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Xu was scared. When Jiang Nian combed Que Que's hair again, he didn't say a word, and the braid was much more delicate and tight.

After it was done, Liao Que Que walked up to the smooth stone wall and took a look like before. This time, she didn't see anything, and her face was very dull.

The person standing over there seemed to be waiting for her to speak.

Obviously only one light was turned off in the room, but it was much darker, chatting about Queque could not even see Jiang Nian's face clearly.

She turned her head and looked at Jiang Nian, but Jiang Nian inadvertently lowered her eyes and did not look at her.

Liao Que Que pursed his lips, made a small fire and hit the candle that had just been extinguished, the light of the fire lit up as soon as it touched the wick, and the room returned to its previous appearance.

After a while, Jiang Nian spoke first, and she said, "I still need to prepare for the flower party in the evening. Miss Xiaoyue has nothing to do here, so I will leave first."

Liao Que Que walked back to the table, and replied lightly: "Yes."

Jiang Nian turned around and left, but was called to the door.

"Sister Jiang Nian."

Liao Que Que shouted in a deep voice, not the coquettish and aggrieved tone of the past.

Jiang Nian stopped immediately, turned to look at Que Que.

Chatting Que Que asked: "Did you get scared by me just now?"

Jiang Nian's heart seemed to soften suddenly, he held the door and smiled, "No."

"Just now, I just thought about the bad things at home, and the things that people always bullied me in the past." Liao Que Que raised his eyes to look at Jiang Nian, and asked in a choked voice, "Sister Jiang Nian will take me to see it at night." Is there a flower party?"

Jiang Nian nodded: "Bring it."

Liao Que Tiantian replied yes, Jiang Nian just left, but as soon as he left, Lia Que turned into that indifferent look again, and swept the things on the table to the ground with a sweeping hand. Not enough, stood up and kicked the table over, the wooden table was thrown to the stone wall, and then fell to the ground, shattered all over the floor.

In fact, Qiancha didn't really want to see what Liao Que looked like at the flower festival. She guessed casually and knew what Liao Que would be like.

Liao Que Que was too contrived in front of Jiang Nian, and Qian Cha couldn't get used to his clingy look.

But Qiancha from the Tiger Clan has always wanted to meet her. She went to this flower meeting a thousand years ago, but it just so happened that she had a fight with Xuanli that time, and it was boring to see anything.

Simply this time, they joined in the fun with the chat, and didn't turn the night over from the Pinxi Realm.

Xuanli had never talked much, but this time it made her angry again, and he became even more quiet. If it wasn't for Qiancha's initiative to talk, Xuanli would even breathe a lot easier.

Jiang Nian ate a lot of things with Liao Que Que, and also played a lot of things. Whatever Lia Que Que wanted, Jiang Nian would give her. Even Qiancha couldn't tell whether the smile on Chat Queque's face was real or fake.

The night is darker, the moon is high, and Jiang Nian's dance is on stage.

Qiancha looked at Liao Que who was sitting on a small wooden bench watching Jiang Nian dance, and suddenly asked, "Has she always been like this?"

After listening to it, Xuanli understood what Qiancha said, thought for a while, and said: "I don't have much contact with her, but she is really good at pleasing people in front of people."

After a while, Xuanli added: "When she combed my hair back then, I asked her, and she told me that it was because she liked my sister and envied her talent, so she begged my mother to comb her hair too." It’s like this, I hope my sister doesn’t mind.”

Qiancha let out a cry.

Mouth full of gibberish.

The two stopped talking, and chatted with Jiang Nian who was standing in the stands together.

They had seen Jiang Yue dance before, but it was the first time they had seen Jiang Nian. There were five Qin Yins on the stage, but Jiang Nian was the only one who wore a different purple dress with flower sleeves, and was surrounded by the other four at the moment. , standing in the middle of the stage in a graceful posture, it is really pleasing to the eye and the eye.

Talking about Que Que looked crazy.

As soon as the dance started and the dance ended, it didn't take long for Jiang Nian to come down from the stage to look for Que Que, who still sat on the small wooden bench like that, and didn't blink his eyes when he saw Jiang Nian approaching.

When Jiang Nian came to him, Liao Que Que took his gaze away, pulled an empty stool from the side, and placed it in front of him.

Jiang Nian sat down without hesitation, but he heard Que Que say, "Take off your shoes."

Jiang Nian was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Liao Que Que didn't talk nonsense to her, held her right leg and put it on his knee, Jiang Nian exclaimed and almost fell down.

