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The blood and tears dripping from Lou Hua's eyes stained Qin Dongyi's smoky blue clothes, and the two patches of blood smeared on his shoulders and became more intense.

What Qin Dongyi said just now made Lou Hua calm down a little.

He clenched his fingers, his nails pierced his palm, and blood seeped from between his fingers.

Lou Hua's dream since childhood has only one thing.

He wants to meet someone who will never abandon him and will choose him firmly no matter what happens.

Then he is willing to do anything for that person.

It's ridiculous to say that he doesn't like himself, but he wants to be liked by others.

He wanted to die, but he longed for someone to save him and keep him.

Lou Hua closed her eyes.

He took a deep sniff of the sandalwood scent on Qin Dongyi's body, and his voice was a little hoarse:

"You, can you say it again?"

Qin Dongyi patted him on the back like coaxing a child, and repeated as he wished:

"I need you."

"Ah."

"I don't want you to die."

"Ah."

"I... can't do without you."

"……Um."

Lou Hua didn't ask whether it was true or not. This question doesn't make much sense to him now.

These words are enough.

He hugged Qin Dongyi tightly, and the loud curses in his ears gradually faded away. He was pulled up from the water, and finally he was able to take a big gulp of air.

Lou Hua lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyelashes cast heavy shadows in his eyes, giving people the impression that they are like plants that are about to wither, lifeless.

It hurts, it hurts everywhere.

He leaned on Qin Dongyi, frowned slightly, and finally asked:

"Is it my fault? Is it my fault? Now, is it all my fault?"

Although Lou Hua didn't know what happened in the underground palace of the Jade Bone Cult, but based on what Jianzhou and the others said, he could make a rough guess.

Lian Yao originally liked Yuan Jing, but was taken away and had a child with Jian Zhou.

No wonder they all wanted him dead.

Come to think of it, they should hate him too.

"it's not your fault."

Qin Dongyi patted Lou Hua's back lightly like coaxing a child, he said:

"It's not your fault, it's not your fault."

Lou Hua closed her eyes, not sure if she heard it.

Lou Hua didn't speak anymore, Qin Dongyi didn't make a sound, just hugged him quietly like that.

Later, he glanced sideways and saw that the person in his arms had fallen asleep.

Qin Dongyi gently picked him up and walked towards Shutongyuan.

He brought him back to the house, and gently placed him on the couch. When he got up, the person on the bed slightly opened his eyes and gently grabbed his sleeve.

"Don't go, can you?"

Qin Dongyi bent his lips at him, sat on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and gently stroked his head:

"Don't go."

Lou Hua's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Since he returned to Qingyang Mountain, he hasn't been as seriously ill as he is today for a long time.He was a little slow to react, and he was dumbfounded, his eyes were a little empty, like a harmless rabbit.

Qin Dongyi's heart throbbed.

He leaned over and kissed the corner of the forehead.

Lou Hua looked up at him, and after a long time, he whispered:

"Can you just be nice to me?"

"Okay." Qin Dongyi looked at him:

"Only for you."

"Thank you."

Lou Hua smiled at him.

As I said earlier, he is very easy to please.

He doesn't ask Qin Dongyi to love him anymore.

If you can't love him, just being good to him is enough.

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Lou Hua fell asleep in the Shutong courtyard for two or three days.

When I woke up, it happened to be the last day of the Zongmen Grand Competition.

During this period of time, both Zhou Yewang and Chang Ying lost, and the candidates for the decisive battle finally fell on Liao Yang and another inner disciple.

Painter Lou's little girl entered the decisive battle, so he naturally wanted to see it.

So that day he woke up early, like the previous time, he wandered to the upper seat of the school field and sat beside Qin Dongyi.

When he went this time, several elders had arrived.

Zong Ze was still sleeping, Xuan Song was still drinking, the atmosphere between Yuan Jing and Lian Yao was very tense, and only the fried-haired old man Wu Yan patted his thigh and made fun with his throat:

"Hey, Lian Yao, yesterday I heard from my little disciple that the kitchen in your house was blown up? You really have it hahahahahaha... If you want me to tell you, just give up, you are not a cook... "

In the deadly silence, Wu Yan's laughter seemed extraordinarily noisy.

Lian Yao casually grabbed a fruit and threw it on his face:

"You're the only one with a long mouth? I fried your kitchen?!"

Wu Yan was hit on the nose by the fruit, and the laughter stopped abruptly.

He picked up the fruit and took a bite himself, he was so angry that he didn't make a sound.

Seeing him calm down, Lian Yao's anger disappeared.

Then, she subconsciously glanced at the painting on the opposite building.

Lou Hua kept propping his head and looking in the direction of the school grounds, he didn't react at all to the movement just now, and even yawned lazily.

He didn't want to pursue those twists and turns.

