Others were full of thoughts and sneered, but Fang Yourong was as calm as water, and said lightly: "I believed everything you said before, and I probably won't listen to what you said in the future."

Jiaojiao: "!!!"

Damn! This is a big deal! Fish, please explain quickly!

Qin Yu called out softly: "Senior Sister."

Fang Yourong, who had just turned around and was about to leave, looked back at her, and Qin Yu said, "Then I won't speak in the future. I will write for you. My writing is pretty good."

Fang Yourong: "．．”

Wu Daoling quickly recalled someone's words. As a professional ballpoint pen computer keyboard in modern times, Qin Yu is really not the material when it comes to calligraphy.

That is.

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Being forced.

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Let's get by.

Not a good deal.

A certain prime minister had secretly disliked and mocked him in public before.

"You seem to be very sure that I will always indulge you."

Fang Yourong's expression was calm.

Qin Yu reached out and landed on his face, stroked the bloody flesh and blood on it, and his palms were covered with blood.

Fang Yourong and the fifth sword Ling met, and their faces changed slightly.

Qin Yu smiled.

"You guys feel distressed."

This person can always grasp others' weaknesses and hit the nail on the head.

Fang Yourong said nothing, but closed her eyes and seemed extremely tired. After asking a question, she was sad and lonely, floating in the sky for a long time, as if she had been waiting there for such a sentence.

"What's your purpose?"

This is probably a problem for many people.

But before, either he was in a hurry to cover her with a guilty conviction or was suspicious and shocked. No one dared to ask, and perhaps everyone knew that Qin Yu might not be able to say it.

But Fang Yourong asked, it would probably be different - even if Qingqiu said before, most of the lies were lies.

"For what?" Qin Yu stood in a high altitude, because his body was reshaped, the black light was stained with wind and rain, and it did not seem too evil and hideous. Because of his power, he has always been innocent, and the evil is only in the hearts of the people. This is Qin Yu's always concept.

What she thinks and what she does.

"Senior sister, have you ever thought about looking back? For those people you have lost."

Fang Yourong was stunned, and a sea of ​​fire flashed quickly in his mind. Looking back, he was the woman who was obviously serious but ended up smiling and smiling under the unbearable person. The brothel and the purgatory of the world were happy.

Then she passed by many streets of brilliantly lit Mingtang. There was no darkness in front and behind, and she could vaguely hear the woman's soft words in her ear: Rong'er, don't look back in the future.

Because it will be very sad when you look back.

Her eyes pressed a little and said lightly: "The reason why people grow old year by year is because they understand that what they have lost will never come back."

Qin Yu: "Yes, but what if those people lost you?"

Fang Yourong suddenly understood what Qin Yu meant - if her mother lost her, she would definitely not be able to bear to be as sad as she was and would definitely return to her side regardless of everything.

Because people die, they die. They pass by the underworld, drink soup, and cross the bridge. They don’t remember the past. Only those who are still alive always feel uneasy, will suffer, will think of, and will be even more painful because of thoughts.

"You want to go back to some people, people who are very important to you."

"Yes." Qin Yu smiled, his palm fell on his face, the blood on his hands was washed away by the rain, and his fingers stroked the corners of his eyes.

"Some people's paths are born with winding paths and bright light, while some people's paths need to be paved with corpses and the gods' way."

"If I want to achieve my goal, I will always let some people die."

I don’t know if she was talking about the various corpses piled up below or the people Gu Chen.

Fang Yourong pondered for a moment before saying softly: "It is common sense to have both giving and gaining."

Many people savor her words and understand the bitterness in it more or less - if Qin Yu really wants to do something, he will use Gu Chen and others' lives to make her bones, and he will also suffer some losses, such as leaving Wuque.

After leaving, you can't look back.

Fang Yourong knew that this was Qin Yu's house.

In fact, she didn't give up much. She had always known that this young junior sister seemed gentle and kind, but she was very arrogant in her heart, had extraordinary vision, and was not concerned about ordinary people. Since she didn't care about it, it would be particularly easy to abandon it.

Because of those discarded, she can easily get them from other places in the future.

If it is not easy, it will be abandoned.

Including Wuque and her, Fang Yourong.

After saying that, Fang Yourong smiled faintly: "Fortunately, you finally told me the truth."

Even before, it was basically lies.

This smile is already alienated.

Just like she used to treat others.

Jiaojiao's mouth moved slightly, trying to explain something to Qin Yu, but in the end he didn't say it. He felt that Qin Yu should have plans.

Maybe I'm waiting for something.

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"Senior sister, there is actually one more thing I have been lying to you."

"I... don't look like this."

Fang Yourong was stunned, and then he saw Qin Yu's repaired body climbing the ink halo of the Taoist Tribulation of Ascension to the Immortal Dao Tribulation. The repair speed was dozens of times faster, and the skin was repaired inch by inch.

At that moment, the fifth sword Ling frowned slightly, looked at Fang Yourong, moved his wrist and threw a robe out.

Hurry!

The robe was caught by the white wrist that was poked out, and Qin Yu put it on his body casually, bowing his head and tying it in the drizzle.

The fifth sword is calm and restrained in nature, and he is domineering. He likes the black ink clothes. The robe is like ink and silk, falling into her hands and on her body, and it has a new re-shaped snow color of Cangshan, especially the slender fingers with black and thin belts slowly buckled, black and white are lit, and the cold colors are blended.

When I tied it up and raised my head again, I was already a strange face with a thin, soft, but boundless rain curtain.

But just by lifting his head, everyone’s understanding and thoughts about Qingqiu, this identity.

Even the fifth sword was stunned.

It's her, it seems not her.

In fact, there is still a little similarity, which is the contradiction. Qingqiu's contradiction lies in the warmth and softness she creates on the surface, the intimate and considerate, and the ruthlessness she shows on the dark side.

It comes from the mind and nature, and attacks the mind, this is Qingqiu.

However, this opposition and contradiction between the light and darkness of Qingqiu was suddenly melted into the light and darkness by the person in front of him. Only the raised eyes, exposed face, and the spirit of being alone in the wind and rain of heaven and earth are fully reflected.

The mountains and seas are coming in the spring and the moonlit night, and you can watch the winter plum snow by the railings.

This is her gorgeous and beautiful side, and it is also the most in line with the beauty of women in the world.

But on the other hand.

When you are busy, you will be in the battlefield of the world and you will be in the distance to see the moon.

It is a peerless famous sword that is powerful, sharp, and noble, like a very free and easy sword.
Chapter completed!