Chapter 4617
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Zhuang Qingyun leaned over and picked up the silver hairpin falling from the ground. He felt a strange fragrance coming to his nose. He handed the silver hairpin to the witch doctor standing behind him, covered his nose and asked, "what's the smell?"
"Overpowering drugs can make people hallucinate, but also make men..." The witch doctor stammered: "at first I thought it was the flower fragrance on the woman. If men smell more, they will be dry and hot all over..."
Zhuang Qingyun carried his hands behind his back. He felt disgusted and dirty. He couldn't bear to say, "this thing belongs to the saint, so it belongs to the saint.
Also, if the saint accidentally kills herself, she will take your dog's head for burial. "
The witch doctor was too frightened to speak, but Zhuang Qingyun didn't stop: "call people out and check them one by one. I don't want to know who contacted her, who was bewitched by her, and who released her..."
......
Qin Wuyan hurried back to the bedroom. The cold wind blew his face all the way and pressed down the dryness and heat in his body. But when he arrived in the bedroom, the charcoal basin was burning vigorously, and his blood began to boil uncontrollably.
Qin Wuyan smelled the strange smell in his breath. He just felt dirty and the smell of blood was faint.
Qin Wuyan hurried to the ear chamber, took off his clothes, soaked himself in ice water, looked at the white Chinese clothes floating on the water, his shoulder was pierced, and it was stained with a palm sized blood mark.
Qin Wuyan gently rubbed the clothes in the ice water and tried to wash them clean, but although he had been careful, the suture at the sleeve and shoulder was still in the trend of strength, and the line broke and broke a big hole.
This is the last set of Chinese clothes Zhuang Xiaoyu sewed for him before his death. The white cotton material has been washed yellow by him. The material is excellent, but the stitches are rough and the workmanship is not at all fine. At first glance, it can be seen that the woman who sewed this dress is not good at using stitches
Qin Wuyan looked at the sleeve he had accidentally torn off, full of frustration and chagrin.
When the heat in his body dissipated, Qin Wuyan came out of the water, dried his body and washed the blood off his clothes. Then he returned to the bedroom, put his Chinese clothes on the shelf of the brazier and smoked and dried the water.
Naked, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets looking for the clothes Zhuang Xiaoyu had arranged for him, but he only saw the semi-finished Chinese clothes in the bamboo basket at the bottom of the cabinet.
Qin Wuyan looked at the rags that hadn't been sewn well, and couldn't help feeling sad: since she had a share with him, she didn't even bother to make a dress for him.
For such a long time, he didn't even finish a suit of lining for him.
Qin Wuyan sat under the lamp, picked up the needle and thread, put the needle and thread on the semi-finished Chinese clothes, sewed the remaining half and put it on his body carefully, and then returned to the bed.
Zhuang Xiaoyu, as usual, lay on the inner side of the bed, looking calm and indifferent.
The candle flickered and the shadow of the lamp was dim.
Qin Wuyan lay on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side and stroked Zhuang Xiaoyu's cold cheek with his smooth finger belly soaked in the potion. He couldn't help holding her in his arms and sighed heavily: "Xiao Yu, don't regenerate my anger. Will you respond to me?
As long as you wake up and respond to me, even if you let me be a cow and a horse, I will be happy.
Don't ignore me, will you? "
The man's voice had a little more nasal sound, and his voice became more and more low and deep: "Xiao Yu, how long will you torture me like this? I'm afraid I won't be able to support it."
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Zhuang Qingyun leaned over and picked up the silver hairpin falling from the ground. He felt a strange fragrance coming to his nose. He handed the silver hairpin to the witch doctor standing behind him, covered his nose and asked, "what's the smell?"
"Overpowering drugs can make people hallucinate, but also make men..." The witch doctor stammered: "at first I thought it was the flower fragrance on the woman. If men smell more, they will be dry and hot all over..."
Zhuang Qingyun carried his hands behind his back. He felt disgusted and dirty. He couldn't bear to say, "this thing belongs to the saint, so it belongs to the saint.
Also, if the saint accidentally kills herself, she will take your dog's head for burial. "
The witch doctor was too frightened to speak, but Zhuang Qingyun didn't stop: "call people out and check them one by one. I don't want to know who contacted her, who was bewitched by her, and who released her..."
......
Qin Wuyan hurried back to the bedroom. The cold wind blew his face all the way and pressed down the dryness and heat in his body. But when he arrived in the bedroom, the charcoal basin was burning vigorously, and his blood began to boil uncontrollably.
Qin Wuyan smelled the strange smell in his breath. He just felt dirty and the smell of blood was faint.
Qin Wuyan hurried to the ear chamber, took off his clothes, soaked himself in ice water, looked at the white Chinese clothes floating on the water, his shoulder was pierced, and it was stained with a palm sized blood mark.
Qin Wuyan gently rubbed the clothes in the ice water and tried to wash them clean, but although he had been careful, the suture at the sleeve and shoulder was still in the trend of strength, and the line broke and broke a big hole.
