017: Ghost

Qingyun smiled and looked at the cinnabar pulled away by Bai Hua. He was obviously injured and couldn't help looking back at his child. The child who always put other people's feelings first.

She is like a delicate little flower, refreshing, happy blooming, and the dew is extremely crystal.

Qingyun lowered his head and looked at his hand. Just now, it was this hand that scared her, right?

What is she afraid of? Bloody? The body? It's a pity that Qingyun's hands have been stained with too much blood. No wonder she is so scared.

A trace of self-mockery appeared on his lips. Qingyun shook his head and turned his head, but his eyes were attracted by a figure not far away.

"You?" The black eyes were slightly stunned, and then smiled again, "Are you still here?"

There was no response, but in the forest not far away, a white figure moved. Leaning against a thick trunk, he sat slowly on the ground, curled up like a baby.

Qingyun looked at this figure. The sun shone down from the end of the tree. The mottled sunlight sprinkled on the long dark hair, which formed a sharp contrast with the white clothes. The dry hands were tightly clenched, hugged the knees, and the face was covered by the hair, and the appearance could not be seen at all.

"Are you following that child?" Qingyun asked.

The man paused slightly and still didn't say anything.

"Why do you suffer so much," Qingyun raised his lips slightly. "Since it's time to leave, don't be so persistent and attached. What can't you put down? Are you unwilling or unwilling?"

He trembled gently. The man put his head tightly against his knees. His originally thin body was even thinner at this moment. The breeze blew, blowing the white clothes, and outlined the lines of the woman.

"I'll give you a warning that is not a warning," Qingyun gently stroked the ribbon with long hair with his hand, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes. "Whether you want to be a man or a ghost, if you hurt the child, I won't forgive you."

The woman in white shook her body and slowly raised her head. Pale face, bright red lips, but faint tears appeared in his eyes. However, Qingyun didn't bother to look at the tears at all, and turned around and left.

And the child in Qingyun's mouth is now worried and emotional about his situation.

Why did you kill me...

I can't think of this problem, but I can't guess it. According to common sense, it is normal for a foreign princess to come to this prosperous country and be bullied and despised.

Her wish is very simple. She can make this powerful Shang country not bully Wu Zhaoguo, who was originally weak and experienced a plague baptism, and let her citizens have a chance to breathe and let them continue to thrive safely. But who did her cinnabar offend? Who on earth wants to kill himself?

Cinnabar can't figure it out. She really can't figure it out.

At this time, the cinnabar sat on the grass and felt a sense of fatigue from the heart. It made her so depressed that she didn't even say anything. Sitting next to her, it was probably Bai Hua, who had never thought that the cinnabar would be so close. All this was messy and unspeakable.

The cinnabar took off the small hat decorated with colorful beads on its head, then pulled the braid on the other side, gently pulled it, the hairband slipped off, and the black hair flew.

Bai Hua turned his head slightly and looked at the rare quiet kitten. The green silk flew and wrapped around her face. There were tears in her eyes, and the cherry lips were slightly open, as if the petals full of rain and dew, which was so pitiful.

The heart suddenly beat violently, and this strange feeling made Bai Hua very unhappy.

The cinnabar turned his head and was shocked by Bai Hua's expression in front of him. But seeing that Bai Hua frowned, as if he was staring at Wen Liang, staring at himself with hateful eyes, as if he was going to jump up and hit himself at any time.

"What are you doing?" Cinnabar stared back unwillingly, "Do you want to scare me?"

Bai Hua was caught by the cinnabar, and his face was red and white. He turned his head angrily and didn't even argue. He just lowered his head and stared at the ground extremely tangled.

"Hey," the cinnabar shouted, but Bai Hua did not respond. He was so anxious that the cinnabar raised its volume and roared, "Hey!"

"What are you doing!" Bai Huayou hid his body far away, then rubbed his ears with his hands and stared at the cinnabar with disgust.

"Do me a favor." The cinnabar raised his hand, and there was a pink ribbon between his green fingers. Can you help me tie up my hair?"

Bai Hua just wanted to get angry, but when he saw the injured arm of the cinnabar, he only squeezed his mouth tightly, silently took the ribbon and stood up, and walked behind the cinnabar.

"Ging your head." Bai Hua ordered impatiently.

"What are you doing with your head down?" The cinnabar asked puzzledly.

"How can I do it if you don't bow your head?" Bai Hua roared like an idiot.

The cinnabar gas knot, but at least it is for people, so I have to lower my head.

He stretched out his hand and put the long hair dancing in the wind together. The warm long hair was not infected by the hot heat at all. Instead, it exuded fluorescent moisture, cold and cool. It was no different from the silk in his hand. Bai Hua was a little curious. Is all women's hair so soft?