Liao Que Que glanced at the sole of the shoe, touched it with his hand, and pulled out a pointed stone.

"Hiss." Jiang Nian gritted his teeth and took a breath.

Blood was dripping from the sharp stone, Liao Que Que looked up at Jiang Nian's frowning brows, and took off Jiang Nian's shoes without saying a word.

The white socks were stained with a large amount of red blood, new and old mixed together, Liao Que Que held Jiang Nian's ankle and lifted it up a bit, and took off her socks, exposing the wound completely.

Liao Que Que stared at Jiang Nian's soles expressionlessly, before asking for a moment, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Nian shrank his legs, but was held tightly by Liao Que.

Chatting about Quaque: "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Nian leaned on the stool and shrank hard, and finally retracted his legs: "It doesn't hurt, it's okay."

After finishing speaking, he put on his shoes and socks, his hands and feet were calm, as if it really did not hurt as she said.

After Jiang Nian's dance ended, the flower fair gradually became less lively. The two stepped on the remaining flowers and falling rocks, said goodbye at the intersection, and then went back separately.

Liao Que Que walked towards the house that Jiang Nian gave her, without turning on the lights or igniting the fire. She knew that Jiang Nian was still watching her at that intersection, and she also knew that Jiang Nian would turn his head and leave after losing sight of her. But chatting about Quaque didn't look back.

Jiang Nian has a younger sister, and what Jiang Nian often said to her was, why are you like my younger sister.

younger sister.

She didn't know what Jiang Nian was to her. Her Second Highness Youdu was now over [-] years old, but few people cared about her.

Her mother was one, but the one who really asked her what she wanted was the one behind her who had only known her for a month.

These days, she even sometimes felt that she was really Xiaoyue in Jiang Nian's heart.

Talking about Que Que walked a few more steps, and after hearing Jiang Nian's footsteps to leave, he changed direction and headed for another place.

After the flower festival, Yishan became completely quiet, and there was no sound of wind or water. Although Lia Que was in the dark, her eyes were very bright. After a while, she searched for a cave and sniffed lightly. There was a faint scent of flowers, and she lifted her foot and went inside.

The fragrance of the flowers in the cave was even stronger, similar to the fragrance on Jiang Nian's body, but it was not the same when he smelled it closely. Liao Queque let out a soft hum from his nasal cavity, and went quietly to the house and to the bedside.

A woman on the bed was sleeping soundly, breathing slowly.

Liao Que Que put his arms around his chest and glanced at the woman's forehead, but didn't see the genealogy, then glanced at the woman's face, her appearance was ordinary.

She didn't observe any more, her palm caught fire and hit the candle lamp beside the bed.

The woman on the bed woke up immediately, she saw the light in the room, she searched for a while, and gasped when she saw the chatterbox next to the bed.

"Ah... well."

Before she could scream, the woman next to the bed came to her eyes and covered her mouth.

"Hush." ​​Liao Que winked at the woman, "Don't shout."

The woman swallowed, seeing that the person in front of her was also a woman, she seemed to let go of her guard, grabbed the quilt and frowned and asked, "Who are you? Why are you at my house?"

Liao Qua Que tilted his head and smiled, and put down his covering hands in a harmless manner: "My name is Xiaoyue, what's your name, sister?"

"I, my name is Fangyuan."

Liao Que Que lowered his head and said sweetly, "Sister Fangyuan, stretch out your hand."

Fang Yuan was stunned, but instead of doing so, he flinched: "What do you want to do?"

Liao Que Que stretched her hands into the quilt, Fang Yuan struggled, but found that Lia Que Que had a lot of strength, and directly pressed her hands behind her back.

"What are you doing! Who are you! What are you doing!"

While Fang Yuan was struggling, his hands were bound by Liao Que Que, and a piece of white cloth was tightly tied to the edge of the bed.

"Shh~" Liao Que Que put his hand on Fang Yuan's lips.

Fang Yuan struggled in fright, almost crying, "Who the hell are you?"

Liao Que Que smiled: "I am Jiang Nian's younger sister."

"Jiang Nian?" Fang Yuan paused for a moment, then looked at Liao Que Que carefully, and said loudly, "You are talking nonsense! You are not Jiang Nian's sister! Who are you! What do you want to do?"

Liao Que Que raised her eyebrows, lightly patted Fang Yuan's shoulder, and when Fang Yuan calmed down, she took out something from her sleeve.

"Do you know him?" Liao Que Que asked.

Fang Yuan looked down at the things in Que Que's hands, and after only one glance, he suddenly raised his head: "You..."

