After the death of the Cang Wolf King, the wolves had no heads. They did not dare to approach Yan Qing to take revenge. They were just wailing at the sky on the hills. Their howlings came one after another, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier.

Yan Qing put away his sword and walked out of the valley. Yes, it took some time to wait, but the damn person was still dead. Baili Xuanji followed him silently. He held his head in distress. He was the one who made the mistake, he was the one who killed people, and he had to be the one who wiped his butt in the end...

"Lord Yan, where are you going now?" he asked bitterly.

Yan Qing said: "Go to find the remaining corpses of Lao Zhang, even if they are bones, they must be found out. I promised Xiaoshu that I would take him back."

Baili Xuanji said: "If you bring a human head and some bone scumbags back, you must scare the little girl to death."

Yan Qing squatted down, he was hurt and thought for a while, and finally he sighed: "I suddenly don't want to bring these sadness back."

"Then let's go and find Leng Wuqing as soon as possible. I want to leave here soon..."

"No," Yan Qing shook his head and looked at Baili Xuanji. He said again: "I can't take it back, but you can take it, so you have to help me."

"I...you are not kind!"

"I'm busy, let's go first." Yan Qing turned over and rode his horse away without waiting for Baili Xuanji to go together.

"Hey! You'll give me a ride at least. How can I walk back with my foot stick when it's raining heavily?" Baili Xuanji chased for a while. Seeing that Yan Qing had no intention of stopping, he cursed a few more times, but as Yan Qing's back became farther and farther, all this was gone...

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Before I knew it, the sky was so dark. It was not considered evening at the moment. It was just because the clouds covered the sky, so the night came too much in the morning.

Sure enough, Baili Xuanji was right. At night, it was raining heavily, cold and cold, cold in the human body and cold in the hearts!

Although it is in the northwest, it can be regarded as the first rain in winter. The dry grass is blown by the wind and rain. They sway from side to side, as if the vast earth is rising and falling. Goodbye, this early night, the afterglow is still there, and the gray night comes again - the hazy misty rain not only exists in the south of the Yangtze River, but also in the northwest.

Yu'er found an oil-paper umbrella from somewhere. She stood on the roof, graceful and graceful. Such a beauty should not be integrated into this misty plain unless she was sick in her heart.

She looked foolishly, eagerly, resentful, and sighed hatefully!

A crystal tears fell from the corner of her eyes.

Tears were exactly the same as rain. She felt that crying at this time was seen by others, and others might think that it was just a drop of rain falling on her face. She had to choose to cry on a rainy night.

Yu'er is the tears of God. The wind and rain are shaking, and life is appreciated together. But Yu'er's tears are only one drop. When it falls, who will comfort and who will appreciate them?

Tears fell from the corner of their eyes, and they streaked across their face with a trace of tears. Finally, the tears slid down their chin. It was no different from the raindrops when it fell to the ground.

But at this moment, a differential brush passed by and someone appeared. He reached out and took the tear that Yuer cried accurately.

"The tears of a beauty are broken. This ground tears should be very precious. How can it be melted with water?"

Yu'er didn't care who was behind her for the time being. She blinked her eyes first, then wiped away her tears with her sleeves.

"Miss Yu is crying." Leng Wuqing quietly looked at the crystal tears in his hand, which were beautiful and poisonous!

"Aren't you shameful?" Yu'er just turned around, but Leng Wuqing gently held her head:

"I'll stand behind you, and you'll stand in front of me, and you won't look back."

"I don't care about people's beauty and ugliness." Yu'er really wanted to see Leng Wuqing's appearance.

"That's not possible." Leng Wuqing insisted.

Yu'er was so angry: "Then don't rely on me to get too much in. The umbrella can't accommodate two people!"

"Okay." Leng Wuqing took two steps back and stood in the heavy rain.

"This... you're in the rain, why don't you--"

"Don't look back."

"I won't look back!" Yu'er turned her back to him and took three steps back, and the small umbrella covered the wind and rain for the two of them. After a while, she murmured softly: "What a weird person..."

