[Jian 3] Pit father's love game

Chapter 217 Hidden Explosion

Fang Shaohan is not here, Ye Chengfeng is not here, Ling Xuyang is not here...

None of her puppets are there.

Qu Lingyin was sitting by the window, watching the raindrops falling on the window sill, the smile on her face was gone.This unexpected state can't make her feel at ease. Her hand is tightly holding the silver flute at her waist, and the cold temperature of the weapon can be heard from the palm of her hand, which can calm her flustered heart.

After so many years, she is still used to walking with the dead, or walking with puppets, which are the best puppets made of high-quality materials.They were her greatest reliance, but they are all gone now.Was it destroyed?

She looked at the rain outside the window expressionlessly, and stretched out her thin white arms to catch the rain outside the window. The cold rainwater slid down her arms and fell on her sleeves. It's a little deeper.The wind blew the rain towards the window, and the raindrops slightly soaked her hair at the temples. The cold wetness reminded her of the feeling of going to a waterfall to watch the scenery a long time ago.She likes to dress herself up very much and also likes to travel around and see all the styles of this world. Since she can't go back to that distant world, why not take a good look at this world?Besides, with her current temperament, I am afraid that going back is the real discomfort.The world has never been kind to her, so she should be more gentle to herself.

In this world, living people cannot be trusted.

Only the dead are the most reassuring existence.

The living Fang Shaohan once gave her great pain, the scarlet sword energy that flaunted in Yangzhou, the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.She went to Wanhua to seek medical treatment in embarrassment, but she couldn't survive the lonely journey and the excruciating pain.The second death, the pain even affected her more deeply than the first arrow.So the first puppet she made carefully was him, and this is also the puppet she made the most carefully.

After dressing up meticulously, she returned to Yangzhou City again, and took the first step on this road of no return, taking great risks to weave a perfect trap.Or that she never thought of turning back.The trap called love was perfect, even she thought she was in love with him, and finally he fell into the net.After all, he liked her in the first place, didn't he?If you love me already, isn't it easy to fall in love with me again?If you love me, you'll let your guard down.

Once the prey is caught in the web, the spider begins to reel in the thread.In the end, Fang Shaohan became her most delicate puppet.Being good-looking is an advantage.

Compared with Fang Shaohan who is alive, she likes him more when he is dead.He will be a good listener, no matter how many complaints he hears, he will not utter a single word of resistance; he will always be by her side, as quiet as a beautiful picture scroll; he will desperately fight for her...

She walked past the waterfall, and he followed her with an umbrella. The magnificent face under the red umbrella was more scorching than the peach blossoms that bloomed in full bloom in March. The water of the waterfall fell on him, and his black hair was splashed wet A few strands, clinging to his face, there was nothing in those eyes that had lost their brilliance, neither the scenery nor her appearance could be reflected.

She walked through the desert, and he accompanied her to leave a string of footprints in the yellow sand all over the sky, and then waited for the wind and sand to bury these traces.

Her journey has always been lonely, because everyone in this arena wants to take her head.A reward of ten thousand gold is offered, and the friendship between the three sects, who is not tempted?

The living cannot be trusted.

Puppets are such a good thing.

But now, her puppets are gone.

"Ayin, why don't you take shelter from the rain?"

Ling Xuyang passed by Qu Lingyin's window holding an umbrella, and frowned slightly after seeing her standing by the window facing the wind and rain.He subconsciously took two steps forward, stood in front of her window, held an umbrella, and blocked the wind and rain behind him, then stretched out his hand and gently cut the wet hair beside her face behind her ears:

"Hair is wet."

A man with gentle eyebrows held an umbrella and suddenly came to Qu Lingyin. He didn't wear Taoist robes, and he didn't have a Taoist crown, but he was wearing a simple Taoist bun. She was very familiar with that kind of face with gentle eyebrows.

Ling Xuyang...

A living Ling Xuyang? !

How can it be?

It is impossible for a puppet who has lost its life to come back to life, at least not for her.

But why are you alive? !

why are you alive

The panic and fear of the unknown was only for a moment, and then she calmed down in an instant, with her usual gorgeous and moving smile on her lips, her light-colored eyes filled with tenderness like water, she slightly raised her head to look at Ling Xu Yang, just smiled and said nothing.

The rain fell down the edge of the umbrella, soaking the clothes on his back.Holding an umbrella, Ling Xuyang looked at her smile and was suddenly a little stunned, but felt a little hot on his face for a moment.Although the rain and the wind were both cold, he felt a heat rising from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but look away slightly:

Ah Yin seems a little different today.

"Why is Ah Yin dressed like this today?"

Qu Lingyin is wearing layers of dresses and jewelry that she has never worn before. She has delicate makeup on her face, showing the beauty and charm of her appearance. Even her hair is decorated with Delicate and petite silver ornaments and tassels.

Compared with the simple dress in the past, her appearance today can be called a full dress.

So Ling Xuyang was a little puzzled, did something happy happen?

