v5 Chapter 12： Qing Mei confided that his heart was bitter

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"Ten thousand, ten thousand, ten thousand!"

"A bunch, a bunch, a bunch!"

"A lot of spiritual stones! My sister wants to buy magic weapons, I use one to lose one. We do n’t look at the magical tools. Bayizhong (text W) W> W} .81ＺW. Sister COM wants to buy silk water pattern Luo Luoyi, top Made of silk, warm in winter and cool in water, beautiful and elegant. Sister wants to buy a complete refining medicine book, buy two sets, one for his own study, and the other for the old man who burned underground. I did n’t get enough money to buy one, and I was regretful before dying. My sister also bought a bundle of golden neck grass and burned it all to the old man. If it was n’t for your little greed, why would you take your mother? Let me die together and leave me alone! "

"Old man, did you see that, your daughter is rich now, Ling Shi, a lot of Ling Shi, enough to fill up our house, we can all lie down on Ling Shi to sleep, but The dream you always wanted. "

"But now my sister has a spirit stone, why aren't you beside me, how can you leave me alone!"

At the age of twelve, she lived alone in Qili City. If her parents had left a few spiritual stones and a small courtyard, I'm afraid Qingmei had already died on the street. But even if she survives, she still has to endure the mischief in the realm of infidelity, insidious design, and the weak body struggles to survive in the cracks.

In these years, she tried hard to keep herself from thinking, but now the little girl can't bear it anymore, and the instinctual grievances have nowhere to tell, tears dripping down the cheeks, and a little snow * tenderness is revealed unconsciously.

After Qingmei returned from the night market, he plunged into his room, from craving to whispering, Xiao Chen listened in his ears. At this moment, when the room became quieter, he felt relieved.

A person is struggling at the bottom of the cultivation world. Over the years, it seems that this little girl has suffered a lot.

Xiao Chen shook his head, took a tea cup, and sat down at the table. Once upon a time, he was as blue-brow as ever, but only by chance did he have what he is today. But how much did he pay to get this body practice, and who has helped him liquidate it.

Set foot on the avenue, cautiously and cautiously, this journey has many killings, and each step needs to cross the corpse mountains and blood. It is others who kill, but it is their own heart that is cold.

Xiao Chen looked at his hands, white and delicate, and not stained with a little dust, but the blood on it could not be washed away. As soon as I entered the avenue, I could not help but kill me without killing anyone.

To this day, Xiao Chen was forced to leave the family. Fortunately, she had the opportunity to serve her parents, and never regretted it.

But now Ziyan and Yuewu are waiting for him to return, Qinse crosses together, and doubles flying, but he can only go far away and come to this strange Moro realm. Xiao Chen had also regretted it, and he asked himself what would happen now if he hadn't set foot on the road.

Maybe it was a pale old man, Cheng Huan at his knees, then died, and turned into a loess.

Is this life trajectory really true happiness?

Ignorance means that there is no sorrow, and that the sunrise and the sunset lie, it may be a kind of peaceful joy.

But at this moment, it's late.

Walking on the avenue, entering this rolling world, with too many entangled causes and consequences, Xiao Chen has no way out, otherwise he will die. When he dies, his loved ones, Hongyan, Shimen, and friends will suffer.

Therefore, Xiao Chen had no choice, not only for himself, but also for the people around him. He could only hold all the hardships in his heart and move forward in silence.

This is an unshirkable responsibility.

But one day, he will go back with all the irresistible power, and smash all the puppets blocking him in front of him.

Xiao Chen put down the tea cup and took out two pots of fine wine backhand, one pot on the table, and one pot to drink.

The wine was sad and bitter.

"Squeak".

The door opened, Qing Mei red eyes went silently to Xiao Chen, sat down without a word, took another pot of wine and drank.

The drink was so intense that the blue eyebrows coughed and cried. Xiao Chen watched silently, without saying a word of comfort, this is the way she chooses for herself in the future, and the bitterness and bitterness can only be undertaken by herself, and others cannot help.

Qingmei coughed for a long time, and then she continued to drink, and her good-looking eyes shrank into a ball and whispered, "It's bitter."

Xiao Chen chuckled and said lightly: "Alcohol is not bitter, and people suffer for themselves."

The little girl frowned, as if she understood something, but looked at Xiao Chen but did not speak.

The two drank each other, Xiao Chen boldly, one pot after another. The little girl lowered her head slightly, sipped in the small mouth, and slowly tasted the taste of the drink, except that in addition to the heaviest bitterness, the sweet and sour taste was also included.

"With masks for so many years, it must be very hard. There are no outsiders tonight, pick it up." Xiao Chen said softly, his eyes were calm, and some were just pity.

Qing Mei raised her head suddenly, looking at Xiao Chen's mild eyes, her heart was instantly full of sourness, the water in her eyes swirled, and she almost burst into tears. This feeling of being cared for has really not been felt for a long time.

The little girl is low, unwilling to show weakness, and waits until her emotions are stable, and then she smiles on her back. "Okay, then I will show the true face of Miss Xiao to Brother Xiao Chen. Do n’t be stunned. Miss, but It's beautiful. "

This brother Xiao Chen has a lot of precautions, but from the bottom of his heart, he feels a little warm.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly.

But when Qing Mei carefully took off the mask on her face, the whole room seemed to be shining. The pair of smart beautiful eyes was a big regret on Qingmei's face before, but now it is the finishing touch, making her whole body dazzle.

Lively and fragrant, but that's it.

Xiao Chen saw more beautiful women, Yue Wu's elegant appearance, Zi Yan's graceful and luxurious, Yu Ji's overbearing coldness, Li Xiaoyi's stubbornness, Xiao Yuer's simplicity and simplicity, and refreshing and pleasant. There are all kinds of people, although the lovers only have Yue Wu and Zi Yan, but other women are not too much to count as Hong Yan Zhi.

But Qingmei's beauty is not the same as them. She is like a delicate rose, struggling to survive in the cold wind, but weak but not delicate, a little marketplace, a little kindness, a little pride.

Feeling good, but bitter.

Xiao Chen held up the jug. "For a beautiful young lady with a green eyebrow, drink a jug."

Qing Mei smiled a little shyly, her face was red and glowing, and she looked really cute.

"Ok."

With a soft hum, the little girl cheerfully drank with Xiao Chen, only to feel that she has never been so relaxed and careless for so many years, and she has no regrets, as if there is a big thing, someone will help her stand up. The feeling of reliance made the little girl slightly uncomfortable, but she was really happy.

"Brother Xiao Chen, can I tell you something, it's really uncomfortable to be alone in my heart. I always want to cry at night." Qing Mei twisted her green fingers and whispered.

"Okay." Xiao Chen didn't say much, but nodded slightly, but seemed extremely sincere.

The little girl smiled gratefully, whispered, bit by bit, sometimes rejoicing and sometimes crying, bitterness and bitterness can be spoken for so many years, making her instantly relaxed a lot, and she was extremely tired.

Looking at the little girl who was sleeping on the table, Xiao Chen shook her head, got up and picked her up and returned to the room. She carefully covered the quilt, and then turned to leave.

Sitting again, watching the vast night, Xiao Chen sighed. Qingmei's bitterness and bitterness can ask him to troubleshoot, because in the girl's mind, Xiao Chen is the person to rely on. But the pain in his own heart, who can talk to.

Lifting a pot for drinking, the night is as cool as water, covering up the hustle and bustle of the day.