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No legs! !

Her other hand was still hanging from the water, but she still touched the other leg.

Here I am! !

What the **** is this story!

Without a leg! ?

In Ji Qingming's heart, he couldn't actually tell what it felt like, it was very strange, in short, it was weird.

There was an inexplicable expression in her eyes, and then she closed her eyes again.

No more, she needs to think about it, even now she doesn't have a clue.

Seeing Luping's expression at this time, Shunjuan couldn't help but burst into tears.

If she gets a little excited, she will rest assured!

But now she has this ashen face, and she doesn't say a word! ?

Her appearance is really worrying.

"Lvping, be brave! Think about it, Helen Keller, who is blind, deaf and mute, and can become a world-famous master. You just lost a leg. There are so many things you can do in the future!?"

Shunjuan was comforting, hoping that she could hear what she said.

Ji Qingming still closed his eyes and said nothing.

Her whole mind is very unclear now, as if there are thousands of needles stabbing in her brain, this feeling is painful and suffocating.

Shunjuan still wanted to give some comfort. At this time, looking at Luping's painful expression, she stopped talking.

However, she didn't dare to leave, she could only sit so dry.

Look at her like that.

In the next few days, Ji Qingming lived in a muddle-headed life, one from physical pain, and the other from the plot's pain.

Since she woke up, her father and mother were next to her.

Both of them were persuading her that she could still live without pushing.

There was no hint of the plot, so Ji Qingming still pretended not to hear anything.

Anyway, it is normal for the original owner to be a little sad after experiencing this fatal trauma.

On this day, Ji Qingming was still resting with his eyes closed. At this time, a figure slowly walked to her bed.

She opened her eyes and saw a young girl in a purple floral dress standing in front of her.

There was a trace of sorrow in her eyes, and she stood there beautifully, like a painting.

Ji Qingming looked at her without speaking.

As soon as she was about to close her eyes, she heard the girl in front of her yelling.

"Lv Ping——"

"When will you still want to escape!?"

She asked aloud.

Ji Qingming looked at her blankly.

The girl's face was very ugly, and even a trace of entanglement flashed in her eyes.

"I just came from Chu Lian."

Ding--

Just such a name, like a key, suddenly opened the valve of Ji Qingming's memory.

No wonder, at first I felt that the name Lu Ping was very familiar.

As soon as I heard Chu Lian at this moment, I thought about it all at once.

She is Wang Luping...

It was also a TV series by Aunt Qiongyao... When my mother was watching it, I followed it for a while.

At that time, there was a mess of eight o'clock stalls and soap operas.

For this play, and the previous Crescent Moon Grid, Ji Qingming destroyed the Three Views.

The two are tied together, which is quite annoying.

But my mother is watching, and I like to stick to my mother, so I can watch some of it.