Just by looking at Ling Xuyang's eyes and expression on her, Qu Lingyin probably seemed to confirm his attitude towards her. She is very good at this kind of slightly ambiguous lover status.Although I don't know how he survived as a puppet, or why he acts like nothing happened, but this does not prevent Qu Lingyin from following his attitude and pretending to be himself.She has long been proficient in this kind of thing. The corners of her lips are slightly hooked, and every curve is perfect. She looks at the person in front of her eyes with a hazy look, creating a kind of watery tenderness:

"Doesn't it look good?"

Her voice is soft and gentle, with a bit of sweetness in love:

"Or...you don't like it?"

There was a slight pause in her sentence, and the tone of the second half of the sentence gradually weakened, seeming to be somewhat disturbed and disappointed.

[Or...you don't like it? 】

This kind of words with obvious affection echoed in his mind, and the sentence "You don't like it?" is even more suggestive: I dress up beautifully to see you~

"What about Ah Yin, I like it."

He couldn't help but want to smile, it was a kind of warmth and smile rising from his heart.

Qu Lingyin looked at him with a smile, retracted her right hand into the window and pinned the wet hair beside her face behind her.Her earballs are white and small, and the tassels and pearls on the earrings sway slightly with her movements:

"A woman is the one who pleases herself. I want to be with you in the most beautiful way."

Ling Xuyang felt that the warmth in his heart seemed to be more obvious, and suddenly recalled the past ten years, as if he was dreaming. Finally, he replied with a smile:

"You have always been the most beautiful."

What seemed like sweet talk was actually his true thoughts.In his eyes, Qu Lingyin has always been the most beautiful.Because with this person in his eyes, other people lose their color, or no matter how bright other people's colors are, they can't take away the shadow of this person reflected in his eyes.

"Come in, you've been standing outside, your clothes are going to be completely wet."

Qu Lingyin smiled softly, then pointed to the door, and the bracelets on her wrists collided with each other, making a crisp sound of jingling.

Rainy days always make people a little tired, and there is rain everywhere, so most people stay quietly in their rooms, especially Fang Shaohan.He sat in front of the mirror all morning, staring at the extremely magnificent face in the mirror.

When he was a child, Senior Sister Bai of Xiufang always teased him, saying that he had a good look, but it was a pity that he was not born as a daughter, otherwise he would be so gorgeous.

【Zhaoxue, I think it should be like this.Fortunately, Shaohan is not a daughter, otherwise what kind of trouble would she be when she grows up? 】

The senior sister who spoke looked at him, covered her lips and smiled, her eyes were teasing.

Back then when he was young and aggressive, the people who talked about his appearance were the ones he disliked the most. Although they didn't have any malicious intentions, they didn't like them anyway.Every time the senior sisters teased him with this matter, he would turn around coldly and leave, ignoring it.

Looks are born, gender is also born, what's so funny?

And he doesn't think there's anything wrong with his appearance. Is such an appearance a good thing for a woman?Is it a bad thing to give it to a man?

[Why do you want to make assumptions about women?Shaohan is born with good looks, and he will definitely be a rare handsome man when he grows up, but I don't know how many girls in Yangzhou City will fall in love with him? 】

Zhao Shiyu reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and then joked with a smile.Unlike other senior sisters, she didn't regret it, but his appearance is not a girl's body.

She told him that regardless of gender, having a good look is always an advantage.

[If you have someone you like in the future, a good face may not make her like you, but she will always look at you more than other people. 】

Zhao Shiyu patted him on the shoulder lightly, and joked with him with a smile.

Tell him, you look good, there is no problem, don't pay too much attention to the jokes of other seniors and sisters.After all, there are too many girls in Xiufang. Occasionally a boy is a bit curious. They actually like you very much, so they come to see you every day and joke with you.

Later, as he grew older, his face became more dazzling day by day.As Senior Sister Zhao said, he is always the most conspicuous in the crowd.

[Shaohan is naturally good-looking, there must be many girls who like you in the future. 】

Naturally good color is an advantage?

But the person he likes didn't look at him more because of this good color, let alone like him.Today, this perfect picture of good color doesn't exist anymore.

Fang Shaohan looked in the mirror and saw the conspicuous scar on his forehead that almost reached the corner of his eye, and he didn't know how to smile.He put the hair on the right side down, probably next to his face, trying to cover the scar.However, he looked in the mirror and thought of something, sighed and said:

"never mind."

Then he tied up the hair on the right side neatly again, no longer covering the scar on his face.Anyway, he is a man, so there is no need to care about his appearance that much.

The author has something to say:

Let me briefly tell you about Ayin's experience.

She was killed by Tang Wuye within a few days of passing through. She didn't meet the Taoist priest, and then Tang Wuye buried her. She crawled out of the soil and went to Yangzhou. She met Master Xiu and was injured by sword energy. The chaotic buff failed on the way to Wanhua and died again.After surviving sickly, he went to the city to buy medicine, met the second young master, and was ridiculed.After being rescued from the Five Poisons, he completely went astray and learned something from Wu Menggui without telling Marceau and Joey.Master Xiu was the first to be murdered.

I talked about these things in the group today, and I will sort them out tomorrow and talk about them in a little detail.

Anyway, she can describe it in one sentence: This world has never been gentle.