Chapter 23 Force Control Xinxiang Envy Hundred Flowers

What is strange is that such an urgent secret letter is not written by the master of the Shuiming world, but by Gu Yiyan, the most effective master of the world, the big housekeeper of the Shuiming world. Is there any major event in the Shuiming world that he is already his own person for spending millions?

Miss.

The world owner has become a disease of depression because he misses the young lady for many times and blindly overworked all day long. In front of the sick bed, although there is a high warm pillow and a good doctor, it is not as good as the lady's superior medicine. The condition of the world owner has been delayed for some time. He has concealed it from everyone and is still pretending to be uplifted. In recent days, the owner's condition has worsened. He means that you should come back quickly, I'm afraid he...

At the time of confusion, the owner of the world has been thinking about the marriage contract between Miss and Mr. Hong, the second master of the Cangming world. On behalf of the owner of the world, their subordinates have also reached a consensus on behalf of the Lord of the Cangming World. Everyone hopes that you can get married as soon as possible. Therefore, according to the meaning of the world owner, the wedding date was advanced to October 28, and the matchmaker also said that it was a rare good day. And the wedding invitation has also been widely published. At that time, all forces in the four cities of the universe will be invited to witness your union. In addition, the letter was accompanied by an invitation to the boss of Jingxianju, hoping that Miss would rush back to Cangming Villa as soon as possible. Please talk about the details in person.

A respectful look."

Gu Yiyan, are you really thinking about me and my father?!

The little girl muttered a few words and left first without saying anything. No matter what I called, she left as if she had never heard it. And the mutton skin superstition in her hand was also clenched in her hand and clenched fists, almost gnawing the relatively hard-looking paper into a ball.

The hiss of kneading the parchment always makes me feel a little uneasy.

The little girl is angry, or angry.

Well, it's not the master who provoked her this time.

I shook the corners of my clothes. If the green butterfly wind and cloud clothes are wrinkled, it won't look good, even if it's only half. It's still comfortable to sit on the table. I found a more comfortable posture, with my legs tilted up. At least, such a posture can look down at the vicissitudes and feel like climbing. Have you finished what you want to say?

Cang Ji lies on the table, but the pen in his hand is constantly moving. I picked up a big apple and nibbled it with relish. Why do I always feel that the apples I eat in Cangji are much better than those in my room?

His pen moved quickly, one stroke at a time, and he didn't know whether he was practicing any calligraphy or drawing a certain water-colored elixir. I glanced carefully, but only saw a few sentences, very cursive fonts, which were almost not recognized by my master.

"Acacia was said on the pipa string. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the colorful clouds returned."

A very sad poem, the most sad poem in a poem, a sad woman, a woman's saddest moment. Yan Jidao's "Linjiang Immortals" tells the story of sadness, sighing is sadness, the words are bead, and the words are sad. However, what does this have to do with the vicissitudes?

I took my eyes back and complained about the feelings of the woman. I really didn't know.

"Well, that's all I have to say." Cangji responded faintly, and his left hand lifted the wide cuffs of his right hand and would concentrate.

"Have you forgotten... Maybe there is something that hasn't been said yet!" I twisted my other hand and tried all kinds of ways to prompt him, but the result was really futile.

He suddenly stopped his pen, "Oh..." he looked at me in surprise, and then grinned, as if he remembered something.

I listened to what he was going to say to me.

"I still don't remember!" He lowered his head again and continued to write about his wild grass.

I'm really speechless." You..."

Cangji finally put down his pen and looked at me. I didn't know if it was really finished, or I thought I was angry to comfort me.

An evil smile climbed to his cheek and overflowed his whole body, including the bone marrow. Su Yun, do you think there is something else?

His words made me speech suddenly. Obviously, he asked me to come here.

He approached me without a slight sense of guilt, which made me jump off the table with excitement, "Damn! Then why did you let me work so hard to come here?

He smiled alone, "Naturally, he came to listen to the secret letter from Cangming World!"

"Does this secret letter have anything to do with me?" I suppressed my anger and asked what was going on.

He shook his head hard and then nodded again. I don't know what that means.

"This secret letter is not that it has nothing to do with you, but that it is absolutely and definitely has nothing to do with you." He finished this with a smile.

Why do I always feel that he is here to find fault today? Are you fooling me?

I was about to get up and say something, but I found that my body had a strong sense of dizziness, shaking violently, as if it was not mine, but all the ornaments I could see in front of me. Even the vicissitudes seemed to be sitting up and down, jumping in front of me. You really have nothing to look for...!"

