Chapter 11 The name Cangji comes from the sky
Mingyue was a little surprised when she saw the little girl. She paused and whispered to her, "The boss is injured. You take care of the boss first. You must take good care of him, okay?"
When there was still time to react, Mingyue had handed over the boss to her.
The five-year-old child looks really weak, with white cheeks and no blush. The cracked lips were attached with bright red blood marks. The faint smell of blood was caged beside him.
However, he seemed to be asleep and peaceful.
The moon has disappeared.
The little girl held him in her arms and came into such close contact that I found that his body temperature was surprisingly low.
That cold feeling was like touching a cold body. In an instant, I had an illusion that the child in front of me had died.
The little girl carried him to bed.
There was no thick quilt in the room. I watched the girl turn over the box and wrapped him in layers of silk quilts. Although it is relatively thin, it is always better than nothing.
His chest fluctuated gently, and his pulse seemed to be calm, but his eyes were closed all the time.
I've been taking care of this child, and I don't know what the sound of the piano has stopped. When I flew to the top of the bamboo forest, there was no sound of the piano except for the sparse sound of birds.
"Su Yunliutian, come and have a look and see if there is anything wrong with him?"
I didn't expect this stupid girl's voice to be so loud. I was going to go in, but I found that the child opened his eyes weakly. So, I stopped and hid outside to watch secretly.
"Help me up, I need to adjust my breath."
The young child's voice was shallowly tired, and his eyes widened slightly, but he quickly closed back.
"Hey, are you all right?"
"Hello? ......”
"Children? ......”
"Handsome guy? ......”
“......”
No matter what the girl's name is, the child has no reaction. The little girl moved the stool, sat by the bed, held her cheeks in her hands, and stared at him.
A five-year-old child's hand is so immature that even compared with a girl, it is not as small as half the size of her palm. However, he was seriously injured, but he knew how to take care of himself. All kinds of signs seemed to be a peerless master with profound skills.
Why did he get hurt? Who would give such a heavy hand to a five-year-old child?
I stared at his face, and I couldn't see any expression on his immature cheek. The condensed look is as if he is nothing.
"Hey..." The little girl picked up her right hand and floated in front of the child.
still has no response.
Suddenly, the little girl made a big face in front of the child, and she burst into laughter. At this time, she had already pinched his face up and down with her claws. She probably wanted to determine whether this face belonged to the five-year-old child, or she just wanted a little revenge on the big boss of the fairy house, because this cold big boss also made her small when she first met. The little one made a fool of himself.
A person is in a world of recklessness when adjusting his breath, so there is no reaction to everything in the outside world. No matter how hard the little girl pinches, she will not feel pain unless the other party wakes up by herself.
"You bastard, you are suffocate!"
The little girl looked at his wrinkled face and gradually turned red, but the deep and shallow red mark seemed so uneven.
Although those eyes hung weakly, they were extremely sharp when they opened. However, when she looked into those eyes, the little girl quickly withdrew her hand and regained her composure.
The long eyelashes hung on both sides, but quietly shrank with the eyebrows, with some similar ups and downs.
"What are you doing?" He looks like he's awake.
Huh? ...No."
The five-year-old child subconsciously touched his face, with a little pain, with some inexplicable conjecture. He turned his eyes to the little girl, as if such penetration could see everything in front of him.
The little girl was a little scared again, just like the dark eyes when she saw him for the first time.
"I think this mirror is a little annoying. I'll move it." The little girl turned her back to him, spit out the tip of her tongue, and moved the mirror to the back hall. If this five-year-old boss saw the look of his face being **, I don't know how he would feel.
"What's your name?" Tongyin remembered it again.
"Flower wants clothes."
The clouds want clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows the threshold. Li Bai's clear tone, the first sentence, is such an amazing word. Flowers want clothes... flowers, clothes.
The little girl calls Huaxiangyi.
The child suddenly muttered several times. The daughter who spends millions of dollars and the only daughter of the water world is also called Huaxiangyi. People who have seen her say that they don't know what she looks like, because she always wears a white veil when she appears. In the world, there are rumors that she is a beautiful woman, and some people hold contradictory opinions that she is an ugly woman rarely seen in a hundred years, so the owner of the old world will not allow her to leave the room. What do you think?"
