Chapter 52 Ugly Old Woman

Qingling lay on ** with her eyes closed, and her face was very pale. Her mouth squirmed slightly and seemed to be whispering in a low voice, and coughing from time to time, which sounded a little worrying.

"Didn't she fall off the cliff? Why didn't you die?" Zhao Xuan looked puzzled and walked slowly.

"Cough." Qingling coughed harder and frowned tightly together, as if it was very painful.

At this time, her eyes suddenly opened, then she gasped, and her chest fluctuated violently because of the violent inhalation of gas.

Seeing that Qingling had difficulty breathing, Zhao Xuan quickly ran to help her up and looked anxious, "Miss Qingling, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Due to nervousness, his hand holding her body trembled slightly.

"I, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't breathe." Qingling's expression was painful. He grabbed Zhao Xuan's arm tightly in one hand and put his other hand on his chest as if he was going to unbutton his collar. However, her hand still couldn't untie the button on her chest, and she looked a little anxious, and there were beads of sweat falling on her forehead.

"You, can you help me unbutton it? I, I feel bad." She looked at Zhao Xuan's eyes full of begging, and her mouth was still gasping violently.

"This... It's not very good!" Zhao Xuan looked very embarrassed at this time, and the bean-sized sweat had soaked his whole back. It's not that he doesn't want to help her, it's really different between men and women!

"Please." Qingling's face became paler and her eyes were bigger than before. Zhao Xuan couldn't bear to see her like this. He squeezed his lips as if he had made some big decision, "Die!" After saying that, he closed his eyes and put his hand to Qingling's chest.

Suddenly, his hand suddenly took it away like an electric shock. Just now, just now, he accidentally touched the two soft touches on her chest.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I swear I definitely didn't mean to." Zhao Xuan raised his hand and swore to heaven and stammered. At this time, his face was sweating like rain.

"I beg you to hurry up, I'm going to die." Qingling suddenly put this sentence out of her throat, and then gasped again. The buttons of her clothes are too tight and it is difficult to breathe.

"Oh!" Zhao Xuan nodded like pounding garlic, and then stretched out his hand to quickly unbutton her chest. A touch of peach-red belly pocket came into his eyes, so ashamed that he quickly dodged his face.

After the button of the clothes was unbuttoned, Qingling felt much more comfortable, the sound of gasping gradually subdued, and the ups and downs of the chest returned to the previous frequency. Thank you." Her eyebrows, which had been wrinkled together, were stretched out at this time, and a light smile rose from the corners of her mouth.

"No, you're welcome." Zhao Xuan is still stattering, and his heart is pounding violently. His eyes accidentally glanced at the peach-red belly pocket on her chest and moved away in horror.

Qingling gasped for a while and now she is much better. She sat up slowly, looked down and saw that her belly pocket on her chest blushed with shame, and quickly reached out to fasten the buttons of her clothes.

At this time, a strong wind suddenly hit outside the door, blowing the portrait in the room crooked. Zhao Xuan suddenly turned around and felt a dark shadow flashing in front of him. The next moment, his body had been kicked out and hit the wall and fell down.

"Ah! It hurts." He covered his chest and slowly raised his head. At this glance, he had the illusion that he had reached Jiuyou Hell.

In front of her stood an old woman, dressed in a black robe and scattered behind her with white hair; her eye sockets were very deep, which looked like a bottomless deep pool; her tall nose was long and thin, and her nostrils were seriously turned out; her mouth was as red and swollen as pepper. Although half of her palm is covered by sleeves, she can still see the high protruding veins on the surface of the withered skin.

This old woman's appearance can no longer be simply described as ugly. She is so angry and disgusted.

"Who are you? Why did you hit me?" Zhao Xuan glared at the old woman.

The old woman didn't answer him. She walked to Qingling to have a look, and then nodded and said, "You are not as pale as last night. Yes, it seems that you have recovered well."

"Mother-in-law, did you save me?" Qingling stood up with her hands supporting the bed board. Her face was not as pale as before, and the sweat on her forehead also evaporated in the air, but her lips looked a little dry.

"Hmm!" The old woman nodded to a wooden table next to her, picked up the teapot on it and poured a bowl of water and handed it to her, "Girl, drink some!"

"Thank you, mother-in-law." Qingling took the bowl of water and poured it down. The taste of this water is very sweet. After drinking the water, she feels good and her face gradually turns red. Maybe the old woman added something to the water!

