Blue Fall, Yellow Spring and Jun Sui

"Okay, Qiqi, what should I prepare, you know, take out the newly prepared medicine last time, I want to use it."

"En." He replied casually, took out a delicate box from his luggage, opened it, and put it on the table, only to see long and short needles in the box.

He took out a delicate white porcelain bottle from the bottom of the box and held it tightly in his hand.

Qingcheng took the white porcelain bottle from Yang Qicheng's hand, although she was reluctant to give it up, Yang Qicheng let go of her hand, pouted, "Sister Cheng, save some use! This 'Ziqing Yulu' was made with great difficulty. Yes, save a little~"

Qingcheng Xianzhi took out a silver needle from the needle box, put it into the porcelain bottle, and then took it out again, only to see that the silver needle was covered with a layer of crystal clear jade liquid, emitting a little silver light.

"Hiss—" Xiao Qingyu took a deep breath and bit his lips unconsciously.

"Master Wushuang, please be patient." Qingcheng gently twisted the silver needle with her hands, her expression concentrated.

Xiao Qingyu nodded, "Girl, please, continue..."

Another needle fell, this time it didn't seem to hurt as much as the first time, but mixed with the pain brought by "Shang Qiong Bi fell to Huang Quan", Wushuang hummed a broken sound in pain, and then Xiao Qingyu's other hand The hands are firmly clasped by a pair of big palms full of sword calluses. These hands honed over the years hold Wushuang's hand tightly, and pass on to him infinite strength and courage-Fang Junqian is with you.

Xiao Qingyu lowered her head and looked at Qingcheng's busy hands back and forth. These hands were like catkins, her skin was like fat, and her fingers were like peeling onion roots.

Suddenly, Xiao Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was a shallow scar on this white left hand, if one didn't look carefully, one would not be able to see it.

Who is this woman?

As the number of needle drops increased, Xiao Qingyu felt that the pain in his body gradually decreased, and at the same time, his consciousness gradually became blurred.

After the last needle fell, Xiao Qingyu finally closed his eyes and passed out.

A small black bug crawled out of Wushuang's ear, Qing Cheng raised the knife and dropped it, everyone saw a flash of cold light, and in an instant, the bug broke into two pieces, and there was no more movement.

"Qingyu," Fang Jungan panicked, holding a man who was as vigorous as a silk in his arms, "Qingyu?...Qingyu?!"

"He's fine." Qingcheng put away the needle, "I just passed out. If I can wake up before today, then there is hope for detoxification. If I can't wake up..."

Qingyu——Why does God want to torture you like this?

With grief in his heart, he pressed the person in his arms tightly to his chest without leaving a single gap.

Qingyu, Qingyu...

If God really loved you, why did he abandon you in this world of mortals to struggle miserably? !

Fang Jungan put Wushuang on the bed, carefully tucked him in the silk quilt, stroked Xiao Qingyu's long hair scattered on the pillow, his heart ached like a knife...

Qingyu, my Qingyu.

Fang Junqian stared at the man sleeping peacefully on the bed, his handsome face was as pale as snow, his already pale lips were even paler at this moment, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows seemed to concentrate all the color of his life, bright red and dazzling, Vibrant.

Qingyu, Qingyu...

Outside the house, Qi Wuyou brought Yang Qicheng and Qingcheng to the wing.

"This one belongs to girl Qingcheng, and the other belongs to girl Qicheng...The house is simple and shabby, I have wronged the two girls."

As soon as Qi Wuyou finished speaking, she heard Yang Qicheng waving her hands, "It's okay, it's okay, it's good to live if you have some, sister Cheng and I are not that particular people, and, don't call me girl girl in the future, it sounds like It's weird, call me Qicheng, or you can call me Qiqi like Sister Cheng, as for Sister Cheng, although she is a bit colder, she has a very kind heart."

"Qiqi." Qingcheng supported his forehead, interrupting Yang Qicheng's words, "Prime Minister Qi just call me, Qingcheng..."

"Sister Cheng, you must be tired after working for so long, go and rest." Yang Qicheng pushed Qingcheng into the house, Qingcheng sighed helplessly, and closed the door.

Seeing Qingcheng close the door, Yang Qicheng was like a grasshopper out of the cage, and pulled Qi Wuyou's arm, "Prime Minister Qi, I am not familiar with the place here, take me for a stroll, what is this?" Delicious, fun take me to see..."

Cold sweat dripped from Qi Wuyou's forehead, and he gently broke free from Yang Qicheng's clutches, "Gu Qicheng..." Seeing Yang Qicheng's expression changed, Qi Wuyou hurriedly changed his words, "Um, Qi... Cheng, this is probably not very good." Well...the lonely man and the widow..."

"What's the matter, people in the Jianghu don't do things so particular." Yang Qicheng carelessly pulled Qi Wuyou over and walked outside.

Being dragged, Qi Wuyou wiped the sweat from his forehead, wondering, why is the weather so hot? !

......

Qingcheng in the room sighed helplessly when he heard the two go away.

Turning around, I was about to take a rest, when suddenly my blood swelled, and my throat felt a sweet "poof..."

The blood stained the snow-white veil and skirt, like red plums, which was shocking.

He took off the veil, looked at the red plums on it, and fell into deep thought.

In this way, the fetal poison can be triggered. If you use internal force to refine 'Huang Quan Bi Luo Eternal Follow', what will happen?

Qingcheng wondered if she could see him intact in her lifetime?

Although 'Ningbi' suppressed it, the interval between relapses has become shorter and shorter these days. This poison will kill Xiao Qingcheng completely at some point.

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Small building

Fang Junqian looked at the man sleeping quietly on the bed. In his sleep, he lost a little coldness and alienation, and became a little soft and childish.

Qingyu.

"Qingyu, why don't you wake up?" His slender fingers brushed the man's smooth forehead lightly, "If you don't wake up, it's going to be time..."

The man's voice seemed to be as soft as a feather, helpless and gentle, "Qingyu...Qingyu..."

Suddenly, the face of the man on the bed moved, he rubbed his eyes, his voice was still a little sleepy and confused, looking at Fang Jungan in front of him, he said lightly, "Fang Jungan."

"Qingyu, are you awake?!" Qingyu, you finally woke up, with an excited Fang Jun, he hugged the person on the bed tightly, tightly.

"Fang Jun, I'm fine."