How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight

   Chapter 513 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (76)

  Ke Changqing raised the corners of his lips and held Wen Xien's hand. It was rare that the other party did not withdraw indifferently, which made him feel very good. Occasionally a small request from the thing in his hand was not a big deal.

   "Okay, what does Jingchen want to bring?"

Wen Xien looked past the man in front of her and looked to one side, where there were a few begonias and plum blossoms, she closed the loose placket with her other hand and said, "Let me fold a osmanthus, I like the smell of osmanthus. "

   Ke Chang Qingyun, by the way, kept her hobby deeply in his heart. Anyway, in Wen Xien's current situation, he can't play tricks at all.

He personally supported Wen Xien's waist and showed a clean path. He was left in place by Wen Xien for a while away from the osmanthus tree. Ke Changqing was not annoyed, he lightly patted Wen Xien's tailbone, and said affectionately: " Go, there is a sweet-scented osmanthus blooming just right there, I'll wait for you here."

  Wen Xien raised his feet, one step, two steps, three steps...

Along the stone road, she walked slowly towards the Begonia tree not far away. She passed a small bush, the tender green leaves sprouted new buds, and then bypassed two faintly fragrant little white flowers, and finally stopped under the tree. Osmanthus, looked up.

  The branches were intertwined and messy, and a gust of wind blew through, and the whirling osmanthus trees swayed in the wind. The sweet-scented osmanthus is like a golden butterfly, and like a silver ribbon, fluttering lingeringly, falling down, and floating to the ground, which is like a layer of golden sand.

Wen Xien stretched out his arms and crushed a hard branch that was **** thick. He touched the rough branches to find a suitable angle. With a "click", his fingers used strength to break the branch, and a few sweet-scented osmanthus blossomed from her. slid down between his fingers.

  Because it was not neatly broken, the end of the flower branch showed a sharp pointy blade, which was held by Wen Xien in the white and smooth palm. She stood under the flower tree and looked back at Ke Changqing.

The distance is a little far, and the whole person is illuminated by the bright sunlight, like a layer of lustrous gauze, as if it will emerge in the next moment, her eyebrows are not very clear, but it still makes people feel a kind of inexplicable indifference. and hurt.

  Ke Changqing couldn't help frowning, his heart throbbed suddenly, as if a piece had been forcibly dug out by something.

He took a step forward and waited for Wen Xien to come back. He thought, maybe there is no need to scare her so much. As long as he tells who the adulterer is, and he kills the adulterer, then everything can start again. Jingchen likes sweet-scented osmanthus, so he will plant a mountain of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus. Jingchen sits under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with white clothes and black hair. It must be beautiful.

  Thinking like this, he showed a slight smile and gave birth to countless tenderness and love for Wen Xien.

  But in the next second, his eyes widened in shock—

  Wen Xien suddenly raised the flower branch in his hand, and without hesitation, stabbed straight at his chest. The flower branch was full of crowded clusters of bright-colored begonias, like blood splashing, thick and fierce.

   After Ke Changqing was shocked, he became furious and roared: "Jingchen! How dare you!"

   He didn't have time to call someone, and he didn't care about the gesture he used to value the most.

   He didn't have time to run, so he picked up a small stone and flicked it with two fingers. The small stone hit the flower branch that had pierced into Wen Xien's skin.

   seems to be an understatement, but it actually implies strength.

  Wen Xien was hit by such a random small stone, his fingertips suddenly became sore and numb, the whole arm almost lost consciousness, and when his fingers softened, the flower branches fell off.

   "You just want to die!"

   Wen Xien didn't answer, he closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he woke up like a dream.

   It's not that she wants to die, but that there is nothing she can do except her life is more valuable.

   She was just gambling, betting her own life.

  Wen Xi'en took advantage of Ke Changqing's unpreparedness, picked up the sharp flower branch from the ground, walked a few steps to the side, then turned around and pressed it against his soft and delicate throat.

"Don't come here," Wen Xien's voice was cold and cold, revealing a strong sense of powerlessness, "I think I have never done anything harmful, but you have to press on every step, I don't know what your resentment against me is. Where did you come from, I even saw you for the first time, I don’t care who you are, benefactor, if my death can dissipate the resentment in your heart and exchange for peace, then I will die properly.”

   She rarely speaks so much, even to those close to her, let alone to Ke Changqing.

   Ke Changqing didn't dare to move, and stared at Wen Xi'en with split eyes, his eyes were scarlet and terrifying.

  The air is surprisingly quiet and dignified.

   heard her continue whispering: "Donor, put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

   System: […Hello, Our Lady. 】

  Wen Xien: [The character is like this, what can I do? Could it be that I knelt on the ground and begged him to turn back? 】

   System: […That’s not impossible. 】

  Wen Xien: […]

   "Jingchen! Put your hands down! I order you to put your hands down!" Ke Changqing said sharply, but his voice trembled slightly.

   "If you dare to die, I will let people in this world bury you with me!"

   "Did you hear that!"

   "I won't let you die!"

  Wen Xien didn't dare to agree easily, he had to scare the devil, but she was shocked by how much the devil cared about her. She really had such a great charm, so she could make the devil fall in love at first sight?

   She shook her head and said, "Bury me in Yonghe Temple."

  Ke Changqing felt that his heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment, his blood solidified into ice, and countless images of the two of them getting along day and night flashed in his mind, and there were even some vague memories.

  The long-term memory is yellow and unclear, but the ignorance of the heartbeat and the joy of the true love are so real.

   How much he loved Wen Xien before, and how much he hated him when he knew that he was a substitute, but when the man was ready to commit suicide without any attachment, he hated himself immensely.

   Wen Xien's arm moved slightly, Ke Changqing immediately took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, lowered his voice and said hurriedly: "No! Wen Xien, don't move, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you!"

  Wen Xien looked at him coldly, without emotional fluctuations, as if looking at the air, the sharp point of the flower branch was like an arrow, piercing the skin.

"—Jingchen! Don't you just want me to let these people go! I depend on you, I depend on you, I depend on you for everything! I tell you, if you die, everyone in the world will be buried with you! You are cruel Do you want to abandon the world?!"

   Ke Changqing was going crazy, his voice was hysterical, full of collapse and irritability, and deep, powerless pleas.

   I have a typo

   (end of this chapter)