Zhao Yamo was afraid, he was really afraid, afraid that Dong Qingqiu would really kill him.
The whole person cried so hard that he prayed that Dong Qingqiu would give him another chance, but he would never dare to do it again.
Zhao Yamo held the kitchen knife in her hand tightly this time, raised it high, and chopped off Wang Peng's head with a sudden swing.
Are cowards really cowards? Are honest people really honest?
When a coward threatens his own life, he will pick up the butcher knife in his hand to resist. Is he still considered a coward? No! Those who take up the butcher's knife to resist when their own lives are threatened are selfish.
Is a person who looks honest on the surface really a good person? He won't plot against you behind your back? After you completely put down your guard against him, you may be stabbed with a butcher's knife.
In your opinion, cowardly people have weak bodies and weak hands. This is just their appearance. Their hearts are millions of times filthier than their appearance. The reason they don't dare is because they want to preserve their reputation.
Just like Zhao Yamo now, she became completely frightened when Dong Qingqiu's sickle touched her throat.
All the weakness and fear in his heart disappeared. Is he really weak? Is he really a coward? Perhaps he is a smart man, an unscrupulous smart man who can take advantage of anyone. In the end, the car overturned in the gutter because of his own desires.
Dong Qingqiu smiled broadly, but remained silent, quietly watching Zhao Yamo who raised the butcher knife again and again, just like himself yesterday.
Zhao Yamo begged for mercy while chopping, with a cry in his voice: "Master Daoxian, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Please don't kill me."
Dong Qingqiu looked at the wound on his shoulder and remembered the careless accident yesterday. Today, without any hesitation, he and Zhao Yamo raised the butcher knife in their hands and dropped it together.
Dong Qingqiu pulled it up hard, and the flesh on his neck rolled out in white patterns. Blood flowed like a stream through Dong Qingqiu's cold hands, and white mist appeared in the cold air.
"What's the use of always waking up when you're dying?"
Dong Qingqiu held the small sickle and wiped it carefully on Zhao Yamo's back. When there was no more blood on the knife, he stood up and said seriously: "So what if you are extremely clever? Isn't it better to die in the face of strength?"
"Is Yali at home?" An old voice sounded outside the door. He kept knocking on the door with his hand and said in a hurried tone, "Yali! Are you at home? Why did you lock the door today? What happened?"
Dong Qingqiu pinned the small sickle behind his back and opened the door a crack. It turned out to be the old man from yesterday.
"Grandpa Xu, what are you doing for me?" Dong Qingqiu smiled and asked kindly.
"Get out of here! I have something to do with Yali!" Old man Xu pushed the door with all his strength, but he couldn't push it open. Old man Xu's semen came to his head and he cursed angrily: "You bitch, what do you want to do?"
Dong Qingqiu's voice was calm and he said with a smile: "Old man Xu, you have to be on a first-come, first-served basis when doing things, right? Isn't it just something on the bed? Why are you in a hurry?"
"You kid, don't be in a hurry, I'm anxious..." Old Man Xu didn't finish his words, but he pushed with all his strength, but he couldn't push it away. Finally, he asked helplessly: "What do you want, kid?" before you are willing to open this door. Door?"
"Grandpa Xu, I'm afraid you may have misunderstood. Yali is my wife now and won't do that kind of thing anymore! Please tell the people in the village that you won't come here anymore. I will take good care of her."
After saying that, Dong Qingqiu was about to close the door. Seeing this, Old Man Xu hurriedly stretched out a rough and thick finger and inserted it into the crack of the door. With a click, the finger was pinched off by the crack of the door.
Dong Qingqiu looked at the bright red fingers on the ground and locked the door tightly, ignoring the screams outside the door.
"Young man, I'm begging you, please open the door for me. If your prime minister's stomach is strong enough, treat it as the last time."
While Old Man Xu was wailing, he also slapped the door with his hand to persuade Dong Qingqiu.
Dong Qingqiu slapped his head on the head and looked at the two corpses in the room. In less than two days, three people died in this room. Now there is another person who came to the door looking for death, which made him very embarrassed. . I really don’t want to kill anyone anymore.
Dong Qingqiu seemed to have thought of something, and said to the door: "Grandpa Xu, you don't want to embarrass me. It's just... for the sake of taking care of Yali for so many years, you can do something for me. Son, I promise you, this is the last time."
