Chapter 784 Returning from the Death, Scattered Flowers (69)

From the expression on Wen Xien's face, he had probably guessed who she saw.

Wen Xien did not have this expression when he saw Guo Zhenfei. If you insist on describing Wen Xien's expression at this moment, it would be shameful.

As if she was embarrassed to see Guo Zhenfei, although she insisted that she was just an annoying person, what she revealed was nothing but two things.

The ink painting is filled with emotion, and the face is pink and red.

It makes people feel excited when they look at it.

But Wen Xien's current expression is for other men.

An extremely irritable and strong aura appeared in his heart, eroding his heart, but the more angry he became, the more indifferent the child became on the surface, and did not let the evil aura come out.

He stared at Wen Xien, who was flipping through poetry and books, his eyes were soft and watery. The child's voice was not very good, and he felt a sense of silence and coldness.

"Since I don't want to see you, don't see you again in the future."

The child seemed to really think that Wen Xien just simply didn't want to see that person.

Wen Xien casually flipped through the books in her hand, lowered her eyelashes slightly, covering the emotions in her eyes, but the light-colored lips seemed to be bent, as if they were laughing, as if they were sighing again.

Her voice was leisurely, as if helpless: "How can it be that simple?"

Miao Hua doesn't understand.

Does Wen Xien like that man or not?

If she likes it, she is not as close as a lover. If she doesn't like it, she is not so repulsive to the intimate behavior of a man.

Miao Hua, who doesn't understand the world of the world, doesn't know that this is the beginning of liking someone. Wen Xien gradually got used to that man, but he can't let go of the person in his heart.

Although I don’t understand it very well, Miao Hua looked at it very annoyingly, and the strong manic aura was accumulated and burning inside the internal organs like a raging fire.

The child stepped forward and held Wen Xien's hand holding the book, his eyes were dull and dull. He seemed to be confused and asked directly: "Did you fall in love with someone else?"

I don’t know why, but just a guess made Miao Hua panic for no reason. He seemed to want to prove something, and without waiting for Wen Xien to speak, he said anxiously again: “Don’t you have someone you like?”

This made Miao Hua calm down a little. He knew that Wen Xien liked him. How could Wen Xien change his mind so easily? Moreover, that rural wild man could not compare with him at all, and there was no comparison at all.

He comforted himself like this, and the panic subsided a little.

But after waiting for him for a while, and before he could get the answer, his heart tightened. He unconsciously grabbed Wen Xien's cold hands and saw Wen Xien's pursed lips, the depression between his eyebrows deepened.

He doesn't understand, is this question difficult to answer?

Do you still need to choose this?

In fact, Wen Xien himself was also thinking about this problem. In fact, if he always liked someone alone, he was actually very tired, not to mention that this kind of thinking was shameful before.

If others know about falling in love with your master, I am afraid that the fate will be miserable now. The most taboo thing in the world of cultivation is the love of master and apprentice.

Wen Xien doesn't like life now. She also misses the past, misses everything in the past, and misses the past with its high spirits, but in the end it becomes the past.

When dealing with Miao Hua, Wen Xien's obsession is no longer as heavy as before. Maybe he already knows that he has no hope, maybe he is really disappointed, maybe he knows that he is not worthy of now, so he is not as thoughtful as before.

The long silence immediately raised Miao Hua's heart that had been slightly relieved.

Wen Xien finally raised her eyes. Her black eyes were clear, and there seemed to be countless affections hidden inside, which were slowly dissipating.

Her eyebrows and eyes were elegant and calm. When she slightly glanced, she seemed to contain endless sorrow. Her eyes clearly reflected his appearance. This person was like the cleanest and purest clear stream in the world, and could not tolerate a trace of dirty colors.

"It will change if you like it."

She whispered softly, as if she was talking to herself, as if she was telling herself.

Miao Hua's pupils trembled slightly, and even his hands trembled.

The child's throat was particularly awkward and he spoke very hard.

"Then..." The child stared at Wen Xien in front of him with red eyes, and his eyes were extremely disbelief and helpless. His voice was very soft, "Then have you changed your mind?"

Wen Xien chuckled, as if he thought the child said something funny, and Miao Hua felt that her smile was particularly dazzling.

Don't laugh!

Don't laugh like this!

It was like laughing at him like this. The feeling of being late made Miao Hua feel shocked.

Wen Xien smiled and the yellowed pages fell down bloody flowers, like plum blossoms dotted.

Miao Hua's pupils tightened, and he stared blankly at the blood on the corner of Wen Xien's mouth, and he was stunned.

"Wen Xien..."

He screamed unconsciously.

Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and Wen Xien lowered her head and saw the red color. She was stunned. She reached out to touch the corner of her mouth and reached in front of her eyes to take a look.

It's blood.

The pain of the cleft bones floated up, her body arched and she gasped gently.

The pain came in a surging and inexplicable way. She wiped it for a while, but she didn't expect that the more she wiped it, the more she stained the pages, leaving behind one after another.

Wen Xien's originally rosy face suddenly became pale and transparent again, her eyes began to turn black and her vision became blurred. She opened her mouth to speak, but she spit out a breath of blood, as if the whole world had turned red.

It seemed like I heard someone calling her name heart-wrenchingly.

Her breathing was filled with a strong smell of blood. With the severe pain, Wen Xien's body could not accept it at all and fainted directly.

Miao Hua was still stained with a drop of blood, as if blood and tears were flowing from his eyes.

He stretched out his trembling hands and hugged Wen Xien. At this moment, Miao Hua's whole body was cold. Except for the coldness and despair, his mind was completely blank.

Miao Hua's eyes were red and stared at Wen Xien's pale face as if it was absent, and it made a choking sound from his throat.

"Wen Xien..."

"Wen Xien..."

He just called this person by his name as if he was crazy. He had never been so helpless and panic.

He thought he should have run out to call the doctor now, but he was afraid. When he found the doctor back, he was already a cold body.

He dared not leave.

The child's eyes were covered with bloodshot, and a sharp and tide-like pain surged from the heart that was shattered. He could only call Wen Xien's name from this extreme pain.

(End of this chapter)
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