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He Qianlin was a little unhappy. She could feel that the topics between Yan Luo and Longji in the underworld more or less revolved around her. She was just an ordinary person, so how could she become the center of their topic?

The water from the shower head sprayed down, instantly fascinated He Qianlin's eyes. He Qianlin closed her eyes, raised her head slightly, and let the water hit her face with her breath closed, until she couldn't hold her breath any longer. He wiped his face with his hand, lowered his head and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The lungs were filled with air, and the hostility in my heart seemed to be squeezed into the corner, and then it was sprayed out heavily along with the breath. It suddenly occurred to my mind that when I met Wang Chunhua for the first time, she seemed to be particularly concerned about the birthmark on her chest. Interested, this interest seems to confirm his identity.

He Qianlin slowly stretched out her hand to attach the birthmark on her chest, and tapped lightly, but she didn't feel anything. Is she the person Tianting is looking for?But why is it me?Don't you have any special place?

Could it be that he is also a person in the heavenly court, but he descended to the mortal world for some unknown reason and lost his memory, so now they come down to find him?

Not right, if he is purely a member of the Heavenly Court, why does Long Ji have a bad tone, he always feels that after going to the Heavenly Court, he and Wang Chunhua are in a situation of life and death, if he is really a person in the Heavenly Court, why would it be a parting of life and death?

Could it be that I made a big mistake, that's why I sneaked down, and Wang Chunhua came to arrest me?

It's not right, if they are really heinous sinners, why do they have a kind attitude towards themselves, without any complaints or resentment in their eyes.

He Qianlin only felt that her brain cells were not enough, no matter how she thought about it, she thought it was possible, but after thinking about it carefully, she was overthrown by herself again, which was really a headache, but why didn't Wang Chunhua want to tell her the real situation?Is it really okay to keep this secret from yourself all the time?

Maybe the curator thought it would be better if he didn't know. It must be because his ending would not be too good, so he didn't let himself know. If he got promoted and made a fortune, he wouldn't hide it.

He Qianlin sighed, touched the soap and wiped it on her body indiscriminately, a little absent-minded, her heart was really confused, especially the last sentence of Zhenjun Yan Luo, "It's almost there".

What do you mean, what do you mean it's coming soon? Is it because my death is coming soon?He Qianlin suddenly felt sad. She would rather die plainly. She stretched out her hand and clenched it into a fist, and clenched it tightly in front of her body. throat, but the voice just couldn't break through.

Xu Shi was a little tired after venting. He Qianlin stopped her hand, only feeling that her mind was a little lack of oxygen, and her eyes were dark. get bright.

Turning off the faucet, He Qianlin took the towel and wiped it carelessly. Halfway through the wipe, she felt a little out of breath. She stretched out her hand and threw the towel to the ground fiercely, not caring that the water droplets on the tip of her hair dripped down on her body Come on, pull open the door, lift your foot and walk out.

There was no one in the room. When they came back, Wang Chunhua went to Long Ji's room. They should be discussing their own affairs. After all, the undisguised sympathetic eyes swept back and forth several times on her body. He Qianlin didn't care about these things. She cared, even if she died tomorrow, what she cared about was Wang Chunhua's heart.

God should give her more time, the curator who was finally seduced fell in love with her, why can't she have more time to let the curator fall deeper?

If he really went to heaven, and he was sure to die, then what method should he use to take Wang Chunhua away?Certainly not in the sky, under the watchful eyes of so many gods, and Wang Chunhua herself has immortal skills, how could I hurt her.

A glint of haze flashed in He Qianlin's eyes, she walked to the dressing table and took her cosmos bag, then reached out and dug in it for a long time before pulling out a small red box.

Inside the box is a small miniature copper stick, but the size of a palm, the stick is peculiar, with a ball on it, and a cylindrical copper column connected to the ball. The copper column is blue and yellow, and looks old. The miniature copper rod is considered to be an inheritance. The master told himself back then that it was the handle of the magic whip.

It was a handle accidentally left behind by Jiang Ziya during the battle with King Zhou. It was picked up by his master's family and passed down from generation to generation.

He Qianlin was very curious about the copper rod at the time, but the legend seemed to be just a legend. The copper rod had no effect on the spirit body. When He Qianlin was naughty, he used the copper rod to beat the deacon, but it had no effect. Later, He Qianlin It's just a joke from the master's mouth that the legend of the copper rod is just a joke.

It's just that now holding the copper stick, my mood is completely confused, and I can't help but bring the copper stick close to my birthmark, but there is no reaction. Sure enough, is it really just an ordinary copper stick?

