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Although Han Xue and Yan Keke did not suffer too much from the Xintiandi shooting because of the timely rescue, in order to avoid unforeseen accidents, after discussing with Mrs. Qingcheng, Qin Yang still invited the two of them for a week. Fake, let them stay at home and take a good rest for a while (read the full text of my zombie patron saint).Free eBook Download

Whoever loves the child, whoever loves the woman more, well, in fact, Yan Keke has nothing to do with him, but such a cute little loli, do you have the heart to see her get hurt?Even if you fall and lose your hair, it is extremely heartbreaking.

Look, in his heart, Qin Yang is still a man with five emphases and four beauties.

Han Xue has no objection to Qin Yang's arrangement. To her, it doesn't matter whether she goes to class or not. If she wants, a set of economic views summed up by herself over the past few years is enough to teach her economics. The teacher who learned from the school gave a lively lesson.

As for Yan Keke, it doesn't matter, she has never been a good student, she is eager to have a holiday, preferably six days a week, no, it should be 360 ​​five days a year, every day is good, so she can have time to sleep every day It's snack time.

Han Xue and Yan Keke don't need to go to school, and Qin Yang won't even go to school. He woke up naturally after sleeping. After eating breakfast and lunch together, he played games with Han Xue and Yan Keke for a while, and Qin Yang went into his own Room.

He carefully took out the crouching Buddha from under the bed, wiped off the dust on the Buddha, and looked at it seriously.

If it is said that Qin Yang felt that this Fumo Buddha was a bit strange because of some mysterious induction, after realizing the importance that the Living Buddha attached to this Fumo Buddha, Qin Yang knew almost without a doubt that this Fumo Buddha Buddha, definitely has a great background.

Qin Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, and with one finger, he gently rubbed upwards from the bottom of Fu Mo Buddha's feet. His movements were very slow, and he was so careful that he didn't miss any detail.

Suddenly, Qin Yang opened his eyes in surprise.

There seems to be something wrong where the fingers have touched.

It must be known that after obtaining this Fumo Buddha, Qin Yang had carefully observed and played with it, and knew every tiny detail of the Buddha like the back of his hand.

His fingers quickly moved away, and when he looked down, he saw that the lotus flower with Buddha Heart had opened another petal... This nine-petal lotus flower has nine petals in total, and each petal is very different. Therefore, this blooming petal is extremely easy to identify, and it can be seen at a glance.

Before that, this heart lotus bloomed with four petals, but now, it has five petals... No, not five petals, but four and a half petals.

It is indeed four and a half petals, because one of the petals has only half bloomed, maintaining a posture that is about to bloom, as if trying to break free from some invisible shackles, but I don't know what the reason is. , not fully bloomed.

Qin Yang was stunned, what's going on?

Even though the living Buddha called this Fumo Buddha a sacred object of Buddhism, it is a dead object after all, it is just a model made of pure gold, without thoughts and emotions, and the lifelike carved heart lotus is not a real one. The lotus flower is just a shape.

However, this lotus blossomed slowly as if it had been moistened by spring dew.

Is there anything weirder than this in this world?

Qin Yang was in a trance for a while, thinking that he had read it wrong, his eyes widened, and he read it over and over again with great effort - he was not wrong.

Then, it wasn't him who was wrong, but this Fu Mo Buddha.

But, what happened to this Fumo Buddha?

Could it be that this Fu Mo Buddha is alive?

Thinking of it this way, Qin Yang was startled, and almost threw the thing away from his hands. After thinking wildly for a while, Qin Yang still couldn't find any clues, and he stared at the heart lotus again carefully. Several times, took a few breaths, slowly closed the eyes, urged the whole body to enter a state of meditation, trying to resonate with this Buddha with my own consciousness.

Five minutes later, Qin Yang opened his eyes. Except for the strange feeling he had when An Yiqing took out the Buddha for the first time, there was almost no such mysterious feeling after that. .This time, no surprise.

Qin Yang sighed with regret, but he didn't intend to give up completely. He took Fumo Buddha, opened the door and walked towards Villa No. [-]... It was Mrs. Qingcheng who discovered Xinlian's secret at the beginning. She can also see something, Qin Yang thought in his heart.

Villa No. 5 and Villa No. [-] were very close to each other, and it took about [-] minutes to arrive. Qin Yang pushed open the door of the yard and entered, and subconsciously stopped.

Behind a pot of rose flowers, there is a soft couch. On the couch, Mrs. Qingcheng is lying on her side, her eyes are tightly closed, her breathing is even, she seems to be sleeping extremely sweetly.

Perhaps it was because of her rest, Madam Qingcheng was dressed very casually. She was wearing a black nightgown. The exposed parts that should not be exposed are tightly wrapped, so that even if you want to spy, you can't see more graceful scenery.

But Mrs. Qingcheng itself is an indescribable scenery.

Her skin is like fresh snow, her hair is like silk, her lips are like peaches, and her eyebrows are like spring willows... Delicate, dignified, elegant, and holy—yes, don't doubt that this is the author's intention to make up the number of words, even if it is the most beautiful thing in the world. The adjectives placed on her are not enough to fully describe her characteristics (the latest chapter of the little man's unofficial history).

