Jun Ziqian looked at her quietly for a while, then sighed: "Don't hold on, if you are sad just cry. No one here will laugh at you."
Wu Jiuzi stopped talking and continued to look at the stars, as if there was something rare on the stars that made her unable to take her eyes away.
"Come on, let me lend you a shoulder to lean on." Jun Ziqian sat side by side with her, half serious and half joking: "Be careful not to let your tears fall on my clothes. I don't know how to cleanse. I have to wash them when I get back."
"Fuck you!" Wu Jiuzi finally managed to hold back the tears that were about to well up and gave him a push.
Jun Ziqian shook his head deliberately: "Dirty girl, do you want to push me down and kill me?"
The old title came back to the world, and both of them were stunned.
Wu Jiuzi finally laughed and glanced at him sideways: "Junziqian, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous." She misjudged him and thought he would only pretend to be cool.
"My humor is only for you..." Jun Ziqian whispered.
"What?" His voice was too soft and Wu Jiuzi didn't hear it clearly.
"It's nothing." Jun Ziqian stood up: "You don't want to cry, do you? If you don't want to cry, then I can leave. I won't lend you my shoulder."
"Who wants to cry? Let's go, let's go, it's getting late and I have to rest." Wu Jiuzi waved.
Jun Ziqian smiled and pulled her up: "If you want to sleep, go back to the house and sleep there. Sleeping in the open air is not good. You will get sick. Look at how thin you are now, your bones are hurting your hands..."
At this point, my voice stopped and I couldn't say any more.
Wu Jiuzi smiled nonchalantly: "Why are you thin? I am slim... Do you understand slim? Let me tell you, there was once a woman who was so thin that she could dance on the palm of her hand, and she was especially favored by the emperor..."
There was a pause here.
She is not Zhao Feiyan, and Fengjian Liuxiang is not that emperor. No matter how thin she is, he will not take it to heart...
Fortunately, Jun Ziqian didn't understand Zhao Feiyan's story, and he didn't want to understand either. He just patted her on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you are now so thin that you can fly in the palm of your hand. Let's go down."
He jumped down to the ground with her, and then let go of her hand: "Okay, I'm leaving. There's no need to send her off."
Which one do you want to give away?
Wu Jiuzi rolled her eyes secretly and waved her hand: "Let's go, let's go, what is my mother-in-law and mother like?"
Jun Ziqian smiled, turned and left. Just as he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something again: "By the way, Jiu Zi, in two months there will be the Jiuhua Sect Disciple Competition. You represent your master's faction and you must participate."
Wu Jiuzi was startled, Jun Ziqian had already gone far away with his clothes fluttering.
The Biqiu Hills, which was bustling just now, gradually became quiet.
Wu Jiuzi lay on the bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. The wind outside blew through the treetops and made a rustling noise, making the night seem quieter and deeper.
She closed her eyes slightly, and the shadow of the fragrance in the wind flashed before her eyes, and her heart seemed to be pricked by some sharp needle.
She looked around the room. The furniture in the room was all new, including new beds, new tables and chairs, and new wardrobes. Jun Ziqian looked at her quietly, and after a long while, he sighed: "Don't hold on.
, if you are sad, just cry, no one will laugh at you here."
Wu Jiuzi stopped talking and continued to look at the stars, as if there was something rare on the stars that made her unable to take her eyes away.
"Come on, let me lend you a shoulder to lean on." Jun Ziqian sat side by side with her, half serious and half joking: "Be careful not to let your tears fall on my clothes. I don't know how to cleanse. I have to wash them when I get back."
"Fuck you!" Wu Jiuzi finally managed to hold back the tears that were about to well up and gave him a push.
Jun Ziqian shook his head deliberately: "Dirty girl, do you want to push me down and kill me?"
The old title came back to the world, and both of them were stunned.
Wu Jiuzi finally laughed and glanced at him sideways: "Junziqian, I didn't expect you to be quite humorous." She misjudged him and thought he would only pretend to be cool.
"My humor is only for you..." Jun Ziqian whispered.
"What?" His voice was too soft and Wu Jiuzi didn't hear it clearly.
"It's nothing." Jun Ziqian stood up: "You don't want to cry, do you? If you don't want to cry, then I can leave. I won't lend you my shoulder."
"Who wants to cry? Let's go, let's go, it's getting late and I have to rest." Wu Jiuzi waved.
Jun Ziqian smiled and pulled her up: "If you want to sleep, go back to the house and sleep there. Sleeping in the open air is not good. You will get sick. Look at how thin you are now, your bones are hurting your hands..."
At this point, my voice stopped and I couldn't say any more.
Wu Jiuzi smiled nonchalantly: "Why are you thin? I am slim... Do you understand slim? Let me tell you, there was once a woman who was so thin that she could dance on the palm of her hand, and she was especially favored by the emperor..."
There was a pause here.
She is not Zhao Feiyan, and Fengjian Liuxiang is not that emperor. No matter how thin she is, he will not take it to heart...
Fortunately, Jun Ziqian didn't understand Zhao Feiyan's story, and he didn't want to understand either. He just patted her on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you are now so thin that you can fly in the palm of your hand. Let's go down."
He jumped down to the ground with her, and then let go of her hand: "Okay, I'm leaving. There's no need to send her off."
Which one do you want to give away?
Wu Jiuzi rolled her eyes secretly and waved her hand: "Let's go, let's go, what is my mother-in-law and mother like?"
Jun Ziqian smiled, turned and left. Just as he walked to the door, he seemed to remember something again: "By the way, Jiu Zi, in two months there will be the Jiuhua Sect Disciple Competition. You represent your master's faction and you must participate."
Wu Jiuzi was startled, Jun Ziqian had already gone far away with his clothes fluttering.
The Biqiu Hills, which was bustling just now, gradually became quiet.
Wu Jiuzi lay on the bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. The wind outside blew through the treetops and made a rustling noise, making the night seem quieter and deeper.
She closed her eyes slightly, and the shadow of the fragrance in the wind flashed before her eyes, and her heart seemed to be pricked by some sharp needle.
She looked around the house. The furniture in the house was all new, including new beds, new tables and chairs, and new wardrobes.