Dressed As a Waste of Marrying a Villain - Chapter 108

“It’s just that, I believe what you said, but many disciples will not, and outsiders will not believe it. This means that you two will not be able to appear in front of people in the future. You can think about it.”

Her white eyelashes trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes to look at Luo Jinxiao, her eyes deep.

Luo was also stern tonight, nodded and said: “That’s natural. We have already planned to go to the heavens and never see the world.”

She ran to Qu Weiyin in a few steps and smiled with her: “We are coming back this time, just want to say goodbye to you all.”

“Never come back?” The sect master frowned unchecked.

“Also, it can be considered as a place to stay.” She closed her expression and said again.

Suddenly there was a muffled thunder in the sky. I don’t know when the sky was still clear, and it was already covered with a layer of haze.

The people in the hall looked up at the gate almost at the same time, and several eavesdropping disciples had already ran away with their heads in their hands.

“The sun has been hot today, why is it raining suddenly?” Lu Fanzhi looked out the door and was frightened back by the lightning that split the sky.

“This year has been drought, and there has never been heavy rain.” Miying said, and then hurriedly went to La Luo Ning, “What are you doing?”

Luo Ning ran out and looked up at the sky. The big raindrops hit the ground, splashing water.

She looked back at Luo Jinxiao, her eyes solemn and unclear.

“Since the astronomical phenomenon has changed, let’s go away. Tonight, you and Qu Weiyin will stay for one night. You don’t have to leave in the rain. It must be so heavy rain, and no one will bother you.”

Luo thought for a while tonight, and agreed.

The rain is not only heavy, but also long. It has been falling for a whole day, and the sky is dark, but the rain still does not decrease, like the sky split in half, pouring down.

Luo Ning didn’t move from the beginning of the heavy rain to the evening. She stood alone under the high eaves of the Palace of No Regrets, looking up.

The body was trembling slightly.

The world in front of me seemed to be plunged into the sea, and there was water everywhere, vast and mighty, the world was connected by the rain, as if it were about to be destroyed by heavy rain.

Miying never left, she had been standing in the dark, watching quietly, her eyes kept constant.

After an unknown period of time, Luo Ning stretched out his hand to support the door frame and lowered his head. At the same time, another bolt of lightning fell, slashing straight to the ground. Seeing the warbler, he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her away.

“What the **** are you looking at?” She said irritably, “Want to be struck by lightning?”

Luo Ning didn’t quarrel with her, her body seemed to be a little swayed, her eyes closed slightly, and after she opened it again, her clear and delicate eyes were filled with tears.

Tired suddenly panicked, and didn’t dare to speak harshly anymore, scratching his head in anxious manner.

“What the **** is going on, don’t cry, you tell me, I will help you.”

“You can’t help me.” Luo Ning shook his head slightly.

“Everything is the same as before, I can only watch the world fall.”

Watching the people around me die one by one, the days of waiting lonely in time, it is hard to come back again.

“Isn’t it raining, why did you react so much?” Miying couldn’t figure it out.

“This is not rain.” Luo Ning shook his head, with sorrow hidden in his eyes, “It’s catastrophe.”

Lightning struck down, and the Hanyun Pavilion on the cliff looked very precarious in the pouring rain.

Luo tightened the window tonight to prevent rainwater from leaking into the house, then trot a few steps, sitting cross-legged at the table, holding his chin and looking at Qu Weiyin.

Qu Weiyin was lighting an oil lamp, reading under the dim flame.

“Sit there and do something, come here.” She looked dissatisfied, and patted her palm beside her.

Luo Jinxiao smiled: “face to face, I can see you clearly.”

“Come here.” Qu Weiyin said again, with a trace of anger in his face.

Luo didn’t dare to defy tonight, walked around a few steps and sat down beside her.

Qu Weiyin put down the book naturally, hugged Luo Jinxiao’s waist with both hands, leaned down, leaned his head on her shoulders, Fengmu was printed with dots of broken stars by the flames, and looked towards the window.

“Why is the rain getting heavier and heavier.” She said.

Luo Jinxiao felt the body next to her, and put her face on her smooth and fragrant hair, and rubbed it lightly: “I don’t know, it must be God crying.”

Qu Weiyin gave a chuckle, shook his head and secretly said to be childish.

In this kind of destruction-like weather, it is very reassuring to have people around and feel the warmth.

This kind of feeling is indescribable, only a light sigh, and then bury the body in the arms of the lover, let the satisfaction flow.

“Weiyin.” Luo suddenly said tonight.

Qu Weiyin looked up at her and said, “Why call me that again.”

The fire light added a layer of fuzzy soft yellow to the woman, no longer beautiful and aggressive, but surprisingly gentle, red lips slightly curled up, soft green onion fingers rubbing Luo Jinxiao’s face.

Luo Jinxiao’s nose suddenly felt sour, she turned her head, sniffed, and then turned around and hugged her tightly.

“What’s the matter?” Qu Weiyin seemed to have noticed that something was wrong with Luo Tonight, a trace of surprise crossed her eyes, and she stretched out her hand to slowly pat her back.

“Good.” She whispered, her body swaying slightly, like coaxing a child.

Perhaps it was the blessing of the atmosphere, Luo Jinxiao could not hear the usual indifference in her tone, full of tenderness and affection with concern.

