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Chatting about Que Que eating the demon bones calmly, Qian Cha retched while watching from the sidelines.

Although the demon bone gathered all the cultivation bases, its appearance was really creepy, it was red and bloody, the size of the palm of a hand, chatting about the lack of swallowing like this, Qiancha looked at it, as if a slip had been slipped in his throat, A bloody smell choked his nostrils, making him very uncomfortable.

Afterwards, we talked about how Queque swallowed the demon bone. Qiancha didn't see her, and Xuanli covered her eyes, and took her into his arms along the way.

Qiancha has lived for so long, has seen and killed disgusting people, and has never seen anyone eat so disgustingly.

Leaning on Xuanli's shoulder, thinking about talking about Quaque just now, Qiancha retched again.

Xuanli pressed her head with one hand and patted her lightly, and held her wrist with the other.

Now she didn't avoid it anymore, half of her body was leaning against Xuan Li's arms, and she was still humming twice.

Xuanli comforted, "It's okay."

Qiancha put her arms around Xuanli's waist, and Xuanli held her even tighter.

After a while, Xuanli listened to Qiancha's silence, and asked: "This demon bone, is it useful to eat? Can it be improved?"

Qiancha shook his head, seemed to be getting better, raised his head: "Cultivation cannot be increased, but if you have accumulated cultivation, there are only benefits to eating, and there is no harm. After eating the bones, your academic skills will be faster and more stable. , and the skill is stronger."

Xuanli used to pat Qiancha on the head twice: "No wonder she has practiced so well in spells now, I don't know how many demon bones she has eaten in these years."

Qiancha was puzzled: "I didn't expect her to know the use of demon bones."

Xuan Li shook his head: "I guess she probably didn't know it, it was just a mistake."

Chatting about Que Que was indeed a mistake, she only thought about taking all the demon bones, and the doctor's cultivation base is over a thousand, so she swallowed it because she didn't want to waste it.

After taking the medicine and going back, she ate it by herself. Her body really needed to rest. Perhaps it was because of her heavy injuries and exhaustion in the past few months. As soon as she returned to Jiang Nian's house, she became very lethargic.

When she was not sleeping, she would go out for a walk, find a place where no one was around to practice her spells, and when she saw a monster that displeased her, she practiced the bone-grabbing technique, and finally ate the monster's bone.

Gradually, she realized that after eating the demon bone, the technique practiced much more smoothly than before, and the higher the cultivation base of the demon bone, the better the effect.

The elder's bone-grabbing technique is really difficult to practice, she tried it a few times, but she couldn't find the right method, and she often backfired.

It was ten days after I met Jiang Nian again, chatting about Que Que's leg has recovered, her body recovered quickly, and she was more energetic. That day, she heard Jiang Nian said that the spirit fetus is good for the body, so she kept the stomach and ignored it .

In the past few days, because she has been practicing spells to kill monsters, chattering is full of hostility, and the room is usually dark. She doesn't like light, and she simply doesn't light candles. Then lit a lamp.

Liao Que Que was resting on the bed at that time, when he heard the sound of footsteps, he called out his dagger, his murderous aura suddenly arose.

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Jiang Qingnian asked in a low voice.

The voice was soft, as if he was afraid of scaring Liao Que Que, Liao Que Que frowned slightly, and put the knife away for a while.

Jiang Nian brought in the light and the scent of flowers, which filled the room in an instant, chatting about Quaque a little uncomfortable, twisting his nose and snorting softly.

She watched Jiang Nian light all the candles in the room with cold eyes, and then watched Jiang Nian turn his head to look at her, with a gentle smile on his mouth, and walked towards her.

Walking over step by step, Liao Que didn't feel the candlelight glaring his eyes, nor the scent of flowers choking his nose.

When Jiang Nian came, he also brought a basket full of freshly grown fruits in the past few days. The fruits were red and big. Jiang Nian told her that they were unique to Yishan.

Jiang Nian: "When I came to look for you a few days ago, I saw that you were not here. I went back again. I just picked new fruits today, so I came to see if I could meet you."

Jiang Nian put down the basket and handed one to Liao Queque.

"Sour and sweet, delicious." After she finished speaking, she looked at Liao Que Que with a smile and took a bite of the fruit, then raised her eyebrows and asked, "How is it? Are you used to eating it?"