Liao Que Que bowed her head, she was holding the stone that was stuck at Jiang Nian's feet in her hand.

Liao Que Que tilted his head, and looked at the person in front of him with an aggrieved face: "Sister Fangyuan, are you jealous of my Jiang Nian?"

"You're talking nonsense!" Fang Yuan said excitedly, "I didn't!"

Liao Que Que raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

She lifted the stone, put it in front of Fang Yuan's eyes, pointed to the blood red spot on it, and said, "Did you see it? Jiang Nian is bleeding."

Fang Yuan frowned and turned her head away, chatting with Que Que suddenly became ruthless, pinched Fang Yuan's chin, and pushed her head back.

"Even if Jiang Nian is injured, he can dance better than you." Liao Que Que tried harder, lifting her chin: "Are you angry?"

Fang Yuan shook his head angrily, and shook off Lia Que's hand: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"What do I want to do?"

Liao Queque chuckled, and suddenly lifted Fangyuan's quilt: "Jiang Nian is soft-tempered, which doesn't mean you can bully her at will." She pinched Fangyuan's ankle: "Don't think I don't know what you did."

Chatting about Que Que didn't say much anymore, Jiang Nian's injury was an inch below the tip of his toe, and Chatting Que Que also searched for that spot, pushing the stone into Fang Yuan's feet without leaving any room.

Stones go into the meat, leaving nothing behind.

"Ah!" Fang Yuan yelled out loudly, and wept bitterly in an instant.

Liao Que looked at Fang Yuan indifferently, and asked, "How does it taste?"

Fang Yuan's whole body was stiff, her lips turned white, and she couldn't make a sound.

Liao Que Que pressed the stone, and pushed it a little further, because she pushed the tip of the stone, a sharp point protruded from the back of the foot.

Fang Yuan yelled again.

Liao Que Que looked at the blood on Fang Yuanyuan's sole: "I'm asking you something."

Fang Yuan was in pain, and it took him a while to find his own voice: "It hurts."

Liao Que Que let go of Fangyuan's foot, and with a thud, his foot landed on the bed, and Fangyuan let out another scream of pain.

Liao Que stood up, looking at the person on the bed in pain and grimness with a blank face.

Liao Que Que asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Yuan didn't dare not answer, and hurriedly said: "I just, Jiang Nian has thick soles, I didn't think about it, I just wanted her to make mistakes."

After hearing this, Liao Que Que was very dissatisfied, stepped forward and unceremoniously pulled out the stone, followed by another painful sound from Fang Yuan, raised her other leg, and nailed it in.

"Ah!" Fang Yuan cried out in pain again.

Chatting about Que Que coldly: "What's wrong?"

"It's wrong, it's wrong." Fang Yuan intermittently said, "I shouldn't treat Jiang Nian like this, I'm not as skilled as others, I shouldn't...ah!"

Liao Que Que pulled out the stone again, Fang Yuan was sweating profusely.

Her hands were covered with blood but she didn't think they were dirty. Looking at the person with her head hanging in front of her, she put the stones in her palms and threw them up and down.

"Do you want to keep you?" Liao Que Que seemed to be talking to himself, and said again: "Forget it, let's kill it."

Fang Yuan immediately raised her head when she heard this, panted and shook her head and said, "I know I was wrong, don't kill me."

Liao Que Que pursed his lips, shook his head innocently, then smiled softly, and plunged the stone into Fang Yuan's heart.

"Well."

Blood rushed to his head, and Fang Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Oh, I should take the bone." Liao Que laughed suddenly, she leaned forward, touched Fang Yuan's forehead, and then turned into a wisp of colored smoke, rushing into Fang Yuan's forehead, for a moment Come out again.

This time she used it very well, and there was no discomfort in her body.

Liao Que Que's brows were filled with joy, and he slapped her when he saw the person on the bed who had passed out at some point.

Fang Yuan woke up from the pain, chatting about Que Que hastily handed over the things in his hands.

"Look, what is this?"

Without waiting for Fangyuan's answer, Chatting Queque excitedly said: "It's your demon bone."

"Demon... demon bone?" Fang Yuan repeated weakly.

Chatting and smiling: "Come."

She untied Fang Yuan's hand, and put the demon bone on Fang Yuan's hand.

The corner of Fangyuan's mouth was bleeding, and he was tired of chatting about Gaque, so he didn't want to stay any longer, so he directly held Fangyuan's hand, and helped her exert force, crushing the demon bone.

Before Fang Yuan disappeared, Lia Que stood up, stretched himself, blew out the candle, turned and left.

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