Chapter 32 ugly

Looking at those eyes like a cold pool, Qingzhu's heart jumped like a little rabbit. "Those people in black destroyed all my family. We share the same hatred, and we will definitely repay them ten times in the future, but if we can't find them... naturally I want you to compensate..." I don't know if I'm guilty. She said that she had no confidence in the end.

The text sneered, and the smile made people shudder.

He knew that the women in the world were dirty except that person, either greedy for his beauty or greedy for his money. All the people close to him had their own purposes. Only that person was sincere to himself, but now she... also abandoned herself.

"You don't have to worry about the money. If I can go back safely, I will definitely compensate you ten times the price." His eyes were slightly opened and his eyebrows gradually loosened.

Qingzhu held his thick ink hair in one hand, and combed his five fingers in the other hand from top to bottom.

"Who are they?" She spoke cautiously for fear of shocking this broken doll-like man.

The text opened his eyes, and a pair of sharp eyes came out of the sheath with a cold light that was not stained with blood and vowed not to return to the sheath. Qingzhu suddenly felt a cold current and couldn't help shivering.

"They are the ones who hate me!" The text felt the fear of Qingzhu and closed his eyes again. He will never tell the past to others, because the old things are his history of blood and tears, and he has sold his body to look back. Now his ordinary pride and nobility have disappeared at this time. Do you have to tell an ugly girl who has just met for ten days?

Qingzhu's heart is full of turns, and he immediately knows it and doesn't continue to ask questions.

He must be a person with difficulties, and Qingzhu also has secrets that he doesn't want to know for others. Don't do to others what he doesn't want to do.

She dried his body and put ointment on his back before putting on Qingzhu's new clothes. She was originally petite, and he was very tall, and his clothes looked very funny.

Qingzhu was busy and found that he was also sweating. In addition, he had just been drenched in the cold rain, and his whole body was wet, cold and hot.

"You are drenched by the rain. If you don't change your dry clothes and come to warm yourself, you will also fall ill!" Although the text expressed concern when saying this, it still gave people a strong sense of indifference.

He looked up at her black eyes, and the two looked at each other for a long time. Qingzhu looked away shyly, and the text also withdrew his eyes and looked at the bright and dark flames in front of him.

She couldn't help frowning, and a small face immediately flew up to two red clouds. "Well, could you please turn your head and avoid it? I want to change my clothes!"

"What? Let me avoid it?" The text glanced at her contemptuously, "What's good-looking, figure or appearance?" I don't care if my chest is naked. I'm afraid your place is the same as your head and has no ambition!" His face was full of smiles, and from time to time he glanced at the greatness of a woman's chest without a trace.

When Qingzhu heard this, he shivered fiercely and immediately picked up his shoulder to cover the surging "chest". His soul was faint. This hateful man** is full of such obscene things in his mind. Is the standard for identifying women breasts? No wonder people say that men always have a deep affection for cows. But others don't know, don't you know that you forgot that night you...

"Does the ambition of the bird finch know Honghu? How can you understand the hills in my chest? Only blind people turn a blind eye!" She loosened her arms again and said majestically, "Behold, I was originally a female concave and convex warrior on the Everest, and not a princess of peace in the plains. It was natural for you to avoid it. If it hadn't been for your inconvenience, I would have kicked you out now."

She said a lot on this side. She listened to the text confusedly and didn't know what to say. In short, she complained that she had no eyes and didn't know her golden jade. "I really don't see anything to see in your place!"

"You... you still touch it in the Fulai inn... How can't you see that it's always as big as meat buns..." Qingzhu was trembling at the corners of his mouth, incoherent and his expression was abnormal.

"Sneer!" The text didn't care. He looked at his left hand with a smile, curled up his fingers, and blew his hands seriously, as if he was still recalling the feeling of the day. "Ugly girl, where are you still eating meat buns? I think it's a fried egg at most!"

"You..." Qingzhu controlled himself again and again, gave up the impulse to rush up a few steps, and strangle him to death. His heart was uncomfortable and angry, and his face was red and white.

However, she immediately took the corners of her mouth and said coldly, "I'm ugly. I know it, and the little girl doesn't shirk it, but some people are extremely ugly and don't know themselves. Let me tell you, there are two kinds of people in the world, one is good-looking and the other is ugly, and you are between two. The third one, hey, is so ugly!"