“Little uncle.” Luo said again tonight, rubbing her nose against Qu Weiyin’s shoulder, “I am very thankful that I can meet you.”

“Even if it’s not good, are you lucky?” Qu Weiyin smiled lightly.

Luo nodded desperately tonight.

“Me too.” Qu Weiyin said, “If there is a next life, I will still protect you and prevent all disasters for you.”

“If it is destined not to be able to, I will wait for you at the Naihe Bridge. No matter how many ghosts come to pull it, I will not walk on the bridge.”

She joked.

Luo Jinxiao forced her tears back, she grinned and smiled deeply.

“Well, there are so many unpleasant things to say today. I’m still waiting for you to take me back to the heavens and see how splendid your abode is.” Qu Weiyin held her shoulders and lowered her head to the corner of her eyes. Peck kiss.

Luo closed his eyes tonight and felt the heat she exhaled.

The two of them held each other for a while, Qu Weiyin was obviously sleepy, she helped the table to get up and walked into the house.

Luo caught up a few steps tonight, put her arms around her waist, and put her chin on her shoulders.

“What are you doing? I’m going to sleep, I’ll say something tomorrow.” Qu Weiyin helplessly reached out and patted her forehead.

“No.” Luo muttered tonight, holding his arms tighter.

“Then what are you going to do?” Qu Weiyin tried to turn his face to look at her.

“I’ll take you to sleep, OK.” Luo shook his head gently tonight.

“It’s not that I don’t have long legs. What’s more, this is the door of no regrets, what kind of words.” Qu Weiyin pursed his mouth and shook his head, as if there was water in his eyes.

“Then I won’t let it go.” Luo simply cheated tonight.

Qu Weiyin sighed, took the initiative to turn around, stretched his arms on her shoulders, raised his chin slightly, and said in a petting voice: “Finally, it’s up to you. Anyway, it’s not me who is tired.”

With permission tonight, Luo suddenly bends over, wraps her shoulders with one hand, and supports her knees with the other. With a slight lift, Qu Weiyin’s slender and soft body traverses, and the skirt slid down his arms and spilled on the ground.

Luo walked slowly tonight, wanting to feel this kind of solid feeling a lot.

Qu Weiyin didn’t speak either, she closed her eyes, leaned her head on Luo Jinxiao’s chest, and listened to her vivid heartbeat.

One, two…

Luo leaned over tonight, as if holding a treasure, carefully laying on the cloud-like bed.

Qu Weiyin never opened his eyes, as if he was asleep, quietly, Luo looked silently for a while tonight, then suddenly got up and disappeared beside the bed.

The heavy rain poured down the flowers of the trees, the petals were knocked down to the ground, and the flowers were muddy, but it was the mountain that made the owner’s small bamboo house not flooded.

Luo appeared at the door tonight, covered in water, and knocked on the courtyard door.

The door opened, and the door owner appeared in front of her without dust. Seeing that it was her, he hurriedly pulled her in, helped slapping the rain on her body, and dragged her through the yard.

Entering the bamboo house, the inside was very dry. Weiying was sitting at the table side by side with Luo Ning. Seeing her, they stood up.

“Sister.” Luo Ning said with a cry.

“Let’s talk about it later, why don’t you have to avoid the water trick?” With a little worry, the sect master muttered something silently, and Luo dried up from head to toe tonight.

Luo pulled away some messy forehead hair tonight, and grinned at her: “I want to feel the feeling of rain.”

She seemed to understand that day suddenly, and Qu Weiyin said that only by getting in the rain can you feel the taste of being alive.

The doormaster’s movements paused slightly, then pointed to the chair and motioned for her to sit down.

She waved her white sleeves, and there was a cup of tea on the table.

“Luo Ning told me everything.” The sect master said, her expression dignified, her white hair draped behind her back.

“Speaking well, then I don’t have to say it anymore, saving energy.” Luo smiled tonight and took a sip of tea.

She raised her head and said in amazement: “Why do you all look at me with this kind of eyes?”

“Sister, you don’t want to…” Luo Ning half-said, then rushed forward a few steps and held her arm.

“No, sister.” She choked.

Luo squeezed her slippery hand tightly tonight, gently touched her hair, and then waved at Weiying: “My sister has always been lonely, and I am afraid I will ask you in the future.”

“I will naturally take care of Luo Ning, but what nonsense are you talking about?” Weiying angrily asked, and she stepped forward, “Isn’t it just a catastrophe, you will die together.”

Luo Jinxiao raised her eyebrows slightly, and said slyly: “But Luo Ning can go back to before the catastrophe.”

Yiying immediately turned around, grabbed Luo Ning’s hand, and said pitifully, “Can you take me?”

“Get out of here.” Luo Ning sobbed, shaking her away, and whispered.

“Alright.” Luo took a joke tonight, “How did God Father tell you before he died?”

“He said, I want me to find your soul to prevent the greater catastrophe after the destruction of the Protoss.” She lowered her head, biting out the blood on her pink lips, “I also predicted that this matter must be yours.”

Luo Jinxiao snorted when he heard the words, and nodded: “It seems that we all understood it wrong. It turns out that asking me to stop the catastrophe is not to stop the war between immortals and demons.”

“But only I can fill the sky with divine power.”