It's good to be a transparent person, everyone is happy.

Over there, the surroundings of the school grounds were already full of onlookers.

There are many more people in Qingyang Mountain than 300 years ago, and a large circle of people surrounded the school grounds.At this time, the gong sounded for the beginning of the decisive battle, and the two disciples stood on the stage and announced their names.

The one who was fighting Liaoyang was Elder Xuansong's young apprentice. The young man looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, with delicate features, and saluted Liaoyang seriously.

Liaoyang also clenched his fists at him, raised his chin, his eyes seemed to be filled with light:

"Outer door, Liaoyang."

"Senior Sister Liaoyang, come on!!!"

As soon as Liaoyang finished speaking, a childish voice came from the crowd of onlookers.

Liaoyang subconsciously turned her head to take a look, not only her, but Lou Hua raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at the source of the voice.

There, Chang Ying's little guy was dancing with his buttocks twisted, as if he was cheering up Liaoyang.Next to him, Zhou Yewang also followed him stiffly, but his movements were always slow, which was really funny.

The people around laughed twice, and then shouted a few words, "Sister, come on!"

Liaoyang is very famous among this generation of Qingyang disciples.She is clever and beautiful. Although she just started this year, she is stronger than some inner disciples.

Lou Hua looked at her figure, looked sideways and asked Qin Dongyi:

"Guess who will win?"

Qin Dongyi didn't answer, just asked: "Who do you think wins?"

Lou Hua laughed and whispered:

"Of course it's my little girl."

Qin Dongyi nodded:

"Then I guess her."

Lou Hua glanced at him, then suddenly remembered something:

"The last Zongmen Grand Competition, when you and Qi returned, someone made a bet at the opening below, and I bet on you all the wealth I have saved for eight years."

Qin Dong thought for a while, looked at him and said:

"Then you win."

"En." Lou Hua nodded, suddenly a little discouraged:

"Winning is winning, but I even forgot to get back the principal, it's all gone."

"Can you forget this?" Qin Dongyi asked with bent lips.

"Well, didn't they come looking for you as soon as they saw you win?"

Lou Hua smiled and rolled his eyes. He looked at Qin Dongyi and was about to do something when he suddenly heard an angry cough from the opposite side.

Looking up, Wu Yan's beard on the opposite side was blown up, staring at him like an enemy, his eyes almost burst into flames.

Lou Hua felt a little funny seeing him like this.

He made a face at Wu Yan, then turned his head and kissed Qin Dongyi on the cheek.

After finishing all this, he proudly raised his eyebrows at Wu Yan, with a provocative look of "Come and hit me".

"you!"

Wu Yan slapped the table loudly.

But before he had an attack, he was kicked by Lian Yao:

"What are you? Sit quietly!"

Wu Yan couldn't be bothered and noisy, so he finally waved his sleeves heavily and sat down, staring straight at the school field with his eyes, as for the two opposite, he was out of sight and out of mind.

Lou Hua felt better, and turned his gaze back to the two teenagers fighting on the school field.

The little girl in black held a long whip, and when she moved, the silver ornaments on her body jingled.

Lou Hua looked at Liaoyang's moves, and after a while, he suddenly felt someone gently tug on his sleeve.

He froze for a moment, looked down, and saw Qin Dongyi quietly handing him a small bag.

Lou Hua took it over, opened her eyes, and then slightly curled the corners of her lips.

It was a small bag of spirit stones and broken silver.

Just now he said that he used all his wealth to bet, but he forgot to get it back, and he lost all his money.

What is this, is it for him?

Lou Hua tied the small bag and put it in the storage ring.

The final battle of the Zongmen Grand Competition ended with Liaoyang's narrow victory. The little girl won the competition, and ran off the field like flying, hugging Zhou Yewang and Chang Ying in circles.

A group of teenagers laughed together, and the audience was very lively.

Wu Yan and Xuan Song had been fighting for a long time, and they both wanted to take Liao Yang as an apprentice, seeing that Liao Yang had won, the two old men rushed down to the school field to grab him.

Qin Dongyi had already agreed with Liaoyang that he would take her as his apprentice, probably because he wanted to explain the situation, so he also followed.Lou Hua also went to join in the fun.

In this way, besides the sleeping Zong Ze, only Lian Yao and Yuan Jing are left in the upper position.

The two sat in silence, and finally Yuan Jing spoke first:

"Xiao Hua, what should I do?"

Lian Yao tapped the table with her fingers, without looking at him:

"What else can I do, he is my child, I will coax him."

Yuan Jing raised his eyes and asked in a gentle voice:

"need my help?"

"How can you help?" Lian Yao glanced at him:

"If you have time to spare, why not talk to that broken stone."

She paused, then said:

"After a few days, I'll go and have a good talk with him. After all, I owe him what I owe him. After so many years, I have to make up for it."

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