After drinking the water, she put the bowl back in place and turned around, "Mother-in-law, why did you save me?" When she said this, there was unconcealed sadness in her eyes, and the shadow of the cat's soul appeared in her heart, and a trace of pain surged unconsciously in her heart.

The old woman slowly walked to the window and looked out a little green. It took a long time to answer, "Fate!"

After condensing for a while, she turned around and stared at Qingling seriously. "Girl, I think your pulse is unstable and a little impetuous. There must be something else in your heart that can't be put down!"

Qingling sighed and became in a trance, "What if you can't let go of the ten unsatisfactory things in the world? But it's just more sad."

"Ha ha, it's good to be open. What's the girl's plan for in the future?"

Plant? She really didn't think that her heart was dead from the moment she jumped into the cliff. What else does she plan to do in the future? But since God won't let her die, then live well!

Qingling's eyes unconsciously floated out of the window. The sky there was blue, and a trace of brightness flashed in her heart. Suddenly, she smiled gently, "The earth is big, and the four seas are home."

"Girl, I fell in love with you at the first sight. If you don't mind, you can live with me in the future!" The old woman went out of the hole to collect medicine last night and suddenly saw a figure falling from the air, so she jumped to catch her. At a glance, she loved Qingling from the bottom of her heart, and then took her back to the hut in the forest to recuperate.

"This..." Qingling hesitated.

The old woman waited for her answer with an expectant face, but before Qingling could speak, Zhao Xuan's voice had sounded, "Old witch, don't force others. Miss Qingling won't live with you, an ugly monster!" Zhao Xuan was angry when he thought of the way his mother kicked him.

"What did you say? Look, I won't teach you a lustful. After saying that, the old woman would go forward to teach him a lesson.

"Wait, you can teach me a lesson. Why do you say I'm a lustful person?" Zhao Xuan hid under the table as he spoke.

The old woman flew over and kicked the table open, grabbed his collar and said fiercely, "Your boy was frivolous just now, and you dare to say that you are not a lechst."

"I..." Where is this? Zhao Xuan is really indefensible this time.

"Mother-in-law, he didn't mean to me. He saw that my breathing was uncomfortable and helped me breathe. You wronged him." Qingling quickly came out to explain when she saw this.

"Is that true?"

"Hmm!"

"You son of a bitch." The old woman finally let go of his collar, but her eyes were still frightening. It's good not to have a light girl, but this stinky boy calls her an old witch, which can't be tolerated casually.

The old woman slowly walked back to Qingling, "Girl, if you don't want to live with me, a bad old woman, I won't force you." Although the old woman said so, she could still see the disappointment flowing from her eyes.

"No, mother-in-law, I would like to live with you." Qingling took the old woman's hand and smiled as brightly as spring flowers.

The old woman suddenly smiled, stroked Qingling's hand and said, "Good boy, what a good boy." After saying that, she turned around and stared at Zhao Xuan, "Bad boy, get out of here."

"Get out of here, I don't want to stay here yet!" Zhao Xuan stood up and walked straight to the door.

Nightfall came unconsciously, and the bright moon hung in the sky and sprinkled a little mottled light; the bamboo forest was very quiet, and only insects came from the buzzing.

Zhao Xuan walked in the quiet bamboo forest and found that the night scenery here was more beautiful than during the day, but at this time he was no longer obsessed with the beautiful scenery and just wanted to leave here quickly, because the ugly old woman made him sick. The hut behind him became farther and farther away from him and eventually disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Damn! Why is it getting darker and darker? He walked for a long time but still didn't get out of the bamboo forest. There were only a few roads around, as if he could never walk out.

At this time, the moonlight was covered by clouds and fog, and the bamboo forest was a little dark, but the four fields were frighteningly quiet. Zhao Xuan shrank in fear, and suddenly a cool breeze swept over his ear, listening to the sound of ghost whining.

"Ah!" He stepped forward and his feet trembled with fear. After a while, he fell to the ground.

"Woo-woo"

There was a low sob in the bamboo forest, and it sounded a little miserable. Zhao Xuan sat on the ground, sweating coldly, and his heart fluttered and almost jumped out.

"Grandpa Ghost, Grandma Ghost, Big Brother, Sister Ghost... Please don't scare me." He muttered and bowed his palms in a few directions.

"Little brother..." At this time, a slender voice echoed in the forest, making people goosebumps all over. Then a white shadow flashed, making a strange laugh.

"Ah!" Zhao Xuan was so scared that he ran away. But the white figure kept chasing, and gusts of wind blew from behind, brushing Zhao Xuan's neck like a ghost's hand, making all the hairs on his body stand up.