The Myth Of Confucianism And Taoism Is The Holy

Chapter 358 If you can go out, how about marrying me? !

“Are you comforting me…?”

Qing Yao smiled lightly when he heard something extraordinary, but her smile barely made her face pale.

“We can definitely go out!”

Looking at Qing Yao earnestly, walking in extraordinary eyes, full of firmness, he said word by word, with a loud tone.

I can’t tell anyone about Jiuqiao’s Sacred Heart, even Qingyao can’t, so Bu Feihua can’t explain to Qingyao too much, but he knows that, no matter what, he will definitely take Qingyao out. !

“You are so kind, you still comfort me at this time.”

Qing Yao slowly shook her head, some of her face looked like ashes, and she said weakly, “Unfortunately, my life will not be long.”

As she spoke, Qing Yao’s expression dimmed a little, she only felt a little cold in her body, and she couldn’t help but curl up slightly.

She retracted her gaze looking at the sky above Necropolis. Under this desperate situation, knowing that she could not live, the emotion and pain that had been suppressed in her heart finally broke out completely.

“You… must really want to know, why on earth did I suddenly do this?”

Qing Yao spoke quietly, Bu Feihua has been comforting and taking care of her all this time. Under this desperate situation, Bu Feihua is his closest person, and he has no worries at this time.

“If you want to say it, I will listen, if you don’t say it, I will stay with you.”

Bu Feifan said softly, with a gentle voice.

He knew that Qing Yao was going to tell that thing. Once this kind of thing is said, the emotions that have been in the dust for many years will erupt once. Although it is to tear the own wound, it will also have a big impact in the future. Help, not to mention that you can face those things calmly,

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Less, not so painful.

Qingyao seemed to have not heard Bu Extraordinary words, her beautiful eyes were sinking, her breathlessness, and she muttered to herself: “When I was very young, I also lived in a similar environment. It is also a person who has no vitality. Place, with me, and my mother

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Qing Yao’s words echoed slowly in this stone room, and they looked very plain, like a dream.

But Bu Fei could clearly feel how much pain Qing Yao had endured before she could speak these words.

Listening to Qing Yao’s words quietly, Bu Feifei sat on the ground with Qing Yao, and there was a moment of silence, not knowing what to say.

He had read “Zhu Xian Zhi”, so he knew the painful childhood memory Qing Yao told.

But it had already happened, and he was powerless, he could only listen like this, and listen to Qing Yao’s tragic past that was sealed in her heart.

Bu Feifei knew that Qing Yao’s heart was bound to be extremely painful, but he asked himself, in the desperate situation at the time, there was no other way except Qing Yao’s mother.

In that case, at least Qing Yao survived, and waited until the ghost king came.

If not, Qing Yao and her mother will both die in that desperate situation.

This seems to be a good multiple choice question, but the pain in the heart of the person doing the question far exceeds the pain of cutting flesh.

But Qing Yao’s mother’s pain is not as good as Qing Yao’s.

At least for Qing Yao’s mother at the time, Qing Yao was her hope for doing this. She hoped that Qing Yao could leave that desperate situation, and doing so, there was a glimmer of hope.

Because of hope, there is some pain, which is still within the scope of bearing.

For Qing Yao, who was young at the time, when she knew that she could survive, but relied on her mother to cut meat to feed her, what kind of collapse and pain should be in her heart.

Bu Fei could feel it. Although Qing Yao had never endured the pain of cutting meat, the pain in his heart was far more than cutting meat.

“Now you know, why am I doing this?”

Taking a light breath, Qing Yao gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, but she couldn’t wipe them off. She forced herself to calm down and raised her head slightly. On that pretty face, a pale color, pear blossoms brought rain. , The sound is as flat as possible.

She didn’t know why she had to say these things to Bu Feihua.

Perhaps those things have been kept in the dust for too long, and I have never told anyone, and finally can’t bear it.

Maybe it’s because of contact with Bu Feihua, mutual affection breeds between each other.

Perhaps this place is already a deadly place, and I should die here too. Those dusty things, asking someone to listen to them before dying, is also a sigh of own sadness.

Qing Yao’s thoughts are chaotic now, and she can’t tell what’s going on now, but she is still forcing her own voice to become flatter.

She didn’t want to be on this matter, always thinking about it, and always in embarrassment.

But Qing Yao was still weaker, her body was already extremely weak, tears in her beautiful eyes, she was slowly going to sleep.

With his mouth opened, Bu Feifei wanted to say some comforting words, but the words were on his lips and he didn’t know how to say them.

After a long period of silence, Bu Feihua slowly spoke, and said firmly: “From now on, with me, I won’t let that happen again!”

This sentence, I don’t know if it was intentional, or because of some feelings, Bu Feihua said it firmly.

See the truth in adversity.

Before Bu Feihua was killed, Qing Yao fought hard to save her.

At this time, Qing Yao was touched by the scene and was immersed in the psychological shadow of grief and fear. It was difficult to extricate herself. He couldn’t undo what happened in the beginning, but he could give Qing Yao a promise and fulfill it.

The relationship between the two seemed precious in each other’s tribulations.

Qing Yao was slightly startled when he heard the words of extraordinary steps, and was silent for a long, long time.

Meisou looked at Bu Feihua’s firm expression, and Qing Yao suddenly felt a little tired.

She was alone with that kind of shadow in her heart. It had been so many years, and it was still like what happened yesterday, which is still fresh in her memory.

At this time, I said the things that were in my heart, as if I had vented my own emotions, and relieved my burden, as if someone finally shared with me.

No matter how strong Qing Yao was, she was just a young girl.

“Thank you.”

After the long silence, it was Qing Yao’s gentle voice of thanks, her beautiful eyes opened hard, and she just stared at Bu Extraordinary, looking at Bu Extraordinary face, suddenly felt so warm.

It turned out that the feeling that someone gave themselves a promise from the heart is so beautiful.

Qing Yao knows that Bu Fei Fei’s promise must come from the heart, which stems from the contact during this period of time, and it also stems from Qing Yao’s belief in Bu Fei Fei.

If Qing Yao didn’t believe Bu Huanqiang, he would not easily reveal the dusty past in this deadly place.

Only three people knew about the things in her heart, one was herself, the other was Vermillion Bird messenger You Ji, and the other was the ghost king.

Now, there is a fourth person, that is extraordinary.

In Qing Yao’s heart, only the closest person can know this matter.

When she said something like this, it meant that she was completely without any pretense in front of Bu Bianzhu.

That was the longest and deepest memory in her heart, and at this time, she seemed to directly open a bloody wound and show it to Bu Feihua.

The pace at this time is extraordinary, in Qing Yao’s heart, it is already similar to the position of the ghost king Wanxiang in his heart.

Meisou looked at the extraordinary step, and Qing Yao knew in her heart that no one else in the world would know what was in her heart except this person.

After staring for a long time, Qing Yao slowly leaned her own body against Bu Feihua, seemingly cold to warm her, and whispered, “If you can go out, how about you marry me?! ”