Hearing this, the anger that had been suppressed in his chest poured out like a flood. He only felt that his heart was blocked, his eyes were locked, and his mouth was sweet. "Cough" actually spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and his lips & pieces were as strange and enchanting as fiery red cherries.

The text's cold face turned white, but there were waves of pain and despair in his eyes. His chest was violently up and down. What a proud person he was. He has been praised for his beauty since he was a child, and he has been more conceited as a handsome man in his life. Now he has been poisoned before he falls into a miserable situation. It's really a dragon swimming in shallow water and being bullied by shrimps, and the tiger fell into Pingyang by dogs! This ugly girl actually said that he was not good-looking and still looked ugly. She really deserved to take out her eyes to vent her anger!

Qingzhu is also unbearable. This man has always been strong and domineering, sometimes cold, sometimes evil, sometimes vicious, sometimes domineering, but today's expression seems to not belong to him.

How many times has this made him vomit blood? I remember that when he met for the first time on the first floor of the world, he was so angry that he coughed, and his handkerchief was full of red blood stains. When he met again at the Fulai Inn, his body seemed to be very good. This was the third time in the cave, he coughed blood because of her angry words. What are his symptoms, or are there other reasons?

"What's wrong with you?" Qingzhu felt uncomfortable and puzzled. He stepped forward, squatted down, cheered with one hand on his chest, attached his forehead with the other hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Do you have a fever?"

The text's eyes closed because of pain slowly opened, looking at the woman who was the originator in front of him, and I don't know what it was like. Is she born with the ability to get angry with others? It's embarrassing to ask. If it hadn't been for her several sarcasm, he wouldn't have been hurt. Why did he always disappear from his elegant and unrestrained manner every time he was with her, replaced by endless gaffes and helpless expressions.

And she stared at the face of the text nervously and said anxiously, "I'm sorry, I said it again just now. In fact, it's just some endless jokes. You don't have to take it in your heart, not because I'm angry!"

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face had changed from cold and light. He no longer looked at her and turned his head hard, leaving only the back of her head to look at the darkness deep inside the cave.

Qingzhu originally thought that he would argue with himself. Seeing that he was just silent, he turned his head slightly and said in a broad voice, "Text, don't be angry again. All mistakes are my fault. Now you are injured, and regassing will aggravate your illness!"

In fact, Qingzhu was puzzled. Obviously, he had revenged and should have been happy, but he couldn't see his half-dead and depressed appearance. She was also very wronged. Obviously, he made fun of herself first, and she just laughed at him. How could she make an apology servilely as if she had committed some heinous crime? She just saw that he was still ill and humiliated and didn't want to hurt this doll-like man again.

The text did not make a sound, pretending to close his eyes and sleep to refresh his spirits. Seeing that he did not pay attention to himself, Qingzhu simply changed his clothes, lay down beside him, and slept side by side.

This night, a pair of men and women with their own thoughts spent a sleepless night.

The oriental fish belly is white, and the golden black crows in the morning sun. The next morning, there was a faint morning light in the sky. The white earth could not see the original texture clearly in a mist. Climbing the clouds was reflected by the morning glow. The mountains and rivers were beautiful, the forests were stained, and the warbler was full of swallows, and everywhere was full of vitality.

In the thin and thick fog, by the clear bottom of the river, a small and lovely black figure waved a three-foot-long branch in his hand. The rabbit fell down until it was in the water. In an instant, it was like stepping on a leaf and flying back. At this time, two herrings had already been inserted on the wooden branches in his hand.

If the water is clear, there will be no fish. In this way, it is not a problem to catch a few small fish in the clear river.

Qingzhu scraped off the fish scales with a dagger, opened them and broke their stomachs, and soon cleaned them up. He weighed a basin of river water with a fruit plate and walked back happily towards the cave.

Before she reached the mouth of the cave, she heard a faint voice inside. At this moment, she was anxious and threw down the things in her hand. She had raised her feet and rushed to the cave.

"Don't, don't leave me, please, take me away..." The text seemed to be struggling in a nightmare, with a soft whisper, and the vague sound of "Don't leave me" tore the warmth in her eyes, followed by a trace of richness.

"Text, wake up, you're dreaming." She gently pushed his shoulder and called in a low voice.