Because she is lying on her side, Mrs. Qingcheng's figure is naturally exposed, exposed to the spring light, exposed to the spring wind, and the wind occasionally blows her hair mischievously, and the three thousand blue hairs are slowly flying in the wind, like A quietly blooming ink lotus.

This is a woman who can never be seen through. Apart from her beauty, there is also her age. From the appearance, Mrs. Qingcheng looks like a double ten girl, but from her familiar body and sleeping style, It's like a young woman in thirty.

The reason why we say thirty instead of forty is because this age limit is already the limit that Qin Yang can imagine. If we add another one or two years, it will be a blasphemy to Mrs. Qingcheng.

Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Qin Yang didn't dare to take another step. He even restrained his breathing a lot, lest he accidentally disturb Mrs. Qingcheng's sleep...Because of his relationship with Yan Keke, Qin Yang was fortunate to have seen many faces of Mrs. Qingcheng , I’ve seen her make tea, cook, go to the bathroom...the last one I thought Qin Yang didn’t see, because he really didn’t see anything, but after spending so long with Mrs. Qingcheng, he had never seen her Mrs. Qingcheng's sleeping side.

As the saying goes, whether you are beautiful or not depends on a woman's legs, and as the saying goes, a real beauty is still a beauty when she is asleep.

People are more delicate than flowers, and as beautiful as spring peaches.

There is no doubt that Mrs. Qingcheng is such a beauty.

"It's so fucking good-looking." Qin Yang couldn't help but swear in his heart.

Mrs. Qingcheng didn't seem to notice that someone came in, she lay motionless on the soft couch, she was sleeping, Qin Yang didn't want to disturb her, so she couldn't help but glanced at it again and again, and finally decided to leave.

Unexpectedly, he just turned around when he heard Madam Qingcheng's voice: "Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

Qin Yang smiled wryly, and said, "I'm worried about disturbing your rest."

"I've already interrupted (Mai Feng Yuan's latest chapter)." Mrs. Qing Cheng said.

Qin Yang wanted to die immediately, but he was just being kind and polite. Couldn't this woman just say no to bother?As long as it is you, there is no interruption or non-disturbance.If you have to put someone's face on the ground and step on it a few times, isn't it a pleasure to do so?

Mrs. Qingcheng sat up slowly from the soft couch while she was talking. Qin Yang approached and said, "Sister Qingcheng, I found a small problem, and I can't figure out what's going on."

"What's the problem?" Mrs. Qingcheng asked.

Qin Yang handed over the Fumo Buddha in his hand, and Mrs. Qingcheng took it, and the two's fingers split apart as soon as they touched, giving Qin Yang a tingling sensation like an electric shock, which made Qin Yang's heart skip a beat, and he lowered his head subconsciously.

When I lowered my head, I saw Mrs. Qingcheng's almost white to transparent pink feet. The toes were pink and tender, like peach blossoms in early spring, flawless, and looked like a piece of crystal nephrite, which made people feel I really want to hold it in my hand and play with it up and down.

This kind of thought is really too sinful, how dare Qin Yang look more, lest he really can't control himself and do something wrong, he hastily raised his head, and found that he didn't know where to put his eyes.

Fortunately, Mrs. Qingcheng didn't notice his strangeness, she took Fumo Buddha and looked carefully, after a while, Mrs. Qingcheng let out a cry of surprise.

Qin Yang looked at Mrs. Qingcheng and said, "Did Miss Qingcheng also find out?"

"Lotus petals." Mrs. Qingcheng said thoughtfully.

"That's right, that's it, but I don't understand why it's like this." Qin Yang said.

"I don't understand either." Mrs. Qingcheng looked at the heart lotus, she was a little distracted, and said after a while: "But it's better to have changes than nothing."

"Maybe this is not a good change." Qin Yang said (urban destroyer txt download).

"Why do you say that?" Mrs. Qingcheng said with a little surprise.

"I don't know." Qin Yang spread his hands and said, "It's just a suspicion. After all, we don't know what's going on."

"For unknown things, it's always good to be vigilant, but don't worry too much," Mrs. Qingcheng said.

Qin Yang saw Mrs. Qingcheng's eyes flicker when she said this, and felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, and opened his mouth to speak, when the phone rang.

Qin Yang smiled apologetically, took out his phone and walked away a little before answering the call.

The call was from Luo Mingchi, and as soon as it was connected, Luo Mingchi's voice came through the microphone: "Qin Yang, come to the Central Hospital as soon as possible."

"What happened?" Qin Yang asked suspiciously.

"An accident happened to Yanyan." Luo Mingchi said seriously.

"Shi Yanyan?" Qin Yang's face changed in an uproar, and he chased after him and asked, "What happened to her? She was injured."

"Dead." After a long time, Luo Mingchi's voice came.

"Dead?" Qin Yang thought he had heard it wrong, but when he heard Luo Mingchi's sigh, his head was like being hit with a hammer, and he went into a commotion.

"As a friend, you come to see her for the last time." After the words fell, the call was cut off.

Qin Yang held the phone in a daze for a while, all kinds of emotions came to his mind, Shi Yanyan is dead?How could she die?Regardless of saying hello to Mrs. Qingcheng, Qin Yang rushed outside in one stride.

Mrs. Qingcheng looked at Qin Yang's back, and then at the crouching Buddha in her hand, and said softly: "What should have happened, still happened."