Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 481 The beauty like a work of art
Seeing that Yue Qingqing fell silent, Shi Xi was also worried about scaring the child, so she hastily added a sentence.

"But don't worry too much, after all, you still have Senior Yan by your side..."

Shi Xi wanted to say something, but someone called her beside her.

"Sister Shi, the target has appeared."

Shi Xi had no choice but to hang up the phone, "I'll call you next time, tell me more about Senior Yan."

Of course, the current Shi Xi doesn't have any girlish love for Yan Sinian.

It is completely the fans' longing for idols.

Yue Qingqing agreed and hung up the phone.

Instead of doing homework right away, he fell into a long period of contemplation.

In fact, she also understands that there is a very important reason why evil cultivators appear frequently in this world.

——There is no check and balance in this world.

In the past, Yue Qingqing could only experience the pain of falling into the realm again and again due to the restraint of the law of heaven, almost becoming a cripple.

At that time, she hated the way of heaven from the bottom of her heart, and had discussed the meaning of the way of heaven with her master.

The master smiled and said: "People say that the Dao is ruthless, and the way of heaven is cruel and selfless. It may not be fair to many people, but it is absolutely fair."

"The way of heaven hangs over everyone's head, sweeping through the grass like a sharp sickle, and harvesting all the ones that emerge."

"Maybe it's a disaster for the protruding grass, but it's kind to the whole grass, which can ensure sufficient nutrients to feed more grass."

Yue Qingqing was still young at that time, so it was difficult to understand the meaning of her master when she heard it in a cloud of fog.

But in this life, evil cultivators appear frequently, and ghost cultivators are in troubled times.

They don't have the way of heaven hanging on their heads, and they can harm the mortals at will.

Yue Qingqing remembered what the master said again, and finally realized something different.

Maybe what the master said is right, the way of heaven is not fair to her, Yue Qingqing, but it is relatively fair to ordinary people.

It can guarantee that they will not be easily harmed by evil cultivators.

Yue Qingqing was feeling emotional when Yue Xing'er came out and saw her sister sitting by the phone.

"Sunny?"

"Why are you in a daze, have you finished your homework?"

Yue Qingqing hurried back to her bedroom to do her homework.

Forget it, why think so much.

She is just a junior high school student oppressed by homework.

While Yue Qingqing was writing furiously, some preordained stories came to an end.

A beautiful three-story detached villa, in the bedroom.

Cui Xiaoman was lying on the bed, like a crystal princess who walked out of a fairy tale.

From the beginning to the end, every place is like a beautiful jade carving.

Everything is beautiful.

Under such an extremely beautiful skin, the fire of her life is gradually extinguished.

Lying naked on the bed.

It was obviously a soft and smooth silk bed sheet, but it made Cui Xiaoman feel like he was lying on a charcoal fire, wrapped in hot flames.

Cui Xiaoman almost had hallucinations, as if he could smell burnt flesh.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't speak, and her pale lips kept trembling.

Dong Meng burst into tears, crying heartbroken.

He regained the appearance of a 24-year-old filial husband.

"Xiaoman, don't go, don't leave me alone..."

In the extreme pain, the smile on the corner of Cui Xiaoman's mouth was fleeting.

Yes, this is the path she chose.

Instead of arguing with her husband and living her life hating each other.

She would rather have this false happiness.

Cui Xiaoman looked up and landed on the bedside table.

There is an exquisite wood carving of a fox.

The whole wood carving is integrated and lifelike, just like the work that the master sculptor exhausted his whole life to carve.

Even people who don't know how to do it can experience the beauty.

A woman as beautiful as the work of art in front of her.

Cui Xiaoman looked away a little bit.

She thought that she might be able to go with peace of mind.

However, at this moment, hurried footsteps came from outside the bedroom door, and a pair of small hands slammed on the door frantically.

"Mom, why don't you let me see you?"

"Don't you want me anymore? Woohoo, mom, let me in."

(End of this chapter)