Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Girl, you also like this manzhushahua?" At some point, the old man stood beside Qingyun.

"I can't say I like it, it's just..." Qingyun slowly knelt down and stroked the charming petals, and said quietly: "My mother loved this flower very much when she was alive. The younger generation also misses others when they see it."

"Before your death? The girl said that your father-in-law has..."

"My mother and father passed away one after another when the younger generation was one year old."

"Dead?"

Hearing the pain and excitement in the old man's frightened tone, Qingyun stood up and faced him: "Doesn't the old man know my mother and father?"

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye. The old man had calmed down his abnormal emotions, and his voice returned to its usual indifference, but it also revealed the bitterness of vicissitudes of life, and a touch of guilt: "I don't know. It's just an old friend of the old man. I also like this Manzhu Shahua, and the girl's appearance is somewhat similar to that of an old friend, so I asked this question." After saying that, he turned and left.

Looking at the old man's lonely back, Qingyun frowned slightly, her eyes as calm as water.

Although she has never seen her parents' faces, her father said that she looks 70-80% similar to her mother. Is the old friend mentioned by the old man really her mother? Or is it someone else?

From that day on, the old man never appeared again.

Three days later, Qingyun and Situ Jingyu left the bamboo house and returned to the top of the mountain following the secret road map left by the old man.

The scenery on the mountain is still the same, but the body of the man in black was cut off piece by piece with a sharp weapon. A pile of white bones is also covered with all kinds of ugly insects. The cold mountain wind blows, making people feel even more eerie. terror.

The two were just about to leave when they suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the cliff. Situ Jingyu immediately protected Qingyun and stepped back a few steps, then held a silver gun in front of her and stood ready.

When a black figure rushed up from under the cliff, both Qingyun and Situ Jingyu looked startled. Then another big red figure also jumped up from below, and almost fell when he landed. Fortunately, that person's kung fu was not weak and he shook. Then he stabilized his figure.

Looking at the two people who were haggard and embarrassed, exuding a cold aura, Qingyun walked out from behind Situ Jingyu: "Chen Yu, third brother, why are you here?"

If Mo Xuan usually has a playful smile and is calm and evil at other times, then at this moment he is like a sharp sword that has been hidden deep in the sword box for too long and is thirsty for blood, with those scarlet and cruel evil eyes and the hazy atmosphere of the approaching storm. , all make people shudder.

Sima Rui, who was thin in appearance and spirit, was full of danger, as if he could cause the world to collapse with just a glance.

"Xi Yan (Jiu'er)----"

The clear and familiar voice came, and the two people who were originally anxious and furious couldn't help but feel shocked. It was like seeing an oasis in a dry desert, and like a breeze ushering in the hot summer day. So they both looked at the man standing not far away, with calm faces. A person like water.

Sima Rui's usually expressionless face showed undisguised joy. He quickly stepped forward and was about to hug her into his arms. Unexpectedly, Mo Xuan beat her to it. His eyes sank, and deep anger overflowed from the corners of his lips. A trace and a half.

He hugged her tightly with his arms and buried his head in her lightly fragrant hair. Feeling her warm breath, Mo Xuan's heart, which had been hung for many days, finally dropped. His hoarse voice was filled with fear and fear. Fortunately: "Xiyan, it's great that you're okay!"

The scent of medicine came into her nose, and Qingyun was a little at a loss, but she also felt inexplicably at ease, so she let him go after she couldn't break free.

Seeing the two people hugging each other, so harmonious and beautiful, after the initial anger on Sima Rui's face, only a desolate mood remained.

Situ Jingyu, who had always stood quietly in place, felt as if he was lost.