I am green tea in the master-disciple abuse essay

It is not hidden in the dark clouds, it is just above everyone's head, the sun is shining brightly, but for some reason, the sky in Qingcheng never clears up in the eyes of the people below...

Childhood nursery rhymes are still sung, but as the years get older, the voice of singing nursery rhymes has changed, and the singers are not as sincere and innocent as when they were young.

I don't know who laughed when the wind stopped.

The wall of fire that appeared in the city was extremely strange. It didn't stay in one place all the time, but changed and moved rapidly over time.

If it's just moving, of course it can't be considered weird. The real weirdness of the firewall is that as the firewall moves, the surrounding scenes and characters will change.

Fu Yanchen knelt in front of the red light, sometimes to the east of the city, sometimes to the west of the city, the people standing in front of him were sometimes monks with astonished expressions, and sometimes Huai Ruolou who was thinking.Fortunately, the red light didn't stay in place for long, and Fu Yanchen was still safe now.

No one in Qingcheng knows what the red light symbolizes, and no one knows what the red light flashing through the scenery and the changes in characters represent.

Whose power is this? Fu Yanchen knew in her heart.

Ye Jiaogu had an attack when Chanrong wanted to destroy him. While protecting his host, he used his terrifying strength to reverse the disadvantage he was in.

Ye Jiao is powerful, Fu Yanchen has always known this, but Fu Yanchen looked at the endless red wall of fire, and really did not expect Ye Jiao to be so powerful.

Now under the influence of Ye Jiaogu, Huairuolou is not here, nor is Chanrong, he should seize the opportunity Ye Jiaogu brought him and leave.But for some reason, he always feels very tired, and he doesn't want to take a step forward. He always has one thing in his heart, and he wants to find it if he can't let it go...

But at this time, I wonder if God saw him as pitiful, so he sent over the point that he couldn't let go of in his heart.

A touch of white appeared in the field of vision, not like Chanrong was as cold as the moon in the clouds, nor as the head of Qingyuan was as cold as snow.It was a soft cloud, with its back against the blue sky, floating over quietly, without any color that made people nervous and timid, it only gave people a peaceful and gentle feeling.

— Ruoqing.

With the tip of the tongue against the teeth, an inexplicable grievance appeared the moment he saw the other party.

Fu Yanchen didn't know when Ruoqing appeared.

When he looked up again, he saw the man standing there like that, as if he was looking for something.

Then his eyes met those of the man, and in the blink of an eye, many thoughts appeared in Fu Yanchen's mind.

He wants to complain to Ruoqing, talk about the grievances he suffered here, he wants to tell Ruoqing that Qingyuan can no longer tolerate him, he wants to say that he has not tried hard, but no matter how hard he tries, he will not be treated fairly , and he was tired, he didn't want to explain day after day, and he couldn't stay in Qingyuan for a long time.

It's just that before these words were spoken, when he was looking at Ruoqing anxiously, Ruoqing's eyes flicked over him - Ruoqing turned his head and looked opposite without hesitation.

The accident happened again.

At the same time, the figures of Chanrong and Qingyuan people appeared when the red light flashed and moved again. Chanrong in the crowd looked this way, first saw Ruoqing, and then passed Ruoqing to see his figure...

What happened next seemed to slow down several times.

Fu Yan stared at Ruoqing in a daze as she turned her head, her black hair was flowing down her neck, and then ran towards Chanrong without looking back.

The man didn't ask him about his injuries, and he didn't say a word to him, he only left a crisp and sweet little uncle, as if he only had Chanrong in his eyes, as if the existence of Chanrong had already surpassed those around him. everything counts...

Fu Yanchen felt that Ruoqing was like a beautiful butterfly, he happily ran towards the flowers on the opposite side, never caring whether the fallen leaves behind him begged him to stay.

From then on, Fu Yanchen somewhat forgot why he kept kneeling here and never left.

For a moment, he felt like a dog who had been kicked by his master and was still guarding the house.

It was strange, even though the surrounding trees and houses had been destroyed in the red wall of fire, Fu Yanchen still heard the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind at this moment.

it's wired.

His opened mouth slowly closed, firstly, he couldn't remember what he wanted to say, and secondly, he was wondering why the sound of leaves appeared here.

Then he thought for a long time before showing a relieved smile.

He finally guessed what it was.

He thought that what sounded in his ears might not be the leaves blown by the wind in the city, but the sound of him sweeping away the fallen leaves in his heart.