Chapter 372

Dong!

"Er..."

Su Wanqing buried his head on the cold bluestone board in pain. He only felt the pain in his back. He was already in pain when he was facing the ground. Who could have thought that the pig teammates who were sitting on him would be so heavy!

She clenched her fists tightly, and the anger made her even more angry. Unexpectedly, the person sitting on her body unconsciously laughed and yelled: "in the late Qing Dynasty, you don't have any meat on your body. You are pressing me."

The arrogant tone and the sad little eyes were enough to make him die a hundred times.

"Is it?"

As soon as Su Wanqing's mouth turned, he looked down at duanqiu with a smile. He was frightened when he saw duanqiu. He didn't know when Su was so pure in the late Qing Dynasty. Suddenly, his butt was burning, and soon the smell of burning came from his lower body.

"Ah

What is the burning butt? Now the revenge is burned by the fire of Su late Qing Dynasty. The speed of getting up is not affectable. Like lightning, he got up, quickly rubbed his butt on the ground and began to put out the fire. His small eyes looked at Su late Qing who was on fire all over with grievance and sorrow.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Su was in a good mood when he saw that he was in such a dilemma. He couldn't always let you take advantage of it, could he?

"I'll just get up. Why are you so cruel, girl?" It was a relief to put out the fire and break the feud. Looking at Su's late Qing Dynasty, he complained.

"Hum!" Su Wanqing turned a white eye, intending not to quarrel with this shameless man, stood up and patted the soil on his body, looking up at the dark space.

This can be regarded as a secret room. In the secret room, besides the desk, there are bookshelves. The books on the bookshelves are limited. It can be seen that this room has been tampered with. It's not surprising.

Su Wanqing walked forward and turned through a book, which contained nothing more than some travel notes and some illustrations of miraculous drugs. It was not surprising that the master here was a therapist who was proficient in making pills. Most therapists would dabble in some of them.

"It's a strange place. There's no door, but there's nothing."

Duanqiu stood up with his hand, looked around, looked at the lighting crystal on the table, turned over and sat directly forward, looking at Su Wanqing with a ruffian smile on his face.

"Just think about how we can get rid of it. It's not a common blue stone. I've just explored it. I'm afraid the blue stone here has been reinforced by runes, and it's not so easy to open." Su's hands in the late Qing Dynasty were burning, and he slowly explored every piece of bluestone.

Duanqiu looked at Su Wanqing and said with a smile: "if so, we might as well live here and die together."

"Live and die together?" Su Wanqing rolled a white eye, as if looking at an idiot, looked at the revenge and said: "I su Wanqing brain bag, will live and die with you."

"Ha ha ha ha!" Duanqiu burst out laughing and looked at Su Wanqing, lying on his back on the table. He squinted at Su Wanqing and said, "maybe that day will come. Even if I drive you away, you may not be able to leave. I'm afraid you'll cry and shout to let me leave you."

"Poof Pooh." Su Wanqing still stares at the wall, knocks, turns around, looks at duanqiu lying on the table and says, "I think you are crazy."

Duanqiu didn't speak any more. Looking at Su Wanqing who was unwilling to find a way out, his eyes were slightly dim, his thoughts were drifting away, and the figure in his mind was slowly overlapping with Su Wanqing.

The same chamber, the same scene.

"Brother duanqiu, I didn't expect that you built such a dark room here. If you let my father know, I won't let you off lightly."

The woman in light armour in white turned slowly, showing a bright smile. Her hair was high and tied up. Her face was the same as Su's in the late Qing Dynasty. She had a girl's shy look between her eyebrows and eyes, and a soul calming bell in her hand. She threw the ghost mirror on the table.

He turned his head and saw behind the girl a young man who quietly put the books in order. He was cold and arrogant, even a little unkind. He had no expression on his face, and his eyes were sharp. He was staring at the girl, and he didn't know what to do.

"I said, are you dumb? Thank you. I've come to give you snacks

The girl said, palm slightly red light, palm suddenly appeared a food box, which put sweet scented osmanthus cake, and some other snacks, looks very attractive.

The boy swallowed his saliva and looked at the girl greedily. "Thank you, saint."

"My mother asked me to send you this heart. If you want to thank her, thank her face to face! I can't take credit for that. " The girl's hearty smile, looking at the girl's two eyes, crescent curve.

Duanqiu mouth hook, reached for a piece of sweet scented osmanthus cake, said with a smile: "good."

"That's right."

The girl looked at Duan Qiu with a smile and said in a soft voice: "yes, Duan Qiu, I heard that your brother duannian is coming to the field of black ban. I heard that he is good at literature and martial arts. Can you introduce him to me?"

She some coquettish hope to break the enemy, the corner of the mouth slightly a hook, a face of expectation.

The sweet scented osmanthus cake originally contained in the mouth has a sweet aftertaste, but at this moment, the young man only feels extremely bitter. He pinches his fist gently and looks at the girl with a touch of hatred in his eyes. He says in a hard voice: "good."

As soon as the words came out, the young man's face was cold and threw the osmanthus cake in the food box. He glanced at the frightened girl with a bad look on his face and said in a trembling voice: "now, you should see the saint. I still have practice. I hope the saint will forgive me."

This words a, the saint girl originally excited small face egg frowned, biting lips timidly looked at a break enemy way: "you this is how?"? Did I say something wrong? "

"Nothing, but there is something important to do to break the feud." The young man's face is still frosty and inaccessible.

With red eyes and a face of grievance, the girl threw the food box on the table at will, hummed to the boy, ran out crying, and never stayed for half a minute.

When the girl left, the boy knocked all the food boxes to the ground and hit the wall with a hard blow. The wall cracked instantly. A pair of hate eyes forced him to close his eyes and clenched his fists. His heart fluctuated greatly.

"What is this?" Su's hand in the late Qing Dynasty finally touched the mark of the fist. After so many years, it is still on the wall.

Duanqiu didn't answer Su's questions and answers. Instead, he looked at Su's questions and answers from a long distance.

The past is like smoke. Time flies so fast. Since he died suddenly on the wedding day of holy land, he never came back here. A thousand years later, when he came back here again, it was still hard for him to bear the memories of the past.

In the late Qing Dynasty, Su slowly turned his fist to the sunken bluestone, and the corner of his mouth was hooked. He didn't expect that it was actually made by human fists. This place is really full of secrets.