[Lu Xiaofeng + Sword Three] Great battle!former love

When Mei Qingqian opened her eyes, it was already noon the next day.

Her head was dizzy, her limbs were weak, and she didn't seem to have recovered. She was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Although it was not neat, it was not messy, and there was no blood.Mei Qingqian frowned, she brushed up her sleeves, and looked at other places, unexpectedly, there were no wounds or blood on her body.

Mei Qingqian straightened her clothes and went out.

She was still at the Black Widow's house, while Hai Dongqing was standing in the yard, looking at her with gray eyes, a little unconsciously confused.

Qingqian walked over and asked, "Where's the black widow?"

Hai Dongqing looked at her, his gray eyes were very light in color, he looked at you as if he had trapped you, this man is indeed very attractive: "She is dead."

Mei Qingqian didn't make a sound or move, this matter was foreseen when she woke up.

That night was like the last rites.

"This is what she gave you." Hai Dongqing handed her a small bottle. "This is part of that man's ashes. She always carries it with her. I would like to ask you to do me a favor."

Black Widow's treasure is indeed not the most valuable thing, but her most precious thing.

Mei Qingqian looked up at Hai Dongqing, she could see the sadness deep in Hai Dongqing's eyes, but she couldn't say any words of comfort, because she knew that the death of the black widow had a lot to do with her.That woman was already on the verge of collapse when the man she loved died, and when another love was placed in front of her, she kept thinking of every bit of that year, no matter whether the bitterness of love is the same or not. , But sweetness is always such a simple thing, a smile, or a whisper, or even an occasional quarrel, maybe the black widow is doomed, but she must be the cause of her death.

"She wants to have a cremation with that man."

Cremation is not the way people often choose nowadays. Except for eminent monks who passed away, basically few people choose this kind of burial method. The body, hair and skin receive their parents, and they will be buried in the soil. It is also recorded in "Zhou Li" that "all living beings must die, and death must return Soil", although ethnic minorities already have this kind of burial method, but few people use it.But for the black widow, this is the most entangled kind of two people, you have me, I have you, maybe it is the most romantic thing after death.

"Hmm." Mei Qingqian held the bottle, her eyes drooped down, covering all changes in her expression, she felt that the bottle in her hand was very hot.

The method of Qingqian is undoubtedly very good. For such a dangerous and self-centered woman, only by grasping the only weakness in her heart can she be shaken. However, as long as she wavered, Mei Qingqian would always have a way to get her to hand over the treasure.

When Costin put forward those three requirements, Mei Qingqian had to make more plans.

Like the Black Widow thing.

Just like she already suspected that Hai Dongqing was the owner of the second thing, the number one master of the younger generation in the Western Regions, Yu Luocha's right-hand man, maybe, this person was sent by Yu Luocha.However, the best policy is to use static braking. Since you don't tell me, I will pretend not to know. Only in this case, you will think that my approach is without any impurities. When you know the truth By the time it is too late, the human heart is the most difficult thing to control, but the most useful thing.

In fact, it was said that Mei Qingqian was asked to help, but most of the things were still done by Hai Dongqing, after all, he was from here.

The firewood is also top-quality, and even reveals a little aroma. In order to make it easier to ignite, it is poured with oil, but there is also a fragrance.There are no beautiful flowers here, so Haidongqing asked Haidongqing to find red silk and spread it on it, like a cloud, and the black widow lay on it. She was still dressed in red, and her face was like a peach blossom. Her eyebrows and eyes were so young, a little It can't be seen that it is someone over forty years old.

Hai Dongqing handed her the torch, Mei Qingqian took the torch, and walked up to the black widow, she saw the flame, the flame jumped up suddenly, jumping high and high, and quickly lit the firewood, the flame slowed down. Slow Eater her beautiful body...

Qingqian retreated to the side, and suddenly heard Hai Dongqing's voice: "Do you think she will be happy?"

Where does happiness come from when a person dies.

"She will meet whoever she wants to meet with your gods."

Mei Qingqian didn't look at Hai Dongqing, she just stared at the black widow, her bright black eyes were also reflected with a beautiful light, Hai Dongqing looked at her.

In fact, it is easy to have a good impression of such a clear and light sleeve. Her figure is light and slim, her appearance is beautiful and graceful, her temperament is strong and stubborn, and she is particularly pitiful. There are many advantages, and it is because of these advantages that I like her.

Hai Dongqing is not an ignorant young man, and the lives on his hands are innumerable.

When he was very young, he was taken here far away from the Western Regions General Altar by his father's trusted followers. They taught him martial arts and the creed of respecting the strong. His father didn't love his mother. He knew that his father just wanted to have a Individuals can inherit his legacy, and if possible, Hai Dongqing believes that he wants to hold the power forever, just like so many emperors in history, in his later years, when death is slowly approaching At that time, which king was willing to let go of his power? Immortality has always been the dream of the superior.

He grew up in this border town, and the people who grew up with him were the people here, and the one who had the deepest influence on him was Aunt Yan's lover. Tell him again and again that you are not allowed to fall in love with any woman, because your status does not allow it, but beautiful things always make people yearn for it, even if you know that it may be arsenic for you.

And the arrival of the Qingqian sleeves came at such a time, when such a person came, she seemed to love this flower and was drunk alone, and even spared her own life for him, Hai Dongqing didn't know that she was moved because of the Qingqian sleeves , or because of the persistence of Qingqian's sleeves, my heart was moved.

Mei Qingqian turned her head and looked at Hai Dongqing, half of her face was red with fire, and her eyes were shining brightly: "I heard that there is a priest here, you brought a pot of water Enter the desert, stay in the desert for ten days, your voice will be heard by the gods, and then a celebration will be held, then what you ask will definitely come true. This is the third thing, am I right?"

Mei Qingqian blinked, but Hai Dongqing's face darkened: "Do you know how dangerous the desert is? Quicksand, dust, scorching sun, you don't even have food!"

"But I'm still going." Mei Qingqian replied firmly.

Hai Dongqing hated her stubbornness very much at this time: "Do you have to go?"

"I have to go."