"Hurry up, what are you in a daze?" In order to facilitate the Baihua's hair, Zhusha has already lowered his head. At this time, he has maintained this posture for a long time, and his neck feels a little painful.

"Oh? Oh." Bai Hua was slightly stunned, and then hurriedly restrained and lowered his head to seriously tie the braids of cinnabar. When it was well tied, Bai Hua suddenly found that the arms and neck of the cinnabar, coupled with this braid, had been tied three knots by Bai Hua. He suddenly felt a little funny, so he grinned. However, when Bai Hua raised his head, his eyes were suddenly burned, and his whole face was enlarged in astonishment.

"Ghost..." He stammered and couldn't even say a whole sentence.

"Have you finished it?" It's uncomfortable for Zhusha to lower his head like this, and he can't help shouting happily.

"..." Bai Hua opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

In front of his eyes, in the woods not far away, a white figure slowly came out. A black hair hung in front of him, so long that it almost blocked the whole face. One eye was faintly exposed, staring at Bai Hua, little by little, moving towards this direction.

Bai Hua felt his back slowly climbing up a layer of coolness. The cold wind blew, which made him trembling.

The wind blew up the woman's long hair, revealing her blood-red lips, which actually grinned and showed an extremely strange smile.

"Ah!" Zhu Sha shouted, regardless of the pain in his arm. He stretched out his hands to pull Bai Hua's hand, which suddenly held his neck tightly. "What are you going to do? You psycho, stinky Baihua, do you want to kill me!"

However, when he raised his head, the cinnabar suddenly saw the... female ghost who was slowly coming.

Female ghost!

She is really following herself!

The cinnabar was stricken and speechless. Bai Hua's hand holding the cinnabar's neck was extremely cold, which increased the chill of cinnabar. However, the female ghost looked at Bai Hua affectionately and approached step by step.

"You! You! You!" Bai Hua was bluffed that his face was as pale as paper, his eyes wandered, and he didn't even know where to look. He strode back, but was tripped by the weeds under his feet and fell straight to the ground.

The female ghost crossed the cinnabar and slowly walked towards Bai Hua.

Bai Hua was already sweating profusely. He wanted to escape, but his body was stiff and he couldn't move at all. I had to watch the female ghost squat down when she was close to her.

"No! Don't!" Bai Hua really lived up to his reputation as a coward at all. He was so scared that he closed his eyes and shouted, "Go, go!" I haven't done anything wrong in my life. If you are short of gold and silver, I will call people to burn a lot of gold and silver ingots for you tonight. What kind of gold and silver mountains, gold and jade girls are your choice..."

"Hua'er..." A soft voice sounded. Did such a beautiful voice come from the mouth of this female ghost?

Zhu Sha looked at the female ghost in surprise, and Bai Hua suddenly opened his eyes.

"This voice..." Bai Hua looked at the female ghost in a pangion. The black hair hung down, and what was faintly seen was the slightly raised red lips, with a happy smile. Bai Hua stretched out a hand and slowly pulled up the long hair on the female ghost's forehead. His fingertips were cold, and his fingers trembled slightly. Slowly, he seemed to be afraid and hesitant to close his hair, revealing a face that was so thin that almost only Pi Xiang was left.

The pale face, without a trace of blood, concave and convex cheekbones, there seems to be no flesh and blood, only a scary white skin tightly wrapped around the bones. To say that this is a ghost, no one will doubt it. However, this ghost has beautiful eyes and shows happy eyes.

The bright red and dazzling lips are also trembling slightly.

"Yu...er?" Hua Bai called out tentatively.

The "female ghost" closed her eyes and nodded slightly, with a gratifying smile on her face.

"Yu'er?" Zhu Sha suddenly forgot his pain and shouted happily, "Are you the jade concubine? Well, the owner of Baiyuan?"

Yufei's figure was slightly shocked, and it seemed that the name "Yufei" frightened her. She turned her head and looked at the cinnabar with shocked and unexpected eyes. She looked at each other, and there was a strange feeling in the hearts of both sides.

Yu Zhusha has never seen such a face. She really can't imagine what will happen to torture a living woman into such a terrible appearance at present. It seems that the flesh of her whole body has disappeared without a trace, and how did she fall like this?

Seeing the surprise and faint fear in the cinnabar eyes, and the eyes when she looked at herself, Yufei's heart hurt like a knife. She slowly lowered her head, dried her hands, clenched tightly, and closed her eyes painfully.

Bai Hua put down his hand, and the long hair on his forehead fell down, covering the face that was once beautiful, but now it was so dry and terrible that people dare not look at it again.