Qinglian Jie

Qinghui was dragged dazedly to a bedroom, the boy untied his wristband and bowed out.

In the room was a young man in his thirties, dressed as a scholar, with long and narrow eyes, a hooked nose, thin and sharp lips, a slightly feminine and mean temperament, and a sallow complexion, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.

"Little brother, I tricked you here."

Qinghui's hair stood on end, he almost turned around and ran away.

The scholar grabbed him, and pinched Qinghui's waist twice with snake-like dexterous hands. Qinghui seemed to be paralyzed immediately, and let him hold him in his arms.

"...So it's...Senior Brother Xu Ning." Qing Hui was not only in pain but also afraid, shivering all over, but pretending to be calm on his face, "You knew beforehand that you planted puppets for me? "

Xu Ning smiled sinisterly, and sat on the couch with Qinghui in his arms, "I think the younger brother is doing well in Chishui, how many senior brothers have you thought about in recent years?"

"...Qinghui, a few years ago I heard that the senior brother betrayed the sect... But Qinghui has been in the world for many years, and the connection with the sect is shallow. I don't know, yes, where I offended the senior brother, please don't worry about it."

Xu Ning giggled, pinched Qinghui's cheek, and gently stroked his lips with pale fingers.

"Senior brother!" Qinghui gritted his teeth in shame and anger, and begged, "For the sake of my fellow apprenticeship, please let Qinghui go... Qinghui will definitely try her best to repay..."

Xu Ning held Qinghui's earlobe in his mouth and slowly crushed the blood.

"Little brother, brother wants you to have a lotus heart. If you are willing to give it, the misunderstanding between you and your little lover will be resolved in an instant. Otherwise, don't blame brother for being cruel."

Qing Hui reluctantly asked, "...what does senior brother want Lian Xin to do?"

Xu Ning didn't answer, and said, "Your dantian was injured by me when you were young, and your blood has been depleted since then. If you give me a lotus heart," he pointed to his heart with his right hand, and said, "I use blood gu I swear that after the incident, I will repay you with Lingtai water and clean land. Within ten years, I will help you recover from old wounds."

"Brother has found the pure land that Master visited to no avail..." Even though the situation was difficult, Qinghui couldn't help sighing, then shook his head and said, "It's a pity that Qinghui can't follow orders. There are still dooms in fate with Bo, Lianxin wants to Leave it to him... the disciples of Wuling Mountain must not hurt their fellow disciples, and if the senior brother wants to grab it forcefully, he will suffer backlash."

Xu Ning sneered, "Why should I grab it?"

Qinghui's face turned pale, and he forced a smile, "Senior brother thinks that such humiliation can make Qinghui submit?"

"I don't know," Xu Ning squeezed his body with icy cold hands viciously, "Brother back then was tender with you every night, and seeing you looked very happy. It's just that your little lover, he may not be able to accept……"

Qinghui trembled, and reprimanded, "Brother, you have thought of Brother Shao Yan for doing this!"

Xu Ning paused, his face suddenly darkened, and his nose fluttered.

Without further words, he grabbed Qinghui's hair and slammed it against the wall!

Qinghui let out a cry of pain, and blood flowed from his forehead.

"Have I ever thought about Shao Yan? I am thinking about him now!"

Qinghui curled up in pain, trying in vain to escape, his face distorted because of the pain.

Xu Ning kicked him on the ground and smiled viciously, "Don't worry, I'm far away from your lover, and he can't hear you no matter what you call him. Cry out, just like that time... When you were young The voice is softer."

"Think carefully about whether your suffering is worth it."

"I won't wait too long, you will be willing to give me your heart..."

Qinghui gradually fainted.Xu Ning looked at him coldly, and finally sucked and bit the eye-catching marks on his neck and behind the ear.

Wu and Bo sat in that room all night, their temples twitched, and their brains felt like they were about to burst into severe pain.

He didn't dare to wander around, for fear of bumping into something he shouldn't see, hearing something he shouldn't hear.

Even so, in the middle of the night, he still couldn't stop his mind from being full of Qinghui's emotional appearance, his eyes were watery, and his lips were bright red.

Yubo pulled out the dagger that he carried with him, and slashed fiercely on the inside of his forearm. After two cuts, the freshly scabbed wounds on his forearm were also torn open. the draw.

At the end, King Wu laughed at himself for being stupid again.

Qinghui was no stranger to serving people with Israel.

Tonight, it is all regarded as he and Fujin repaying the debt - when Qinghui was doted on in the past, his arrogance and viciousness, and Bo both thought it was framed by the jealousy of the women in the mansion.Thinking about it now, he was the cunning young lady who caused Fujin, who was ignorant of the world, to suffer for many years, and almost died on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival.

Thinking of this, his heart moved, and in front of him was Fujin's gentle and peaceful face. In the past few years of marriage, he hadn't looked at his first wife carefully.

With such a change of thought, the headache was relieved a lot.

There was another long gash on the arm, with blood winding, and Yubo stared at it bitterly,

"You should wake up too."