Chapter 105

Having said that, Wang Chunhua immediately knelt down, didn't she just kneel down and be beaten? She can't look at this white silver, she has to take it home no matter what!

Her face sank, Cui Chun anxiously ran forward, the wound was being pulled, and she slipped and slammed into the front.

Reaching out and hugging Cui Chun's waist, Master Xie frowned slightly and said, "Don't be impulsive, you are injured like this, rest well. The affairs over there are handled by Miss Feng."

"No, that's my eldest sister, I can't let her kneel, miss, I..." As if something had hit her brain hard, Cui Chun only felt dizzy, and that dazzling white light came. She threw it directly into Master Xie's arms.

"Cuichun!" Feng Qingge couldn't help frowning, and reached out to put her hand on Cuichun's pulse. The girl slipped out of the Feng Mansion without wearing much clothes. After a whip, this body couldn't take it anymore.

"Master Xie, please contact me with the whereabouts of Xuanji Dao. I'll take Cuichun back first. As for the two of you, go as far as you can, don't let me see you again!" Shen hummed, Feng Qingge There is no time to find Wang Chunhua to settle accounts. The Wang family is always on Cui Chun's mind. As long as they don't show up, the little girl in front of her will be normal.

"Okay!" After learning about the blueprint of the Xuanji sword, Master Xie didn't have any thoughts. Now he wants to go back and study it, and by the way, follow the sword on the drawing and build it for himself.

But this thank you, Master, shocked the people who were watching. The blacksmith, Master Xie, was someone who stayed at home, but now he is with Feng Qingge! God, how could they let go of such gossip?

Wang Chunhua and Li Biao knew the interest, took the money, and left quickly. I came to the capital once and got 600 taels of silver. Even if Wang Ming died, he deserved it. After returning to their hometown, this sum of money will actually make them prosperous.

It's just that the two people who just walked out of the city gate haven't planned how to use the money in their hands. The white light swept across, and the red blood splattered on the ground, and was thrown into the river by someone tied to a stone. A month later, the rope broke, and the corpse floated up, causing a sensation in the entire capital.

This silly girl!

Busy inside and out, looking at Cuichun's wounds, Feng Qingge felt even more distressed. She cleaned up for Cuichun and tried not to touch her wounds. She also screened the precious medicinal herbs in the mansion and looked at herself. With trembling hands, she prepared the herbs and asked the other girls to carefully bandage Cui Chun.

Sniffing the unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine, Feng Qingge just helplessly leaned against the door and window outside, looking at the gray sky. What she hated the most was the smell of the Chinese herbal medicine. She could accept turning them into medicated meals, but always hated brewed potions.

Disgusting smell, if there was a cigarette here, she would definitely light one and force herself to calm down. Her trembling hands still remained, her irritable mood continued, looking at the little girl who was taking the medicine, Feng Qingge frowned and said, "Let Cui Chun rest for a while after taking the medicine, don't disturb her, I'll go out for a walk, what can I remember? notice me."

"Yes!" The girls nodded again and again, and the movements in their hands became lighter.

Rubbing her temples and staying away from her room, Feng Qingge stared at her trembling hands, still unable to calm herself down. In his mind, it was all about him. The bright red blood dyed her eyes red, and she only remembered that the hot liquid fell drop by drop on her cheek.

"Enough!" Pinching her fingers irritably, Feng Qingge slammed her fist on the tree, and she calmed down as she felt the intense pain.

Looking up, he walked to Wanchun Pavilion unknowingly.

"Why are you here again?" Frowning slightly, Feng Qingge turned around and left, she didn't plan to stay here for a while.

Just the moment she turned around, the "squeaky" sound suddenly sounded.

You must know that Wanchun Pavilion experienced what happened last time, and no one came here to dangle, and the sound of the door opening was obviously not some naughty boy sneaking inside to scare her.

A cold air came out from his neck, and the cold light in Feng Qingge's eyes suddenly appeared, and he subconsciously held the Xuanji knife at his waist. The moment he turned around, the blade was already slashed toward the rear. It's just that the back is empty and there's nothing.

Am I feeling wrong? Feng Qingge couldn't help but wonder, but when she turned around, the white figure was standing, the ghost mask on her cheek was even more blue-faced and fangs, and there was some dark red blood on the teeth.

"Wow!" He called out suddenly, and Feng Qingge naturally wouldn't have any reaction when the ghost king appeared. It's just that now she is thinking about things, and is disturbed by the cold wind, and she didn't expect that it was the person who saved her last time. Now that she saw the ghost king, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart, she quickly pointed at the person in front of her, and asked in surprise, "It's you, you were the one who helped me outside the bath that day, right?"

cold.

The white clothes in that suit are still there, standing in front of Feng Qingge. His black ink hair danced in the wind, and his ghost mask didn't have a trace of warmth, and it looked even more intimidating.

Feng Qingge couldn't help rubbing her hands, she stretched out her hand curiously, and was about to lift the mask, "Why are you carrying this mysteriously? I'll help you pick it up... Eh, let it go!"

It's just that her slender fingers have not yet reached, and the person in front has reached out and grabbed her arm.

The sudden force almost broke Feng Qingge's bones.

Grinning her teeth, Feng Qingge said angrily, "I just don't pick it!"

The person on the opposite side still didn't speak, but the strength in his hand lightened a bit.

Taking advantage of the situation, he pulled out his little hand, Feng Qingge rubbed his wrist, and said a little unhappily: "Why, although I don't know who you are and why you live here, there are so many ghost things happening. But, look at you. You look like you don't want others to recognize you, and you don't want to be approached. Am I right?"

Standing quietly, he was like a puppet, not speaking, a mask with blue face and fangs covered his face, and he could not see the face under the mask.

"Looks like you're quite lonely here. If you want to talk to someone, I'll come to see you often. However, you are born deaf and dumb, and you still can't speak. It's good for you to talk alone. Let's talk." She shrugged helplessly, Feng Qingge was a little timid, but she still stretched out her hand.

Seeing that the person in front of her was not moving, she patted the ghost king on the shoulder, shook her head and said, "I'm leaving, bye."

"..." Quickly grabbing Feng Qingge's wrist, the ghost king pointed his finger at Wanchun Pavilion, and immediately walked towards it.

Eh? This time, even Feng Qingge was stunned. The boy in front of him just now pulled her hand. Those cold fingers, without the slightest temperature, were like ice cubes, chilly, not a normal person at all. temperature.

Could it be that the ghost king in front of him is really a fool?