He Qianlin was a little disappointed, and angrily threw the copper stick in her hand. With a 'pop' sound, the mirror of the dressing table was hit by the copper stick, shattered in an instant, and fell to the ground with a rustle.

Suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps at the door, and He Qianlin was startled. She didn't want to be seen in such a distressed scene, so she quickly walked to the glass shards all over the floor, and grabbed the miniature copper rod in her hand.

The door was pushed open, Wang Chunhua came in quickly, and saw He Qianlin squatting naked on the ground, and the ground was full of broken mirrors, reflecting the light on He Qianlin's face, some fragments were very small, and part of the printed face looked fragmented .

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

He Qianlin was startled, only felt a tingling pain in her fingers, but she couldn't care less, she just quickly held the copper rod tightly, put her hands behind her side, and shook her head at Wang Chunhua in a panic.

Just why are palms so hot?It's a copper rod. The copper rod seems to be heating up. Is this copper rod real?He Qianlin became more and more nervous, fearing that Wang Chunhua would notice the abnormality, so she hurriedly called: "Close the door, close the door."

Seeing that He Qianlin was not wearing clothes, Wang Chunhua thought that He Qianlin was embarrassed, so she quickly walked over and closed the door, but when she turned her head, she saw that He Qianlin had rushed to the bathroom, and then the bathroom door was slammed shut.

"Qianlin, what's the matter? Qianlin? Open the door, are you hurt?" Wang Chunhua was a little anxious, and followed quickly, slamming the bathroom door.

The door opened again, just a small crack. He Qianlin poked her head out and smiled a little reluctantly: "I'm fine, I'm just scared, I... I'll wash it first, that, can you clean it up?"

Wang Chunhua frowned. She had never heard He Qianlin speak in such a tone, as if she was very alienated, as if she was talking to a stranger.

Wang Chunhua pushed the door open forcefully, rushed in and hugged He Qianlin, buried her head in He Qianlin's neck and said softly, "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me, are you hurt?"

He Qianlin pursed her lips, glanced at the copper rod lying behind Wang Chunhua from the corner of her eyes, and then gently pushed Wang Chunhua's hands away to show Wang Chunhua: "No, look, I was really just scared, it's okay, you Go clean it up, don't accidentally touch it and you will really get hurt!"

Wang Chunhua looked at He Qianlin in surprise, and then carefully checked He Qianlin's hands. There was a small cut, but it didn't matter, she just touched it lightly, and the small cut disappeared in an instant. She raised her head and kissed He Qianlin's. Cheek, softly said: "Be careful in the future, I will clean it first."

Seeing that Wang Chunhua had gone out, He Qianlin felt relieved when she raised her throat. She closed the bathroom door and was about to bend down. After thinking about it, she was worried and locked the bathroom door behind her. Then she picked up the copper rod and squeezed it in her hand. The copper stick seems to have changed a little bit, the blue rust seems to be less, but there is no difference, and the burning feeling in the hand has also disappeared. I looked at it over and over again, as if the burning feeling just now was just my own. general illusion.

"Huahua, can you pass me the clothes?" He Qianlin was a little nervous, pushed the bathroom door open a gap, and called out.

Wang Chunhua just felt strange: "Isn't it always like this on weekdays?"

He Qianlin pursed her lips, looked around, then secretly put the copper stick on the shelf of shampoo and shower gel, and covered it with toiletries, then went out, took the clothes on the bed and put it on her body, and put it on. Halfway through, he thought of the birthmark on his body again, took off his clothes again, walked up to Wang Chunhua naked, straightened the little flower bud, pointed to the fiery red birthmark and asked, "Huahua, what is the birthmark?" Can you tell me about it?"

Wang Chunhua was taken aback for a moment, but fell silent. Can she speak?Will He Qianlin accept it?Time is running out, and she hopes that in the remaining few days, the two of them will still be happy, and if they know it sooner, they will be in pain sooner.

Wang Chunhua pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to hold He Qianlin into her arms, and said softly, "Don't ask, you will know when it's time for you, don't think too much."

Maybe it's because the atmosphere is too oppressive, maybe it's because the feeling of hopelessness is particularly strong, maybe it's because they know that their relationship will end soon, maybe because they know that He Qianlin is about to be lost, Wang Chunhua just feels that all kinds of negative emotions are suddenly gone. He rushed up, caught himself off guard, patted He Qianlin's head, turned around and walked out, the steps were a little messy, forgive her for still not being prepared, the truth is too cruel, I hope you can understand me.