Chatting about the lack of food has never paid much attention to food, he wanted to prevaricate a few words, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Nian's sincere eyes, so he savored the food in his mouth carefully.

Liao Que showed his first smiling face in more than ten days, tilted his head and said, "It's delicious, sister Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian smiled even more, and took out a basket of fruits from behind: "The ones you just picked are all yours."

Talking about the lack of sweetness, said: "Thank you, sister Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian said politely, then said a few words of concern, tidied up the messy room, and stood up.

It was just meeting by chance and saving a life. No matter what happened to Jiang Nian and Liao Que, there was no need for unnecessary feelings. After giving the fruit, she felt that nothing happened, so she wanted to go home. Going out, Lia Que Que called out and stopped her again.

"Sister Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian turned his head and saw that Liao Que was looking pitiful, with a piece of unswallowed fruit still in his mouth, a little of the fruit juice stained the corner of his mouth, and the corner of his mouth curled down, feeling very wronged.

Liao Que Que said, "Sister, this is it again, are you leaving?"

Liao Que Que looked very pitiful, but there was still a lot of nostalgia in his eyes.

"I..." Jiang Nian paused and laughed, "I'll stay with you."

Chatting about Que Que immediately became lively, Jiang Nian had no choice but to pass by, and sighed: "You look like that just now, just like my sister, when she asks me for something, she always talks like that and looks at me like that."

"Your sister." Liao Que Que repeated, becoming curious: "Your sister has gone to play elsewhere, isn't it boring for you to be at home alone?"

Jiang Nian shook his head: "It's not boring. Before my sister left, she left a very difficult score for me to finish. I've been busy with it for the past few days."

Talking about Quaque's curiosity: "Score?"

Jiang Nian nodded.

Liao Que Que smiled and asked, "Sister Jiang Nian, can you dance for me? I haven't seen Qin Yin dance before."

Jiang Nian smiled: "I haven't prepared anything."

After she finished speaking, she continued: "If you want to see it, there will be a flower festival at the foot of the mountain in three days. It will be very lively and there will be many zithers dancing."

Chatted and asked: "What about you?"

Jiang Nian nodded: "Of course I can dance too."

Talking about the shortcomings, nodding: "I'll go."

It's not about chatting about how much she clings to Jiang Nian, Jiang Nian saved her, being close is one thing, but after going through those things, chatting about Que has no desire to be close to others, and besides, she has never felt grateful in her bones. The idea of ​​a map, Jiang Nian, is actually dispensable to her.

But today, by coincidence, she was injured by the bone capture technique in the morning, and she couldn't walk for a few miles. It's really boring to stay alone, and it's good to stay alone.

She is good at pretending to be happy, she is also good at pretending to be innocent, and it is even easier to pretend to be weak and wronged.

Jiang Nian is a warm-hearted person with a soft heart. Talking about Que Que's pretense really hit her soft bones.

The two immediately chatted here and there, and the identity of Liao Que was unclear, so Jiang Nian was naturally curious, and within a few words, he brought the conversation to Lia Que's life experience.

Liao Que Que went back to Jiang Nian without telling the truth, and made up a life story for himself that he lost his father since childhood, depended on his mother for life since childhood, was frail and sick, and was always bullied by his tribe.

Jiang Nian was moved when he heard the words, and seeing the distressed expression on her face, Liao Que laughed a little in his heart.

"After my mother died, no one cared about me. Before you picked me up, I was bullied by a monster. It bit me when it saw me. I thought it was going to eat me, but I didn't expect it. Wake up in your room."

After chatting with Que Que, looking at Jiang Nian's frown, a tear as big as a bean slid down from his eyes.

Jiang Nian hurriedly took out the veil from his sleeve, leaned forward and wiped the corners of Liao Queqiu's eyes: "Don't cry, everything will be fine."

Liao Que Que cried again, as if he couldn't understand Jiang Nian's comforting words, and asked, "How can I be better?"

Jiang Nian wiped the tears from her other eye again: "Miss Xiaoyue, if she has nowhere to go, this will be your home from now on."

Liao Que looked at Jiang Nian with teary eyes: "Are you serious?"

Jiang Nian shook his head: "I'm not lying to you."

