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Chapter 40 There are always troublemakers who want to harm me (38)

Embroidery Needle sighed.

The spiritual power gathered at the tip of the needle, and a bright light suddenly appeared.

Behind the misty clouds is a young man who seems to have stepped out of Greek mythology.

Holding a bow and arrow in his hand, cloth strips are lazily draped over his shoulders, and a graceful mermaid line stretches under his shallow abdominal muscles.

With his bare feet on the morning hoarfrost, Cupid half-bent his knees and leaned against the bluestone slab, shaking his shiny broken hair casually.

He was wronged to stay in the embroidery needle for too long. After returning to this torso, his limbs couldn't exert any strength.

Cupid clenched his hands on his knees secretly.

All of this, he will get it back from Mr. Yuelao.

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Hua Qianxi stayed in the holy temple without worrying about food and clothing, her servants were humble and courteous, and her treatment was much better.

When she was still pricking her ears to hear whether Ling Yu was alive or dead, she finally heard that Ling Yu would marry Qiyue soon.

This is really good news.

Girl Qiyue has finally achieved a positive result with her beloved.

Hua Qianxi's excited heart and trembling hands, can she end the first plane ahead of time?
Stretching out and kicking the sleeping embroidery needle on the edge of the bed, Hua Qianxi couldn't hide her joy on her little face, "Uncle! That elm lump finally got its head off!"

The embroidery needle slightly opened her sleepy eyes, pushed her toes, turned over and continued to sleep soundly, "Who knows if it's true or not, do you dare to believe the words of the little girl?"

"Perhaps Ling Yu was moved when he saw Qiyue staying by his bedside day and night?"

Hua Qianxi shrugged disapprovingly, raised her legs again and kicked the embroidery needle off the bed.

Embroidery Needle rubbed her sore buttocks, and grinned: "I've said it all, stop watching those unnutritious romance dramas, it's not good for your brain."

For so many years, she has been indifferent to Qiyue's love.

How could it be possible to be moved by a little warmth.

What Embroidery Needle said was also right, Hua Qianxi curled her lips and refused to refute.

The broken-mouthed little girl outside the curtain chirped softly, as if someone passed by and suddenly fell silent, and when that person walked by, the little girl couldn't help but speak again.

"Congratulations?"

The voice was too low, Hua Qianxi could catch these two words.

That's right, the first king died of illness for no reason, and now Ling Yu is seriously ill and bedridden.

She frowned, suddenly feeling worthless for Qiyue's long-awaited love.

Although Qiyue is unruly and willful, her eyes are full of Lingyu.

But that stinky man doesn't understand love but cares about the world.

"Uncle, a wedding that isn't true love won't be happy, right?" Hua Qianxi tilted her head with a sad expression on her face.

Embroidery Needle couldn't answer this time, he had only done shooting arrows at the mortal world in his life and forcibly tying two people together, and he didn't understand that this was not love.

Just as she was thinking, the curtain was lifted, and the embroidery needle immediately lay down on her back and pretended to be dead.

Qiyue walked into the compartment with a medicine bowl in her hand. Unlike last time, the bowl contained only the sweet smell of herbs.

"Sister Qiyue, are you...?" Hua Qianxi subconsciously touched the scar on her neck and declined, "My scar is almost healed, no need..."

Qiyue squinted at Hua Qianxi for a long time, then let out a cold snort from her nasal cavity, "It's not for you, why are you acting affectionate here?"

"..." That's really embarrassing.

Hua Qianxi finally understood why Qiyue couldn't love her, but she couldn't feel any pity for her.

With Qiyue's posture, Hua Qianxi can't wait to tear Qiyue's mouth to pieces.

(End of this chapter)