Huaxiang smiled faintly, and there were not too many constered ripples on her face. Does the boss also evaluate a person by his appearance?
"I'm just interested in such a legendary woman. Besides, since her birth, there have been fortune-telling for her. She said that she planted everything and broke the peach blossoms and changed the sky.
"That's just a rumor of a warlock. Does the boss believe this?"
"How can you conclude that this is a rumor?"
"Can the boss be sure that this is not a rumor?"
Huaxiangyi did not admit her identity or deny it. Why do you always say something boring? Although you are the boss, should you tell your sister what your name is?
He smiled and was very cheerful.
It seems that he can't do anything too quickly, as if something is tearing his heart with a force. Just like this moment, his breathing became a little short.
Hua wanted to help him, but he still stopped him.
"It's just a small problem, old disease, it doesn't matter."
It's hard to hide the smile on your face, old disease? What old diseases does a five-year-old child have? Didn't you have it when you were in your mother's womb? Does a five-year-old child know what an old disease is? However, it is definitely not good to laugh in such a situation. She thought and changed the topic. So what did you laugh at just now?
"No one has ever dared to order me to do things like this in front of me as a sister. You are the first."
That's really a lonely and somewhat deformed child who likes to be ordered to do things.
"Then can you tell me what your name is? Do you like me to call you 'Hello' all the time? Huaxiangyi bent down and said in his ear, "Sister, to tell you the truth, I don't want to call the boss in front of such a little child. I still feel awkward if you are not awkward!"
The sky gradually dimmed. The child's face is a little dim. At least the expression on his face is vague, not to mention his heart. A heart that is too small, how can it carry too many things?
"Cangji. My name is Cangji.
He resumed his usual silence, just let her go out first, because he needed to recuperate.
When Huaxiangyi came out of the inner room, there was some inexplicable feeling in her heart.
The vicissitudes...the vast sky.
Huaxiang called him Xiaocangji.
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At the top of me, someone passed by, and more than one
For a master, it is always extremely ** for such a subtle sound. I also floated in the direction of the shadow. A hundred steps under one's feet.
When I saw that figure clearly, it was in a weed forest in Jingxianju. To be precise, it should not be a figure, but a figure.
A woman in a beige silk dress is being surrounded by more than a dozen people wrapped in black. The most coincidental thing is that the woman is inseparable. It is precisely the close person around the boss of Mingyue and Jingxianju.
This place is still the boundary of Jingxianju, but the weeds in the whole yard are reborn and desolate. I quietly noted that few places are always more suitable for fighting, and I also saw a little clearly that both sides seemed to be careful not to disturb anyone.
I saw a bright red logo on the all-black turban. It is an inch long and half an inch wide red line, stretching on the edge of the head.
There is no trace of blood.
Those are well-trained killers, and they all come from a top-secret killer organization called Bloodless.
A dozen pairs of sharp eyes surround the moon. If she has any rash action, a dead door will be revealed. Being broken means death. If you don't make any movement, the longer you drag, the more dangerous it will be.
The moon rises with swords and dances blossoming sword flowers. In the east, west, north and south, the swords are all false moves.
Cut the moon and fly flowers, and thousands of troops sweep away.
The lunar moon jumped from a tight encirclement and soared into the air. It was just a moment that all the killers had been thrown to the ground. Facing the wind, the fierce sword swept across a row of throats, and even the screams had been eliminated.
What a fast sword.
The sword of the lunar moon was dragged to the ground, and then the blood slowly splashed from the handle of the knife to the grass. A strong smell of blood caught in the air and sent to the tip of my nose. I have never liked this kind of smell, which is always disgusting. It seems that I still prefer the smell of powder, fragrant, gorgeous, sweet, and some are just happy.
Finally, there are two left to fight alone.
Mingyue also seems a little difficult, but these two people don't seem to pose much threat.
surprisingly, the moon did not seal his throat with a sword, but tied it with a rope.
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Between the vicissitudes and the flowers, it seems that something is destined to happen.
What is? Children, let's continue.
Old topic, give some red tickets, the more the better.
Sprinkle flowers and welcome everyone to smash red tickets.
Summary: Amitabha