Seeing the reverberation of the stones thrown into the lake, Old Man Xu said hurriedly: "You say it, you say it, don't say one thing, even ten items are fine."
"This is best!" The clothes on his body didn't fit him well, and they made him feel very uncomfortable. After completely whetting Old Man Xu's appetite, he slowly said: "Winter is coming soon. Yali originally wanted to buy me new clothes and new shoes, but you also know the situation at home..."
Dong Qingqiu was halfway through his words, but stopped and stopped talking.
When Old Man Xu understood the idea and left, he reluctantly asked: "Can you let me meet Yali?"
"If you don't see the clothes for half an hour, Grandpa Xu can go home." Dong Qingqiu ignored old man Xu, walked into Zhao Yali's still warm room, and wrapped the quilt around him to keep warm.
Old man Xu kept banging on the door without any response. In the end, he had no choice but to walk quickly towards the town on crutches.
Before leaving, he placed the small bag of grain in his hand at the door.
Hide dirt and evil people and practices.
This room is just like Zhao Yamo, it looks harmless on the outside. As for what the scene is inside, only you and those who have suffered losses know it.
Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black.
The two are often similar, causing people to be confused about right and wrong.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, feeling the aura between heaven and earth. Dong Qingqiu's body could not feel the yellow and purple energy.
The prerequisite for becoming a Taoist Immortal is that there must be wandering Qi in the body, so that one can feel the Qi of the innate Taoist source.
Only after passing through a wandering qi that isolates millions of people can one be qualified to become a true Taoist immortal.
The wandering qi is like a watershed, isolating mortals and Taoist immortals.
To test whether you have wandering energy, you can take the test at the annual disciple-recruitment ceremony of some major sects.
Dong Qingqiu himself was a Taoist Immortal in his previous life, so he did not need to go to those places where large sects recruit disciples to test whether he has wandering aura.
As for those who are found to have no wandering spirit in their bodies, they will just accept their fate and become mortals who work hard all their lives.
Looking up at the Taoist immortal flying in the sky, he may have been a friend from his childhood. The next time they met, his beard had already turned gray, but the other person was still the same as before.
Those disciples who pass the selection and are recruited into the sect will become different masters. These so-called masters will use a kind of spiritual stone unique to the gods on the mountain to help their disciples absorb it, and then break through the wandering realm, officially step into the ranks of Taoist immortals, and become Taoist immortals that everyone respects.
This kind of spiritual energy is the hard currency of the gods on the mountain, no different from the gold, silver and copper coins of the mortals below the mountain. It contains a touch of yellow-purple gas, which is easy to absorb. But the name is not very nice - nepheline.
Because it is mined from a rock that looks like morning glow, it is named nepheline.
Although there are many ways to break through the traveling mirror, the method of using nepheline is the most practical, and the effect is much better than other methods. Other methods either have average results or cost a lot of money, and their effects are far inferior to nepheline. There is no need for the sects on the mountain to spend too much useless resources on them. Because from a realm perspective, there is no essential difference between breaking through the Parade Realm. Therefore, some elders of sects also like it and acquiesce in this method, because in this way they can occupy more resources and help the children of their own families grow up quickly.
Although Dong Qingqiu knew several ways to break through the wandering mirror, none of these methods were as useful as nepheline. The nepheline is basically in the hands of the big sects on the mountain or some prosperous families with deep foundations. If you can pick up a piece casually, it is a great opportunity for the smoke to come out of the ancestral grave.
Dong Qingqiu tried several methods of using nothing but nothing, but he couldn't feel the slightest sign of the roving mirror inside his body breaking.
Just when Dong Qingqiu was upset and anxious, he suddenly thought of someone. He slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window. It seemed as if there was light snow falling, and he laughed out loud, "I wonder how Master Dao is doing? It's cold, have you put on any clothes? You're wearing a lot of money. Don’t spend all your money!”
She took off the quilt and walked barefoot on the cold ground, looking out the window at the white snowflakes flying wildly in the wind. In the distance, the originally black mountain tops have unknowingly turned into the white-haired daughter of the Snow Country.
Dong Qingqiu placed his slender fingers on the window, his handsome face looked as cold as the weather outside the window.
Suddenly a snowflake fell between my fingers,
Dong Qingqiu looked down at the snowflakes between his fingers, slowly melting between them.
"Old man Xu, why haven't you come yet?"
Dong Qingqiu looked out the window, feeling an inexplicable murderous intention in his heart.
Snowflakes have covered the entire town, and thick snow has accumulated on the roads.
