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On the street, people come and go, very lively, Shen Qingchen walked into one of the shops.

"Young master, are you here?"

When the shopkeeper saw Shen Qingchen, he quickly came out and laughed.

"Well, I'll get the jade pendant."

Shen Qingchen smiles like spring breeze.

"OK, just a moment here, young master. I'll get it right away."

The shopkeeper turned and walked into the room.

Shen Qingchen answered and waited in the same place.

After a while, the shopkeeper came out with a tray and came to Shen Qingchen, "young master, you see, this jade pendant suits you?"

Shen Qingchen bowed his head, reached out and gently picked up the jade pendant. The jade pendant was carved with exquisite patterns. The color of the jade pendant was warm and delicate, green and transparent, beautiful, and there was a word "Ling" in it.

"How's it going?"

Shen Qingchen put down the jade pendant and said with a gentle smile, "well, very good."

"Just a moment, young man. I'll wrap it up for you."

The shopkeeper immediately picked up the tray, went to the counter, turned out the brocade bag, and said with a smile, "the young master's wife is really blessed. The young master is not only a talented person, but also loves his wife so much. The young master is really a rare good man in the world!"

Shen Qingchen just laughed and didn't say anything.

The shopkeeper carefully handed the brocade bag with jade pendant to Shen Qingchen.

Shen Qingchen smiles and takes the brocade bag. "Thank you."

"Take your time, young master."

The shopkeeper said.

Shen Qingchen walked out of the shop and gently shook hands with the brocade bag with the jade pendant on it, smiling.

"Hawthorn sugar, sweet and fragrant Hawthorn sugar..."

Not far away from the sound of Hawking let Shen Qingchen footstep meal, finally eyes on not far away to sell Hawthorn sugar vendors.

Thinking for a moment, Shen Qingchen raises his feet and goes to the vendor.

"Young master, please take it."

Taking the oil paper bag, Shen Qingchen turns and leaves.

Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of a drop of water falling on the dry floor. Shen Qingchen stepped and looked up at the sky. On the originally clear and cloudless day, there were suddenly dark clouds. In the dark, a large area, silver snakes were shuttling through the dark clouds, thundering.

Shen Qingchen frowned slightly. The rain had suddenly increased. He quickly raised his feet and left.

The thunder is getting louder and louder, just like the low roar of a dragon. The pedestrians on the street have left in a hurry. Seeing this, Shen Qingchen reaches out to protect the Hawthorn candy in his arms and speeds up his pace.

At this time, a man ran by in a hurry and bumped into Shen Qingchen heavily. Shen Qingchen staggered forward, and the oil paper bag in his arms flew out from Shen Qingchen's arms. The red Hawthorn sugar scattered all over the ground, and with the rain, it gradually turned red and bright, like what stabbed into Shen Qingchen's heart.

Shen Qingchen was stiff.

The lightning in the sky is dazzling and fast, and the thunder falls down again. With a loud noise, it suddenly ignites from the sky.

"Boom!"

Finally, it falls heavily in Shen Qingchen's ears.

The sound of breaking through the eardrum severely tears the space.

What thing flashed quickly from Shen Qingchen's mind one scene after another.

The rain splashed down and wet the white shirt.

The rain is still falling

there are no other pedestrians on the street.

Shen Qingchen was in the same place as before, and his whole body was wet by the rain. The scattered Hawthorn sugar was like scarlet blood, which gradually blurred Shen Qingchen's eyes.

In a quiet and lightless room in Kunlun Mountain, incense curls up in the corner, gradually blurring the face of the Taoist robe old man sitting cross legged.

Slowly, Taiqing real person opened his eyes, a pair of old and turbid eyes full of excitement.

"Boom"

there was a loud noise, which woke Feng lingjue who fell asleep on the table.

Feng Ling Jue rubbed his eyes, then stood up and went to the door to see. The dark clouds made him feel uncomfortable. He frowned.

"Is it raining? The rain is really evil. "

Feng Ling Jue stretched out his hand to let the rain fall on his palm. It was cold. He took back his hand and looked away anxiously. "I don't know if Shen Qingchen will be wet by the rain."

Eyelids have been jumping, Feng Ling absolutely rubbed his eyes, went back to the room, poured a cup of hot tea into his stomach.

After thinking about it, fenglingjue went back to the house and took an oil paper umbrella, planning to go out.

"When I get back."

Just stepped out of the door at that moment, suddenly Shen Qingchen's voice rang out from his ear, Feng Ling Jue this action is a meal.

"Forget it, just a little longer."

Feng Ling Jue receives the umbrella to one side again. If Shen Qingchen doesn't see him when he comes back, is he afraid to be worried again?

Thinking about this, Feng Ling Jue went to the table and sat down, holding her chin and waiting quietly.Lightning and thunder, raindrops fall on the tiles, crisp and bright.

As time went by, Fengling didn't know how long she had been waiting. The tea on the table turned from hot to cold, and the rain outside never stopped.

The eyelid jumps more and more fierce, Feng Ling absolutely can't stand, is a stand up, take up the oil paper umbrella in the corner, walk to the door.

At the moment when he opened the door, Feng lingjue was stunned.

Ticking

the water falls along the corner of the white clothes and drops to the ground, gradually rendering.

The air suddenly became silent, as if the thunder and rain in the sky were gradually mixed in the air.

Shen Qingchen, who was dressed in white, was wet all over. He lowered his head. The expression on his face was unclear. His long hair was scattered and dripping water. He was in a mess.

"Why are you all wet Come on in... "

Feng Ling's heart trembles fiercely and tears out a smile. Then she reaches out her hand to pull Shen Qingchen.

Just as his hand touched Shen Qingchen's arm, a strong hand full of rain seized his hand.

"Qing Chen..."

Feng Ling Jue was flustered. She looked up at Shen Qingchen. She was shocked. Shen Qingchen was staring at him. There was no expression on her face. She was indifferent and terrible. Just at this time, her deep dark eyes were piercing cold, like a sharp sword, passing through Feng Ling Jue's body.

"What's the matter with you?"

The hand is strangled, the pain is fierce, the bone is about to break general, Feng Ling absolutely pulled to pull the corner of the mouth, this words not easy from the throat extrusion.

"Oh..."

Suddenly, the corners of Shen Qingchen's mouth rose. However, it was no longer like the spring breeze. Instead, it was cold.

Feng Ling Jue's heart thumped at the moment, and her body sank heavily, as if she had fallen to the bottom of the sea. A chill rose from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head, and gradually spread all over her body.

"Fenglingjue..."

The thin lips without blood color closed slowly, and the three words fell slowly.

Feng Ling Jue's body suddenly shakes into a sieve.

"How long do you want to play this hypocritical drama?"

Shen Qingchen's hand is hard, Feng lingjue's hand has become pale. Finally, he throws Feng lingjue's hand hard, and a roar also rings.