Leng Wuqing said: "We are just hiding things we don't want to face. If I were a weird person, why would you?"

Yu'er retorted: "I'm not like you, I'm at least open and upright."

"Crying openly?"

"Who said I was crying? Can you see me crying with your back to me? - It was just an occasional two or three points of rain that just hit my cheek..."

Leng Wuqing drooped his eyes, and he looked at the tear in his palm again, and said affirmatively: "You must be crying, because the rain has no temperature, but your tears are warm."

"This..." Yu'er had no words to tell, and she turned slightly angry: "So what if I cry? You know that she still disturbs her, where are you so idle? Are you here to laugh at me?"

"What a strong temper."

"snort!"

"I have accepted your tears. I think it must be very special to some people, right?"

Leng Wuqing wanted to leave with tears after he said that, but at this moment Yu'er suddenly grabbed his hand and she said sly: "This is my tears, why do you give it to you if you say it?"

"It's just a tear."

Yu'er said unforgivably: "But you have also said that beautiful tears can break people's hearts. My tears are very valuable... Moreover, there are witchcrafts in our Shushan, especially their hair and tears, which are the easiest to curse!"

Leng Wuqing laughed rarely. He squinted his eyes at the silly girl in front of him and asked, "Okay, then how can you give me this tear?"

"I want to see your face." Yu'er made a quick decision.

"Is a person's face important?"

"That's not, it's just that you have to make some mystery to seduce people. I just want to see if it's done?"

"As long, then you can see."

Yu'er turned around immediately, curiosity made her impatient, Leng Wuqing was behind her, and she could see clearly when she looked back-

The sword eyebrows on the gray and ruthless eyes were as bright as a galaxy! The long-term light forced his face to be pale, his lips were not red, but his face was reflected in blood. This seemingly weak person did not lose his perseverance...

Yu'er was already dazed, not knowing whether it was because her heart was too far away from Leng Wuqing, or the person in front of her was too eye-catching-

"You... are you pretty...?" Yu'er said this from the bottom of her heart, and the umbrella couldn't help but slide off her hands. Fortunately, Leng Wuqing quickly grabbed the handle of the umbrella, and he didn't say anything. He just held the umbrella for Yu'er and looked at each other quietly.

After looking at it for a long time, Yu'er finally blushed with emotion. She bit her lips and curled her head, and took the umbrella again. She was so ashamed that her eyes were so hot and greedy.

"Miss Yu, what did you see?" Leng Wuqing asked.

"See...By the way, I saw you blinking," Yu'er raised her head and widened her eyes. She nodded and affirmed, "In just half a quarter of an hour, you blinked your eyes twelve times, and-"

Before she finished speaking, Leng Wuqing suddenly grabbed her hand. At this moment, his gray eyes suddenly began to turn black. His faint eyes were filled with sorrow with many memories. He asked excitedly: "Are you saying true? Are you really counting the number of times I blink?"

Yu'er really didn't like this sudden invasion. She shook Leng Wuqing's hand and measured her body, complaining: "I wanted to break the speechless atmosphere, but I didn't expect you to be so rude..."

Leng Wuqing then reacted to his rudeness. He sighed and apologized: "Miss Yu, don't blame me, but your words just reminded me of an old friend. She always likes to count the number of times I blink. She finds this very interesting, and every night when she falls asleep, she asks me to blink a hundred times to show her..."

His memories were endless, but the naive Yu'er didn't notice anything unusual. She just responded casually:

"Blinking is to protect your eyes. She does this to care about you. What is the fun..."

"Extremely right! Miss Yu is so smart!" Leng Wuqing hasn't been so happy for a long time.

Yu'er pursed her lips. Although she couldn't see Leng Wuqing's strange temper, she felt a hint of sadness in her vague sense. So she gently stuffed the umbrella into Leng Wuqing's hand and smiled warmly at her:

"Actually, you are not ruthless! Hehe... Anyway, it's much better than me. I cry every time it rains-oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you that my name is Yu Yu'er."

After saying that, she jumped off the eaves gently, leaving Leng Wuqing alone in the rain, nostalgic and lingering...

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Chapter completed!