He wasn't worried about whether old man Xu was okay, he was just a perverted old man. The important thing is not to freeze your body.
Just as Dong Qingqiu was thinking, a familiar figure appeared in the distance.
Old man Xu walked with difficulty step by step on crutches.
His body was covered with snowflakes and he looked like a snowman.
Dong Qingqiu smiled helplessly in his heart, looking at the dying man in the wind and snow, and put on his shoes to give him the last bit of dignity.
Old man Xu anxiously walked forward in the wind and snow. His whole body was unbearably hot and his mouth felt dry. Knocked heavily on Zhao Yali's door.
"Open the door quickly, I've bought clothes for you!"
Bang bang bang! Several more rapid sounds sounded.
"If you don't open the door, I'm going to break it down."
The door in front of old man Xu opened with a bang, and Dong Qingqiu was smiling, "Grandpa Xu, why are you so anxious? Yali has just fallen asleep."
Old man Xu snorted coldly, bumped Dong Qingqiu away with his shoulder and walked into the house angrily.
"She's asleep, you feel comfortable, but I'm not comfortable yet!"
Old Man Xu knocked Dong Qingqiu away and walked into the house. Suddenly, his whole body seemed to be frozen by the snow outside the door, and he was stunned in place and at a loss.
"W-what's going on?"
Old man Xu turned around in panic.
Old man Xu was panicked and wanted to ask Dong Qingqiu what happened?
But before he could speak, Dong Qingqiu had already grabbed the small sickle at his waist and slashed at Old Xu's neck.
"you……"
Old Man Xu only had time to let out a scream of terror before he fell backward into the wind and snow that kept blowing in from the door.
The sickle in Dong Qingqiu's hand was still steaming, and he looked at the old man Xu lying twitching in the snow with no mercy in his eyes.
Blood spurted out and splashed on Dong Qingqiu's face.
Old man Xu stared at Dong Qingqiu in disbelief, and fell straight to the ground without saying a word.
Dong Qingqiu wiped the blood on his face. He didn't feel scary at all. Instead, he felt it was a very warm touch.
"Old man Xu, you can't blame me for this. Who made you see things you shouldn't have seen?"
"Don't get blood on your clothes." Dong Qingqiu bent down to pick up the clothes on the ground, touched them, and laughed out loud: "You quite like this bitch."
Unexpectedly, the clothes that Old Man Xu bought fit him quite well. Although the fabric was ordinary, they were very warm.
Although this set of black clothes is rough, it perfectly shows Dong Qingqiu's eight-foot figure. If he hadn't been hungry for several days after coming down from Xiaoyang Mountain, he might have been even more handsome.
Looking at the three corpses on the ground, Dong Qingqiu had an inexplicable headache.
"I've killed six people in just two days. I can't sleep well!"
After saying that, Dong Qingqiu's stomach began to grumble.
Dong Qingqiu looked at the three people on the ground and hesitated. He took out the small sickle and was about to step forward when he suddenly heard the faint sound of gongs and drums outside the door.
Dong Qingqiu walked out of the room and stood in the wind and snow.
From the south of the village, the sound of gongs and drums kept coming.
Looking at the vast expanse of white.
Maybe God is also taking pity on that family.
Dong Qingqiu cried loudly: "I am so inhumane. I help others solve the problem, there are seniors and juniors at the top, and it makes their life too easy."
Dong Qingqiu suddenly changed the topic and expressed his joy: "I rescued them, why not go to their house for a meal?"
Braving the wind and snow, and resisting the severe cold, I finally reached this house.
This family's house is much better than Zhao Yali's house, and it also has a small yard.
Dong Qingqiu stood outside the courtyard, listening to the laughter and laughter inside, with a smile on his lips.
This family is really nice, and they all look quite blessed.
Dong Qingqiu stepped into the courtyard. When people in the courtyard saw Dong Qingqiu, they all looked at him strangely.
Dong Qingqiu walked into this family and saw that the courtyard was crowded with people, and the sound of gongs and drums could be heard from inside.
The courtyard was crowded with people wearing white robes and hats. There is a dilapidated Eight Immortals table in the middle of the courtyard, which is filled with various tributes and paper money.
A young man was holding a drumstick and beating the drum hard. The sound of the drums was deafening, rumbling as if it was going to penetrate his chest. Some people around were wailing, while others were bowing their heads in silence. The atmosphere was very heavy.
