The villain of fast time travel, he wants to be good

Chapter 179, Familiar Breath.
Qingxin waved her hand at the water ghost, and black hair grew out of the smooth scalp on the back of her head.

The water ghost only felt itchy on the back of her head, and suddenly her scalp became heavy, and her hair grew back.

"Ah! I have hair! I finally have hair! Hey, this killer dares to cut my old lady's hair."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo finally."

The female ghost in red suddenly opened her mouth wide, "So you refused to reincarnate because you have no hair?"

"That's right, without hair, what if you become bald after reincarnation? That would be too scary! Babies with bald heads will definitely be burned as monsters."

Female ghost: "...So you pestered him not because he was killed, but because of these? Are you not worried about your daughter?"

The female ghost suddenly smiled in relief. At this moment, Xiuying felt that she suddenly became more beautiful, and the scars on her face became extremely gentle.

"One day husband and wife Bai Rien, he used to be very kind to me. When we were refugees together, he gave me all the food he found, and he secretly gnawed on tree roots."

"It only changed after he became addicted to gambling. Before he learned to drink, his temper was one of the best in the village. It's just a pity..."

"As for my daughter, I have seen her secretly several times. She is also lucky. She was carried into the mansion by a nobleman just after she became a skinny horse. She didn't suffer any crimes. Now she is a big fat boy."

When the water ghost talked about her daughter, it was as gentle as dripping water. She looked to the southeast with a smile on her face.

At this time, in the courtyard she couldn't see, a pretty lady in her twenties and eight years was rubbing a piece of inferior jade pendant with her mobile phone.

"Ma'am, are you missing your mother again? You should take good care of your baby now, don't think too much, everything is determined, maybe one day you will meet your mother."

The servant girl took a fox fur blanket and covered her body. She didn't say a word, just stared blankly at the horizon.
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Qing Xin pinched the fingers of the Buddha beads for a moment, her eyelashes trembling slightly, he didn't understand why women are so changeable, people who wanted to kill one moment, were put down the next moment.

He wondered if he shouldn't have pitied the ghost for letting her grow her hair.

He likes to face ferocious ghosts, and he doesn't want to face those who are pitiful, pitiful, and stupid, so that he will be... soft when he kills them.

Seeing that he was distracted, Lao Li thought that he was trying to expose himself. He tightened his hand holding the dagger again, but when he squeezed the dagger, he suddenly felt a cold object stuck to his hand.

In these years, every time he had the intention of killing, he felt a sense of chill. He regained consciousness and continued to probe again.

"Master, can you save the little old man? The little old man has no children, no wife and no concubine, he hasn't lived enough yet!"

Qingxin glanced at the center of his brows, where it was black and red, "It can be saved, it doesn't want to kill you, as long as you do what I say, you will be spared."

"Master, you said, the little old man is willing to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire!"

"You go to the lake to fish it out and bury it properly. It says it's cold down there and it's uncomfortable to live in."

After Qingxin finished speaking, Lao Li, who was stunned for no reason, should not decide whether right or wrong is right or wrong, he just needs to let his conscience pass.

Qingxin walked straight into the plum garden, and the red-clothed female ghost followed him step by step. The flowers inside were all blooming very well, it could be seen that they were carefully cared for, but he was not in the mood to enjoy the flowers.

There is one thing that Lao Li did not lie. Although the fragrance lingers in the garden, there is always a hint of coolness, and a layer of black mist floats under the roots and branches of the flowers.

Walking into the Xunxiang Pavilion, there are groups of maids and women inside, very lively, with people coming and going.

The round-faced servant girl in a thin pink dress stood on the steps and pointed.

"It's been cleaned up carefully. Madam likes to be clean, but don't stain Madam's eyes, it will only cause bad luck."

"Xiaocui, go to the garden and pick some flowers that bloom well, so that Madam can feel better."

"Chunxiang, go to the kitchen and tell them to hurry up. Madam's white fungus and lotus seed soup can't be left to cool down."

Xiuying stood at the door of the Xunxiang Pavilion, her eyes were red and bloodshot, she gritted her teeth, "What a Xunxiang Pavilion, the heart, liver, spleen and lungs stink, that's why they got this elegant name."

"Heh, she thought that by deliberately splashing some ink fragrance like this, she could make her moldy heart linger with the fragrance of flowers? How ridiculous!"

Every time Xiuying got closer to the Xunxiang Pavilion, her breath became heavier, and her bad breath almost broke the surrounding flowers and plants.

The round-faced maid suddenly saw Qing Xin, and her rough voice suddenly sounded, "Who is here, and what is the matter? I wonder if this is a women's boudoir, is it not convenient for outside men to enter?"

Qingxin took a step forward, with her right hand erected in front of her chest, "Amitabha, the poor monk came to save your wife."

It is not an easy person for Yun Tuan to be able to achieve the level of a big maid, and to be appreciated by Yin Niang. With a wave of her plain hand, the surrounding maids and women receded like a tide in an instant.

After a while, a vacuum was left.

"I don't know that the master is coming, and I am far away to welcome you. Please allow me to inform my wife, you wait here for a while."

"It's work."

Qing Xin followed her fingers, sat cross-legged under the tree, closed her eyes and meditated.

Xiuying stared at the white jade teapot on the table. It was something her mother loved so much when she was alive, but they threw it in the yard at will.

Her eyes were weeping with blood, and her cut open stomach opened and closed like a bloody mouth, which was daunting.

Yunyan stayed in the wooden fish, although she couldn't see anything, she always felt the cold air coming in continuously, and the wooden fish's heart almost went stiff from the cold.

Qing Xin sat holding it for a while, and Yun Tuan came over.

"Master, my wife is affectionate."

When Xiuying heard the words, infinite hatred burst out in her eyes, and she could finally see this woman with her own eyes!It was the knife she handed Zhang Zhi, and it was she who put her child into the medicinal wine with her own hands.

The flowers and plants around Xiuying were all blown by an invisible wind, and some fragile flowers were blown directly to the ground.

Qingxin touched the petals fluttering in the wind, pressed the Buddhist beads heavily, and suddenly a strong golden light erupted around him, and the female ghost was bounced to the tree trunk by his golden light, and then fell to the ground again.

She was able to touch the tree just now, even though her internal organs were almost shattered, but she was more surprised!Does that mean she can touch her baby?
This expert can let her touch her baby with her own hands!

Xiuying's blood and tears kept falling, printing her pale face into horror. She smiled brightly, her lips trembling, "Master, I..."

Qing Xin followed behind Yun Tuan and walked in without any response.

Yin Yin was sitting on the side of the imperial concubine's couch, her face was covered with heavy powder, but she could not conceal her paleness.

"Master, please forgive me, the foolish woman is ill, so I can't let you salute and say hello."

"Amitabha, the donor does not need to be too polite."

Qingxin looked at her stomach, and his breath became extremely cold with just one glance.

Xiuying stared at Yinniang's belly in confusion, where she felt some familiar breath.

That was the woman she hated to the bone. When she flew over and was about to strangle her to death, Xiuying suddenly felt an extremely familiar breath from her stomach.

She stared blankly at Qingxin, and there was a longing in her eyes that was hard to ignore.

(End of this chapter)