The Seven Sick Girls Can't Ask For Me

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There are not many sweet cookies for falling in love, mainly to pave the way for the final roll~

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Little sweethearts who don’t like to watch can skip it, and there will be an explanation when it reappears later~

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Comparing my heart~ I love you guys!

Xiyou City is a small remote city in southern Xinjiang, squeezed between Yanhui Mountain and Shengxue Mountain, as narrow as a chess piece on a chessboard with nowhere to place it.

Except for the occasional caravans going in and out of the Western Desert, the bandits and horse thieves who come here every year during the dry season still remember this small place.

But there is a river in Xiyou City.

Where there is a river, there will be boats.

The sky is clear, and the geese leave their marks.Today is sunny and clear, suitable for hiking.

But on this painting boat in Xiyou City, the exquisitely carved windows were completely covered by countless fluttering lavender silks.

This kind of silk comes from the East China Sea, and the road from southern Xinjiang to the East China Sea is very long.

So this kind of silk and satin in southern Xinjiang is very expensive and luxurious.

There were a lot of people in the painting boat, and they all seemed to be rich and powerful, with expensive clothes, but they were all silent.

The water level of the snowmelt river is very low, even in the rainy season.

It is also a luxury to get such a boat, because it may only be used for two months.

Then it will be stranded on a dry river bed full of loess, and may not be used again one day.

The owner of the boat didn't seem to mind, it made no difference whether it was because he was rich or because he wanted to appear rich.

Just like the Zihao pen he is using now, he uses this pen not because it is easier to use, but because it is more expensive and can better show his identity.

He put the last strokes on the paper, and painted on the beautiful eyes of the person in the painting.

Immediately, the eyes of the person in the painting are shining brightly, the lips are exposed, the cheeks are soft and the hair is flowing, just like a living person.

There was silence in the boat, and then people around began to tsk, tsk, and praise.

"Chen Jiu, Mr. Chen, this painting...is absolutely amazing!"

"As expected of a Danqing pen!"

"The people in this painting are really pretty! I wonder if there are such beauties in the world!"

"I can only feast my eyes on the painting!"

The one called Chen Jiu was a rather young son. He was dressed luxuriously and had a handsome face. Although he was sure of winning at this time, he did not show arrogance.

"I lost." The old gentleman on the opposite side let out a long sigh and walked off the stage voluntarily.

There was another commotion in the crowd.

"Mr. Xue's paintings are completely inferior... Hey, how many is this? Is there really anyone who can beat Chen Gongzi on the way of painting?"

"I don't know what this Mr. Chen is from? With such a bearing, I'm afraid those rich men in Qingping City can't match it."

"Go! If he was really so extraordinary, he would have gone to Qingping City a long time ago, and why did he come to our remote town in southern Xinjiang?!"

At this time, a delicate female voice suddenly sounded in the crowd.

The crowd dispersed, revealing a woman in a red dress with a red gauze on her face and a beautiful body.

She bowed profusely.

"I've heard about the famous Danqing pen for a long time, so it's hard to find a match for Mr. Chen here during the painting process. The little girl has heard that Mr. Chen also knows a lot about Taoism, so I wonder if I can ask you a lesson today?"

Chen Jiu put down the Zihao in his hand, with a smile on his face. "I don't dare to do it, but I don't know how to ask the girl? The painting boat is small and not suitable for wielding knives and guns."

The red-clothed woman smiled wryly, "My lord, I'm just an ordinary little girl, I don't know how to do it, how dare I compete with the Danqing pen? I'm just curious."

The young man in Chinese clothes on the high platform smiled without saying a word, and slightly moved the hem of his clothes. A guard bent forward and presented a small box.

The eyes of everyone on the painting boat were immediately attracted by the small box.

Everyone is guessing what's inside that box.

The box is made of sunken wood, small and delicate.

Chen Jiu slowly opened the box, revealing the contents inside.

Inside is a small brass-colored bell, which looks very small and ordinary, with a red thread on it.

Chen Jiu picked up the lead wire of the bell and put it in his palm. When he did this, the bell didn't ring.

"This is a magic weapon called Zui Linglong, also called Qingxinling." Chen Jiu explained. "The bell will ring only when encountering evil spirits."

He held the bell in his hand, obviously trying to cast some spell.

But at this moment, the bell in his hand suddenly rang, and he bumped around like crazy.

As the crisp bell rang through the cabin, the faces of everyone in the painting boat became more and more ugly.

A person asked timidly.

"Mr. Chen, is your bell broken?"

Chen Jiu's face was as pale as a ghost at this time, and he no longer had the unrestrained demeanor just now. "No, it's impossible!" He yelled, "This, this bell, it can't be broken!"

He hastily raised the bell to his eyes and watched it carefully, but suddenly a cold air rose behind him, accompanied by an extremely dangerous premonition.

A ball of black air exploded with a bang, and it turned out to be the woman in red just now.

It's just that her complexion turned black at this time, black air continued to emerge from her body, her mouth opened wide, and she rushed towards Chen Jiu.

It turned out that she was not a human being, but a demon in disguise!

"Where are the demons haunting!"

Suddenly a crisp voice sounded, and a dark yellow figure broke through the layers of silk and rushed into the boat.

"Oh! My son and I have been chasing you for a month! Today we finally caught you!"

Before the man finished speaking, another white light descended from the sky and went straight towards the young master Chen in the middle.

A piercing scream sounded, and a silent air wave shook the painting boat, causing people to stagger from side to side.When the weather calmed down, an extremely beautiful young man was standing where Chen Jiu was originally standing in the painting boat.

Just now he directly broke through the roof of the cabin to get in, so there is still a hole in the top right now.

The sun shone through the hole, shining on his almost flawless face.

The crowd was silent for a while, and even forgot to panic.

This person must be no ordinary person.

They thought so at the same time.

Not only because he killed a powerful-looking monster so easily just now, but because of his face.

He was so good-looking.

With such a face, no one would think that he is very ordinary.

His hair was tied behind him, and it was now dyed a little golden because of the strong sunlight in southern Xinjiang.It looks like a fairy descended from the sky.

The beautiful fairy pulled his blood-stained knife from the neck of the dead monster.

But his knife not only killed the demon, but the overflowing knife energy also killed Chen Jiu.

The luxuriously dressed young man lay on the ground with his head dropped.His eyes were wide open, apparently not understanding why he would die when someone came to save him.

Yes, rather than saying that the man was killed by the demon, it would be better to say that he was killed by the youth.

But the man obviously didn't mind that.

He, the bandit Lu Qing, turned the long knife in his hand indifferently.

The still ink-stained painting of a beauty was also damaged by the battle just now, and it hung haggardly on the bamboo stand.

Everyone was watching him slowly wipe the knife.