In the middle of the yard, a black coffin was placed there. The grandfather and grandson were all dead.
The old lady sat in the middle, her hair messy and unkempt, and she kept covering her face and crying bitterly.
The son, daughter-in-law, and the old lady were all wearing sackcloth and mourning. They looked at the son who was placed in a coffin with his grandfather and his body was not found, and they burst into tears.
"Who are you?" the big man asked.
Dong Qingqiu said with a smile: "I am Zhao Yali's husband, and I wanted to see if I can help."
Everyone laughed when they heard this. Who didn't know that Zhao Yali was a tattered shoe?
There is actually someone who wants to be her husband!
The laughter covered up the cries of the bereaved father and son, and the family looked at Dong Qingqiu dissatisfied.
Dong Qingqiu was pushed to the ground by a tall and thick man.
"oops!"
Dong Qingqiu rubbed his injured arm, smiling instead of angry.
"help?"
"Hahaha!"
"Zhao Yali is a broken shoe, who else wants to be her husband?"
A thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks stood in front of Dong Qingqiu, stretched out a finger and poked Dong Qingqiu's chest: "You kid, don't think that I don't know what your intentions are? Do you want to take advantage of this?"
Dong Qingqiu was a little annoyed at being poked, so he grabbed the thin man's fingers and squeezed them hard.
He snorted coldly and walked aside.
Dong Qingqiu didn't care about the people's ridicule. He walked forward and looked down at the grandfather and grandson in the coffin. He was charred and black, and his heart was full of "mixed emotions."
He raised his hand and touched the coffin, as if he could still feel the warmth of the fire that burned the grandfather and grandson.
"Pity."
Dong Qingqiu shook his head, turned around and squatted next to a girl who was washing vegetables with cold water.
Everyone just laughed at the human-looking guy in front of them. As for whether he is really Zhao Yali's husband, they don't care. Who among the strong young people in the village doesn't know that Zhao Yali has Hualiu Disease? Only some old people who are dying are still looking for her, otherwise who would dare to go?
The young man in front of me is truly a talented and courageous man who is afraid of hardship but not death.
Dong Qingqiu ignored the laughter, but rolled up his sleeves, put his hand into the vegetable basin, and watched the girl in front of him wash them together.
The girl was frightened by Dong Qingqiu's move. She quickly retracted her hands, stood up, and looked at Dong Qingqiu in horror.
When Dong Qingqiu saw the girl staring at him in horror, he quickly smiled, trying to lower the girl's vigilance towards him.
Dong Qingqiu put his hands into the cold water. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore. He kept wiping it on his body. He looked at the girl with a painful face and asked with a smile: "The water is so cold, are your hands okay?" ?”
"got used to."
The girl answered Dong Qingqiu coldly. Then he squatted down and put his hands into the cold water to wash the wild vegetables.
The girl raised her head and glanced secretly, then put her hands into her arms. Dong Qingqiu, who was shivering with cold, couldn't move his eyes for a while.
The girl felt that his eyes were the most beautiful part of his body, and his dark eyes sparkled like the night sky. He squatted on the ground, leaning against the earth wall behind him, neither speaking nor looking around. When the wind blows the snowflakes, those eyes that are as calm as the lake surface will have ripples.
In the words of the old man: he has a pair of loving eyes.
"Are you peeking at me?" Dong Qingqiu asked humorously.
The girl hurriedly lowered her head shyly, desperately washing the wild vegetables in the basin. His whole face turned red, as if he had done something bad and was discovered, and he was at a loss.
"No, no."
"oh."
Looking at the girl who kept her head down and didn't dare to raise her head, Dong Qingqiu smiled and said "Oh" and said nothing more.
Hearing this answer, the girl was not happy. She reluctantly raised her blushing cheeks, and despite the beating of the wind and snow, she mustered up the courage to say, "You are so disrespectful!"
"Don't you also disrespect me?"
Dong Qingqiu looked at the girl with a smile.
"Nonsense! I didn't."
The girl who felt that she had lost her temper was like a pufferfish that had lost its temper. She lowered her head and did not dare to look at Dong Qingqiu.
"What's your name?" Dong Qingqiu asked.
The girl was stunned. It seemed that the entire courtyard was quiet at this moment. There was no more noise, only the echo of the guy in front of her like spring thunder.
"Why should I tell you?" The girl finally plucked up the courage, but in an instant she felt like a deflated rubber ball. Her heart was full of unwillingness, and she hurriedly added: "You didn't even tell me, why should I tell you?"