This is the last set of Chinese clothes Zhuang Xiaoyu sewed for him before his death. The white cotton material has been washed yellow by him. The material is excellent, but the stitches are rough and the workmanship is not at all fine. At first glance, it can be seen that the woman who sewed this dress is not good at using stitches
Qin Wuyan looked at the sleeve he had accidentally torn off, full of frustration and chagrin.
When the heat in his body dissipated, Qin Wuyan came out of the water, dried his body and washed the blood off his clothes. Then he returned to the bedroom, put his Chinese clothes on the shelf of the brazier and smoked and dried the water.
Naked, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets looking for the clothes Zhuang Xiaoyu had arranged for him, but he only saw the semi-finished Chinese clothes in the bamboo basket at the bottom of the cabinet.
Qin Wuyan looked at the rags that hadn't been sewn well, and couldn't help feeling sad: since she had a share with him, she didn't even bother to make a dress for him.
For such a long time, he didn't even finish a suit of lining for him.
Qin Wuyan sat under the lamp, picked up the needle and thread, put the needle and thread on the semi-finished Chinese clothes, sewed the remaining half and put it on his body carefully, and then returned to the bed.
Zhuang Xiaoyu, as usual, lay on the inner side of the bed, looking calm and indifferent.
The candle flickered and the shadow of the lamp was dim.
Qin Wuyan lay on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side and stroked Zhuang Xiaoyu's cold cheek with his smooth finger belly soaked in the potion. He couldn't help holding her in his arms and sighed heavily: "Xiao Yu, don't regenerate my anger. Will you respond to me?
As long as you wake up and respond to me, even if you let me be a cow and a horse, I will be happy.
Don't ignore me, will you? "
The man's voice had a little more nasal sound, and his voice became more and more low and deep: "Xiao Yu, how long will you torture me like this? I'm afraid I won't be able to support it."
Zhuang Qingyun leaned over and picked up the silver hairpin falling from the ground. He felt a strange fragrance coming to his nose. He handed the silver hairpin to the witch doctor standing behind him, covered his nose and asked, "what's the smell?""Overpowering drugs can make people hallucinate, but also make men..." The witch doctor stammered: "at first I thought it was the flower fragrance on the woman. If men smell more, they will be dry and hot all over..."Zhuang Qingyun carried his hands behind his back. He felt disgusted and dirty. He couldn't bear to say, "this thing belongs to the saint, so it belongs to the saint.Also, if the saint accidentally kills herself, she will take your dog's head for burial. "The witch doctor was too frightened to speak, but Zhuang Qingyun didn't stop: "call people out and check them one by one. I don't want to know who contacted her, who was bewitched by her, and who released her..."......Qin Wuyan hurried back to the bedroom. The cold wind blew his face all the way and pressed down the dryness and heat in his body. But when he arrived in the bedroom, the charcoal basin was burning vigorously, and his blood began to boil uncontrollably.Qin Wuyan smelled the strange smell in his breath. He just felt dirty and the smell of blood was faint.Qin Wuyan hurried to the ear chamber, took off his clothes, soaked himself in ice water, looked at the white Chinese clothes floating on the water, his shoulder was pierced, and it was stained with a palm sized blood mark.Qin Wuyan gently rubbed the clothes in the ice water and tried to wash them clean, but although he had been careful, the suture at the sleeve and shoulder was still in the trend of strength, and the line broke and broke a big hole.This is the last set of Chinese clothes Zhuang Xiaoyu sewed for him before his death. The white cotton material has been washed yellow by him. The material is excellent, but the stitches are rough and the workmanship is not at all fine. At first glance, it can be seen that the woman who sewed this dress is not good at using stitchesQin Wuyan looked at the sleeve he had accidentally torn off, full of frustration and chagrin.When the heat in his body dissipated, Qin Wuyan came out of the water, dried his body and washed the blood off his clothes. Then he returned to the bedroom, put his Chinese clothes on the shelf of the brazier and smoked and dried the water.Naked, he rummaged through the boxes and cabinets looking for the clothes Zhuang Xiaoyu had arranged for him, but he only saw the semi-finished Chinese clothes in the bamboo basket at the bottom of the cabinet.Qin Wuyan looked at the rags that hadn't been sewn well, and couldn't help feeling sad: since she had a share with him, she didn't even bother to make a dress for him.For such a long time, he didn't even finish a suit of lining for him.Qin Wuyan sat under the lamp, picked up the needle and thread, put the needle and thread on the semi-finished Chinese clothes, sewed the remaining half and put it on his body carefully, and then returned to the bed.Zhuang Xiaoyu, as usual, lay on the inner side of the bed, looking calm and indifferent.The candle flickered and the shadow of the lamp was dim.Qin Wuyan lay on Zhuang Xiaoyu's side and stroked Zhuang Xiaoyu's cold cheek with his smooth finger belly soaked in the potion. He couldn't help holding her in his arms and sighed heavily: "Xiao Yu, don't regenerate my anger. Will you respond to me?As long as you wake up and respond to me, even if you let me be a cow and a horse, I will be happy.Don't ignore me, will you? "The man's voice had a little more nasal sound, and his voice became more and more low and deep: "Xiao Yu, how long will you torture me like this? I'm afraid I won't be able to support it."