Cangji took the paper that had just been written, and then blew it a few times with satisfaction, as if the ink had begun to dry up. Those words seem to be very big. Why does it feel bigger than just now? However, why do I always feel that I can't see clearly? I tried to blink my eyes, but I still can't see clearly. Those words seem to have dozens of overlapping appearances, piled up densely.

"Shh...Su Yun...you were poisoned by me..."

"Dad, don't go, okay?" A child hid in an empty room and shook away the evil moonbook. After a while, he picked up the evil moonbook from the ground, and then respectfully put it back to the center of the room, carefully wiped it, and did not dare to neglect it.

His voice was childish and slender, with a weak sense of twitching, "Lian is very good and will not make his father angry again. When Liu Tian grows up and learns martial arts, he will definitely find his mother, okay?"

"The flowing clouds are very good, and the room is densely piled up. I have read most of them. Dad, are you happy?"

"Dad...don't go..."

"Dad..."

There was no one in the room, and the fantasy that had just appeared had disappeared, only his heartbreaking shouts, full of them.

Empty, as if in those years, a person quietly in a daze, a person quietly practicing talking to himself. That's why Su Yunliutian is the most eloquent and eloquent person now, because no one will want to try again when he was lonely in the past.

"Now, it's time to wake up?"

Cangji nodded my head with his hand, and then pushed straight into my eyes. Such a look, just like the hatred and madness when he first saw me.

"I didn't expect you to have nightmares!" His voice is light, but in his heart, I'm afraid there have been turbulent waves for a long time, constantly hitting back and forth.

A sad smile flashed from the corners of my mouth. Will anyone not have nightmares? God has dreams, not to mention that I am just a person who eats grains.

Because you are crazy, you will dream. Because you care, you will have nightmares.

From the moment he poisoned me, I should have known that he hated me, hated me, hated me very much, even more than I hated my mother.

I just lay in that **, and that time I strayed into the underground of the hut in the green bamboo forest.

It turns out that this place is originally connected with the previous place.

Jin quilt, plain clothes, simple furniture, and the poem that has been on the table.

"If you still meet him, tell him a true statement, it's not that you don't practice books, it's that you don't have no talent, you can't buy heavenly paper around the Qingjiang River."

Familiar language, familiar environment, it seems that there are some things destined to explain. I just don't know if that's a good thing.

What should come will always come. This is the most common sentence that Green Wuchang says. He is impermanent in everything, but only this sentence has been hanging around. However, at this moment, it is probably the most appropriate for me.

I'm not tied up, but my whole body is a little sour and weak.

The candlelight shone, and I asked a question, "After all, when did you poison it?"

I ask myself that I am very careful about such things. General poisons can't defeat me. What's more, I can know that the smell of an article must be abnormal.

What's more, I didn't eat anything. I walked the same road as a girl and sucked the same air as the vicissitudes. Why didn't anything happen to either of them? Why was I the only one who had an accident? No, to be precise, I'm the same as them, just one more apple than them.

No, is it... poisonous in this apple?

Cangji smiled and listened to my analysis, but he took an apple from the table in front of me and put it in his mouth and bit it vigorously. "The apple smells good, isn't it? This is what I ordered to ship for a long distance!" He took another bite, and the fragrance of the apple spread in front of me in the direction of the airflow.

Why is that?

When you went down the patio, I put poison on the armrest of that chair. To be precise, this is just a kind of poison. It won't be a big deal. It's just that you just can't use your internal force. It's not a poisonous gas. How can you smell it? What's more, this poison, power control incense, has not spread in the world at all, so how can you know it?

Cangji, he will never raise witchcraft. How can he understand witchcraft?

"Don't guess, this..." He looked at the few "power control incense" left in his hand and then put them into his pocket. "It was given to me by myself very early in the morning."

"Who?"

"You don't have to know this." Cangji waved his hand and turned in one direction.

"Why did you kill me?" I thought I would never have a chance to ask this sentence, but at this moment, I want to ask, even if I die, I will die more clearly, won't I, vicissitudes?

"I hate you..." He replied, and the indifferent and resentful pupils in his eyes seemed to never see the end.

Hate, he and I are about hate.

"Do you know that?" I sighed and asked tentatively.

"Yes, I know, maybe I know it earlier than you, Su Yunliutian!"

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Suffy nose, headache, this small theater is short.

Excuse me.

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