When Dong Qingqiu heard this, he just smiled softly. In order to express his disrespect, he took the lead in saying his name.
"My name is Zhou Zhili! What's your name?"
Dong Qingqiu lowered his head and came close to the girl's eyes, which shocked the girl. The face that finally stopped feeling hot suddenly turned red again, like a ripe persimmon on a tree.
"Why do you look so polite?..." The girl turned around in panic and whispered: "My name is Hina."
"You have to come up with a decent name when you're lying! How can there be a girl named Yangcai? If you don't want to say it, forget it." Dong Qingqiu waved his hand and pretended to turn around, ignoring the girl whose real name was Yangcai.
The girl stretched out her hand to wipe off the water stains on her face, and explained aggrievedly to "Zhou Zhili" whose back was turned to her: "My real name is Yangcai. I have been called Yangcai for seventeen years."
Seeing that Dong Qingqiu still ignored her, Yang Cai stopped explaining, lowered her head and continued to wash the wild vegetables.
Yangcai washed the wild vegetables in the basin five or six times. Dong Qingqiu asked impatiently: "Why do you wash them so many times? Don't you feel cold?"
Yangcai raised her head, pretending to still be angry, looked at Dong Qingqiu, who was frowning, and burst into laughter. He lifted a wild vegetable in the basin and showed it to Dong Qingqiu.
"Do you know what this is called?" Seeing Dong Qingqiu's dark face and ignoring him, he quickly covered his mouth with his hands, looking pitiful. He showed a grimace and saw Dong Qingqiu showing an imperceptible smile. This time he bared his teeth at him and said: "It has the same name as me, it is also called Yangcai. But I heard from grandma that its Yang is the same as my name. The yang is different, and I don’t know which yang it is. My parents have wanted a son since I was a child, but unfortunately it was me who gave birth to a son. My parents simply threw me to my grandma, who used yang vegetables to I was raised by my grandma, and I was able to grow so big because my grandma dug wild vegetables in the mountains every day and ate them. Grandma said that they didn’t raise her, so she didn’t take their surname and asked me to take the surname of wild vegetables, so I called her Yangcai.”
After hearing this, Dong Qingqiu stared straight at Yang Cai, reluctant to leave for a second, as if he was looking at a rare treasure. He asked with concern: "Your parents don't care about you? There is only one grandma?"
Yangcai looked indifferent. Instead of being angry at Dong Qingqiu's presumption, she was very happy. For the first time in so many years, someone other than my grandma cared about me and had sympathy for my life experience.
Yang Cai sighed and said with a smile: "I grew up with my grandma. Now that grandma can't walk and I have grown up, I should take care of her. So I thought of coming to Uncle Xu's house to help , so that I can bring something home for grandma to eat."
"You are very sensible!" Looking at Hina's face, although all she saw was a gray smile, it had already caused a wave of waves in her calm heart. Dong Qingqiu also showed a smile to Yangcai and joked: "If you wash the coal stains off your face, you will definitely look good."
After hearing this, Haruna seemed a little unhappy, feeling that the words were insulting her.
"Good-looking? I'd better forget it! I'd rather be ugly!" Yang Cai rolled her eyes at Dong Qingqiu.
Dong Qingqiu stretched out his hand to help Yang Cai lift the basin and pour out all the water inside. Then he asked: "Why? Don't all women like beauty?"
Haruna stretched her tired waist and retorted mercilessly: "You men like it, right?"
Dong Qingqiu was speechless.
"The coal on my face is to protect me. Otherwise, I would have asked my parents to be sold to others as wives. I heard that I was still a fool. I was almost sold that time." Hina covered her mouth with her hands. , whispered in Dong Qingqiu’s ear.
"That time, I was really frightened. I threw myself in my grandma's arms and cried. My grandma was so distressed that her small eyes shed tears. Later, she smeared coal on my face and said that the Kitchen God would protect me from now on. ." Yang Cai leaned closer to Dong Qingqiu, tilted her head and whispered: "I am covered with scabs, everywhere you can't see. Fortunately, it is winter now, if it were in summer, it would be absolutely smelly. It’s amazing that you can still sit next to me like this.”
"Why did you do this?" Dong Qingqiu asked puzzledly.
