"You read this, right?"
Mu Xiaohuan picked up the script, flipped to a page at random, and asked Gu Xi to read it to her.
The words that came out, Gu Xi would never be untrustworthy.
Scan the text on the script at a glance and read out the content.
Act Seventy-three, The Night of the Lanterns.
It was supposed to be a festive day, but it was a river of blood.
Yan Shougui personally stabbed the long sword into Qing'er's chest, and the blood stained the placket red.
The woman's slender body was shaky in the slanting wind and drizzle.
Full of bright red.
Yan Shougui seems to have finally come to his senses.
He threw down the long sword in his hand and rushed to the woman's side.
"Qing'er—" "Ahem......"
Qing'er was lying in Yan Shougui's arms, coughing weakly twice, blood overflowing from the corners of her lips.
He opened his mouth to say something.
"Qing'er, don't speak, I'll stop the bleeding for you right away."
Yan Shougui was in chaos.
I wanted to find a hemostatic medicine, but was stopped by Qing'er.
"Look no further......"
Everything is designed by Qing'er.
Take her life.
Yan Shougui's master will no longer embarrass him......
"I'm a demon girl, it's not a pity to die......"
"Qing'er—" Yan Shougui shouted hurriedly.
The woman's lips were suddenly imprinted.
With a faint smell of blood.
The voice of the gossamer sounded in my ears.
"Young Master Yan, for thousands of years, in the heart of the slave family, there is only one ...... you" When the words fell, Qing'er's hand hung down weakly.
Yan Shougui hugged Qing'er's corpse and did not move for a long time.
Suddenly, it seemed to be back to the day when I met Qing'er for the first time.
He was seriously injured and took refuge in the ruined temple.
Qing'er came in a lake-colored long skirt.
Fall on him.
Coquettishly, with her fingertips, she swiped across his chest.
"Childe, the slave family is happy when they see you for the first time...... ———— "Uh......h Why did Qing'er die?
Unhappy ......"
Mu Xiaohuan didn't expect that he would draw a tragedy when he drew a scene casually.
The little heart hurts and throbs.
Grabbing Gu Xiju's sleeve, he wiped the tears on his face.
Gu Xi closed the script and rubbed Mu Xiaohuan's little head.
"Since you're not happy, then don't pay attention to this script."
"Forget about it."
"No, I can't forget it."
Mu Xiaohuan shook his head, and then stuffed the script back into Gu Xidu's hand.
"Qing'er saw Yan Shougui's words for the first time, you read it to me again."
Gu Xiju: "............"
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The script was read over and over again, but it was actually nothing.
But at this moment, if you want to deliberately pick out what Qing'er said, that feeling is very subtle.
Self-proclaimed slave?
I really can't accept it.
"Read it, read it again......
I'm uncomfortable......"
Mu Xiaohuan cried so much that she choked.
Gu Xi was helpless.
In the most emotionless tone, in a serious manner, I read what Qing'er said again.
"Childe, the slave family is happy when they see you for the first time......
"I'd like to hear it again." “…………” Gu Xiju could only read it again.
However.
Mu Xiaohuan seemed to never get tired of listening to it.
He was asked to read it over and over again. “…… Good life rejoices......"
Finally, when Gu Xi decided to finish reading it for the last time.
Mu Xiaohuan suddenly "fluttered-" and laughed.
"Gu Xiju, the way you call yourself a slave, it's so cute~" Gu Xiju: "............"
Even if he was ridiculed by Mu Xiaohuan, Gu Xijue was still able to control his emotions.
"If only you weren't upset."
"I'm not sad."
"I already knew the ending, Qing'er was resurrected."
Mu Xiaohuan suddenly reached out, followed the appearance of his son's brother, and raised the man's chin lightly.
"For the sake of you liking me so much, today I will accept you as a little goblin!"
Gu Xiju: "............"