I Only Want to Farm Chapter 2020: It’s her

The others were full of imagination and sneered, but Fang Yourong was the only one who was as calm as water, and said softly: "I believed everything you said before, and I probably won't listen to anything you say in the future. "

Jiaojiao: "!!!"

Damn it! This is the rhythm of overturning! Yuyu, please explain quickly!

Qin Yu called softly: "Sister."

Fang Yourong, who just turned around to leave, turned her head and glanced at her, Qin Yu: "Then I won't talk in the future, let me write for you, I can write well."

Fang Yourong: ""

Fifth Daoling quickly recalled someone's handwriting. As a professional user of ballpoint pen computer keyboards in modern times, Qin Yu is really not that material when it comes to calligraphy.

Let's just barely get by.

Not good.

In the past, a certain Prime Minister also secretly disliked the bright face and made fun of it.

"You seem very sure that I will always pamper you."

Fang Yourong's expression was calm.

Qin Yu reached out and landed on his face, caressing the **** flesh and blood on it, his palm was full of blood.

Fang Yourong saw Wu Daoling, and his complexion changed slightly.

Qin Yu smiled.

"You feel sorry for you."

This person can always grasp other people's weaknesses and hit the nail on the head.

Fang Yourong remained silent, but closed his eyes, as if he was extremely tired, and asked a question, feeling sad and indifferent, floating in the sky for a long time, as if she had been waiting there all this time, just for this one sentence.

"What are you doing for?"

This is probably a problem for many people.

It's just that before, either she was in a hurry to blame her, or she was suspicious and shocked, but no one dared to ask, and maybe everyone knew that Qin Yu might not know how to say it.

But if Fang Yourong asked, it might be different - even what Qingqiu said before was probably a lie.

"For what?" Qin Yu stood high in the sky, because his body was being reshaped, black light filled it, and the wind and rain continued, but he didn't look too evil, because power was always innocent, and the evil was only in people's hearts. It was Qin Yu's consistent concept.

What she thinks, she does.

"Sister, have you ever thought about turning back? For those you have lost."

Fang Yourong was stunned, a sea of ​​flames quickly flashed in his mind, and looking back, it was the woman who was obviously elegant and serious, but ended up with a kitsch smile lying under the unbearable person to have fun, a brothel and music, a purgatory on earth.

Afterwards, she passed by many streets with brilliant lights and beautiful halls, and there was no darkness in the front and back, and she could vaguely hear the woman whispering in her ear: Rong'er, don't look back in the future.

Because it will be very sad when you look back.

Her eyes were filled with astringency, and she said lightly: "The reason why people age year after year is because they understand that what is lost will never come back."

Qin Yu: "Yes, but what if those people lost you?"

Fang Yourong suddenly understood what Qin Yu meant - if her mother lost her, she would definitely not want to part with her being so sad, and would return to her side regardless.

Because when a person dies, he dies. After passing through the underworld, drinking soup, and crossing the bridge, he does not remember the past, and only those who are still alive are always in distress. It is more painful to think about it.

"You want to get back to some people, people who are important to you."

"Yes." Qin Yu smiled, his palms fell on his face, the blood on his hands was washed away by the rain, and his fingers stroked the corners of his eyes.

"Some people's roads are born with winding paths and bright lights, while some people's roads need to be paved with bones, and the gods will clear the way."

"If I want to achieve my goal, I will always let some people die."

I don't know if she is talking about the various corpses piled up below, or the people like Gu Chen.

Fang Yourong pondered for a moment, and then said softly: "It's common sense to have something to give."

Many people read her words carefully, and more or less understand the bitterness in them - if Qin Yu really has a plan, if he wants to take the life of Guchen and others to walk the way of her bones, he will have to lose something. For example, leave Wuque.

If you leave, you can't go back.

Fang Yourong knew that this was Qin Yu's home.

Actually, she didn't give up much. She always knew that this little junior sister of hers seemed gentle and kind, but in fact she was extremely proud in her heart. , it is especially easy to discard.

Because of those discarded, she can easily get them from other places in the future.

If it's not easy, it's abandoned after all.

Including Wu Que, including her Fang Yourong.

After finishing speaking, Fang Yourong smiled lightly: "It's a good thing, you finally told me the truth."

Even if it was basically a lie before.

This smile is already alienated from Duanfang.

Just like she used to treat others.

Jiaojiao's mouth moved slightly, trying to explain something for Qin Yu, but she didn't say anything in the end. He thought Qin Yu must have a plan.

Maybe I'm waiting for something

"Senior sister, there is actually one more thing I have been lying to you all along."

"I don't look like this."

Fang Yourong was stunned for a moment, and then he followed the others to see the black halo of Ascension to Immortal Dao Tribulation attached to Qin Yu's body which was being repaired ~IndoMTL.com~ The speed of repair was dozens of times faster, and the skin was repaired inch by inch .

At that moment, Fifth Dao Ling frowned slightly, glanced at Fang Yourong, and with a movement of his wrist, he threw a robe out.

Wow!

The robe was caught by the protruding white wrist, and Qin Yu put it on casually, bowing his head in the rain and tying it carefully.

Fifth Dao Ling is calm and introverted, with a hint of domineering. He likes to wear black ink. The robe is like ink and silk. It fell on her hands and on her body. The slender fingers are hooking the thin black belt and slowly fastening it, the black and white hooks are scorching, and the cool colors blend together.

After fastening, when I raised my head again, it was already a strange face covered with a thin but boundless rain curtain.

However, with just that raising of the head, everyone's cognition and thinking about Qingqiu as a person and identity were refreshed.

Even Fifth Dao Ling was stunned.

It is her, but it seems that it is not her.

In fact, there is still a bit of similarity, which is the contradiction. Qingqiu's contradiction lies in the fact that she is gentle and soft, caring and considerate on the bright side, but also fierce and decisive on the dark side.

Derived from xinxing, attacking from scheming, this is Qingqiu.

But this kind of contradiction between light and dark on Qingqiu's body is melted into the bright side by the person in front of him, only the raised eyes, the exposed face, the lonely spirit hanging in the wind and rain of the world, It fully embodies it.

Mountains and seas come in spring, flowers and moonlit nights, and winter plums and snow can be seen by the railing.

This is her gorgeous and beautiful side, and it is also the side that best suits the beauty of women in the world.

But there is another side.

When you are busy, you can go to the top of the mountain and look at the moon when you are free.

Powerful, sharp, noble, like a peerless famous sword that can be unsheathed and put in its sheath freely.

There is blood when you take it out of the sheath, but it is full of light when you put it in the sheath.

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