Talking about Que Que said again: "But this is where your two sisters practice dancing."

Jiang Nian replied: "You can find another place to practice dancing. If you don't mind Xiaoyue, you can stay here."

Liao Que Que pursed his lips and hummed, then was gently hugged by Jiang Nian, comforting him softly.

There is a scene of sisterly love here, and Qiancha, who was watching from the side, spat out with a very contemptuous look. When she saw that Chatting Quaque threw herself into Jiang Nian's arms, she immediately put away her pitiful face, gritted her teeth and said, "It's extremely disgusting."

What a wonderful Jiang Nian, to be played around by her like this, even after Jiang Nian left, Liao Que Que immediately put away her crying and aggrieved face just now, glanced lightly at the veil Jiang Nian gave her, and fiddled with it casually. It's on fire, it's burning.

Xu Shi listened to Chatting and complained about his suffering for half a day, but Jiang Nian came more frequently in the past few days.

Chatting about Queque's discomfort, and not too much fuss, Jiang Nian taught her how to grow flowers, taught her embroidery, showed her the scores given by her sister, chatted about Queque's many problems, Jiang Nian didn't bother, and taught her bit by bit.

The two spent two days happily, chatting with Jiang Nian, the smile on their faces never faded, it was hard to tell the real from the fake after a long time.

Time flies, and the flower festival that Jiang Nian was talking about has arrived.

The flower show started in the evening, and this afternoon, Jiang Nian came early to chat with Que, brought her a new dress, and recombed her hair with a red string.

After the last strand of hair was braided, Lia Que Que got up and went to the smooth stone wall, and only glanced at it. Lia Que Que's brows frowned immediately, and she pulled off the red rope, furiously: "Who told you to do that?" That's how it was done!"

This hairstyle was the same as when she first met Jiang Nian, it was combed by Qin Qi, chatting about Yin Yin's hairstyle.

Chatting Yinyin is no longer what she looks like now, and she still licks what others don't want.

"The year of the river." Liao Que Que turned to glance at the person sitting over there: "You also feel sorry for me, don't you?"

Jiang Nian sat stiffly watching her.

Liao Que Que stared, and pointed a dagger at Jiang Nian: "You also think I'm bad, right! You want me to learn from her, and you think she's good too."

As if being pulled out of many past events that Lia Que Que didn't want to recall, Lia Que Que strode over and directly pressed Jiang Nian against the wall, pointing the short knife directly at her neck.

"I can't compare to her! She is a lowly person's daughter, I can't compare to her!" Her eyes were fierce, she gritted her teeth and said angrily: "She is like that! Why should everyone treat her so well! They all turn towards her! What did I do wrong! Why do you all treat me like this!"

"She is good no matter what! Why do you all like her! She still has elders! She can do everything now! Why! Why!"

Seeing that Jiang Nian was silent, Chatting Que Que yelled again: "Say it!"

A gust of wind was blown by the two of them in the past, the wind moved the candlelight, the candlelight swayed and shrank, they struggled for a while, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and went out.

Liao Que Que was attracted by the flames, looked over with a cold face, the candle wick was emitting thin smoke, she stared at it for a long time, seemed to think of something, suddenly sneered, and said softly: "She deserves it."

The smoke disappeared after a while, Liao Que Que gritted his teeth, and turned his eyes back to Jiang Nian's face.

Jiang Nian was trembling, chatting Que Que pressed her arm, feeling it clearly.

Jiang Nian was afraid.

Her words trembled, and she asked carefully: "Xiaoyue, what are you talking about?"

Satsuki.

Liao Queque pressed Jiang Nian one step closer, but the tip of the knife was half an inch away from the obscure wall, Liao Queque seemed to relax.

Jiang Nian was short of breath, Liao Que Que fixedly looked into her startled eyes, and called out expressionlessly, "Thanks to Jiang Nian."

Jiang Nian came back to his senses: "Xiao, Xiaoyue."

Liao Que suddenly let go of her, put away the knife, sat back on the chair just now, stretched out his hand, and said calmly, "Cook my hair."

Jiang Nian hadn't seen her like this for a long time, he stood still against the wall with lingering fear, looked at the red string in her palm, and asked, "How do you comb it?"

Liao Queque propped his head on one hand and thought for a moment: "That's how it was just now."

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