the swing, looking up at the blue sky, her dress fluttering, her eyes far away.
Her dress was fluttering, magnified and magnified, until finally it was completely white and snow started to fall in the sky.
The branches were bent under the weight of snow.
She used a stick to hold up the basket in the yard, a rope tied to the stick, and the thread in her hand.
She put the bait under the basket and hid behind the tree in the corner.
Waiting for the sparrow to take the bait.
There are no people in the snow, it¡¯s a vast expanse.
She had a bun and a worn-out cotton-padded jacket. She looked ahead, as if there was light in her eyes.
Wait and wait.
Wait until the snowflakes that fall on your hair melt, flow along your hair and into your neck.
The coldness made her flinch, and then she couldn't help but move her hands.
With this movement, the basket was directly covered.
She slapped her forehead in frustration.
¡°Ah, I can only go and put up the basket again.
When He Qing approached again, he found that the basket had actually moved.
Moved?
Move, move, move?
sky!
What did you catch?
She was so happy that she wanted to jump up, carefully opened the basket, and then a snow-white thing suddenly jumped up and bit her hand directly.
In an instant, her teeth pierced into the flesh, and tears fell from her eyes.
"it hurts."
She gritted her teeth and pulled off the furry thing, leaving a deep tooth mark on her hand.
In the ice and snow.
She squatted down and stared at the white ball.
The little fox¡¯s eyes were actually red, clear and moist, with an obviously ferocious expression, but its eyes gave her a kind of pity.sp;If you love separation, it would still make sense if He Qing married someone else.
"If you can't ask for it, you can't discuss it."
When the picture becomes clearer and clearer.
Xie Ke knew that the fox was coming.
He returned to He Qing's room.
I heard the crisp sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.
The mirror in He Qing's hand fell and shattered on the ground, and he looked ahead with a look of disbelief on his face.
In the old days, ivy grew quietly on the wall. The young man in white on the wall smiled brightly and brightly, and his blood-colored eyes seemed to carry the stars thousands of miles away.
She looked at him blankly.
He waved to her and jumped down from the wall, his white clothes flying like a big bird.
She walked over eagerly and met him at the window.
Before she could say anything, she laughed and tears fell down.
The young man was disgusted: "You are still so crying."
She wiped away her tears with her wedding dress, "Nonsense, you are asked to marry someone you don't know, how can you not cry?"
The young man continued to say with disdain: "What a ridiculous assumption."
The feeling at that time was too subtle.
Although the mood was so light and warm, the tears just couldn't stop. He Qing said, "Are you here to take me away?"
The young man still disliked it and said as if he didn't care at all, "No, I'm here to have a wedding banquet."
He Qing said: "Where are you taking me?"
"" The young man still had a look of disgust on his face, but under the moonlight, his jade-like face turned strangely red.
He coughed.
Behind him are the stars in the sky and a wall of withered ivy. In front of him is the girl he likes, wearing a wedding dress and with light in her eyes.
The young man said: "I will take you to Mount Buzhou."
Buzhou Mountain.
The fiery red lantern hung high, reflecting the reddish eyes of the girl and the red face of the young man.
? Red represents joy.
But more often than not, red represents killing.
Xie Ke looked at everything as an outsider.
The scene has changed again.
A chaotic and unorganized world.
The red color flickered, causing eye pain.
He heard the same thing.
"I will take you to Buzhou Mountain."
But the voice has completely changed.
The former is a shy invitation from a young man pretending to be arrogant, while the latter is a hoarse persecution from a middle-aged man.
This time, the people in the clips that appeared have been replaced.
The protagonist was changed from He Qing tohimself. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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