"If I don't do this, I will talk to Zhao Yali at the entrance of the village..." Yang Cai suddenly realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing. The man squatting next to her seemed to have said that he was Zhao Yali's husband. Yang Nai smiled awkwardly and quickly waved her hands to explain: "That's not what I meant. I didn't mean to say anything bad about her, it was just... Oh, it was just, well, I didn't mean any harm anyway."
Haruna looked awkwardly at the boy who was always smiling and saying nothing. For a while, I didn't know how to explain it, so I simply sat down and remained silent.
"Don't be angry, I didn't mean that. What I mean is that without my grandma, my fate would not be much better than Zhao Yali." After Yang Cai finished speaking, she slapped her forehead hard. At this moment, she really wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. She felt that the more she explained, the more unclear she became.
"You don't seem to be as shy as before?" Dong Qingqiu calmly changed the subject.
Saying this seemed to remind Harina of something, her entire face turned red and hot, and her voice sounded like a mosquito.
Although the snow was falling heavier and heavier, and thick layers of snow began to accumulate on the ground, the excitement in the yard never diminished by half. It doesn't look like a dead person at all, as if he is marrying a bride.
Hina, who complained about the cold weather at first, started complaining again: Are these snowflakes charcoal? Why is it so hot? I feel so hot all over now that I feel uncomfortable. It was as if we were under the scorching summer heat, without a trace of hot wind blowing, and the earth was scorched with layers of heat.
Yang Cai felt that Dong Qingqiu was a good man who knew how to measure things. Unlike the men in the village who only talked dirty outside the house every night.
The young man in front of him was really different from others, he seemed as gentle as jade. No bad intentions, just simply interacting with people and never looking around.
Yangcai secretly made up her mind that she would not let the "good guy" boy in front of her be deceived by Zhao Yali. I just think the other person is nice and I don't like him at all. How can you fall in love with someone as soon as you meet him? Besides, how could anyone like me when I look like this?
"How did you become Zhao Yali's husband?" Yang Cai wanted to know eagerly.
Dong Qingqiu raised his head and thought for a while, then said: "He saved me the day before yesterday and took good care of me. I was moved and promised him my life."
Hina was dumbfounded.
The day before yesterday, I obviously wanted to go to the village entrance, but I didn't go because I had to take care of my grandma.
"You didn't do that with her, did you?" Hina asked cautiously in a low voice.
"Which one?"
Dong Qingqiu looked at Yang Cai with a puzzled expression.
When Yangcai was asked this question by Dong Qingqiu, she didn't know how to answer.
"Just...just...just sleep together!"
Yangcai blushed with embarrassment and struggled to say these hot words.
"Hahaha"
Dong Qingqiu couldn't help laughing:
"How can you sleep with someone the first time you meet them?"
"Yali is not that kind of person."
Haruna breathed a sigh of relief. When he heard the last sentence, everyone jumped up.
"She's not that kind of person, who is?"
"You don't know yet, do you?"
Yang Cai opened her mouth wide and stared at Dong Qingqiu pretending to be surprised.
"Yangcai, it's not good to chew someone's tongue behind your back." Dong Qingqiu smiled and knocked on Yangcai's dark forehead. He said helplessly: "But I was injured and I have nowhere to go."
Yang Cai, who was still immersed in being slapped on the forehead, heard this and slapped Dong Qingqiu on the shoulder, "You can go..."
Before Yang Cai finished speaking, Dong Qingqiu screamed first.
"Hina, you took a photo of my wound."
Hina stood there, a little at a loss.
The whole person was about to cry.
He reacted immediately and hurriedly stepped forward to support Dong Qingqiu and sit on his bench.
Yang Cai stood aside, bent down, and said cautiously and worriedly: "Zhou Zhili, are you okay? I didn't mean it."
"It's okay, it's just that you slapped my wound. That's why I couldn't hold it back."
Yangcai looked guiltily at Dong Qingqiu, who looked in pain, and suddenly her whole body trembled, her heartbeat accelerated, and her whole body was startled.
Dong Qingqiu grabbed Yang Cai's wrist and refused to let go.
There was a faint pain in his wrist, which made him jolt wildly and his heartbeat kept accelerating.
Seeing that Dong Qingqiu's pain still did not subside, Yangcai worriedly reached out and touched his wrinkled forehead.
In the end, I simply held his hand, hoping this would alleviate the pain.
The two of them just cuddled together in the ice and snow, holding each other's hands tightly.
Yangcai is astringent and bitter, clears away heat and removes internal heat.
