Chapter 124： It must be the way you understand it is wrong. (1/2)

Xiao Yu'an was questioned and had no way to do it. He had to simply state what happened on that day.

With the content of Xiao Yu'an, the face of Luo Heqing gradually became pale, his eyes were red, and the hand that loosened Xiao Yu'an's shoulders fell to the side and clenched into a fist. The look of indifference has long been broken. Under the moonlight, he was around. Covered with a touch of anger, a pair of scorpions on the clear and handsome face is extremely dark and deep, like a ghost.

There was an internal injury in the body of the river. At this time, the anger was attacking, the blood was pouring up, and the chest began to faintly ache. He licked his mouth with one hand, coughed a few times, and blushes his mouth to overflow, and the river clears his face with no expression. Seeing Xiao Yu'an step forward, grabbing his wrist and pulling it away, seeing him coughing blood, his eyes shrinking: ”You, you, how do you cough up blood?”

”Nothing.” Luohe Qing did not care about his physical condition, but he was anxious to explain to Xiao Yu'an, ”Xiao Yu'an...”

”Wait!” Xiao Yuan interrupted Luhe Qing and then dragged him into his own room.

Xiao Yu'an pressed a person on the stool and lit the candle to the table. He sat on the opposite side of the river in the air: ”Let's talk.”

Luohe Qing said: ”The person who harms you is not me.”

Xiao Yuan thought about it and said, ”I believe.”

Luhe Qing always said that one is the second and the second. If he hates a person, he will only think about how to make this person squandered. There is no need to bitterly deceive and defend. There is no reason and no meaning. .

Luohe Qing said: ”I have never hated you.”

Xiao Yuan nodded: ”Putian celebration.”

Luhe Qing continued: ”I never thought about hurting you.”

Xiao Yuan is in charge: ”I am moved to tears.”

After the night wind blew the candlelight, after a brief silence, Xiao Yuan concluded: ”Communication is really great!!”

Luohe Qing did not relax at all. He didn't blink at Xiao Yuan for a moment. It seems that when he removes his eyes, the person will disappear. He asks: ”Xiao Yu'an, you... don't you hate me?”

Xiao Yuan held his forehead with one hand, his eyes fell on the candlelight, and began to measure.

He never hated Luhe Qing, he only hated God and refused to change his life. The red sleeves were not dead, Yang Liuan would die, Li Wuding would not die, Xie Yigui would have to die, and the soldiers who burned the granaries would not die that day, there would be more North China. The soldiers and the people fell under the soldiers, he still hates himself, hates his incompetence, hates that he can't resist the numerology, hates that he knows so much, but he still can't change anything, saying that he is willing to be the king of the North, how do you know? In the end, it was still made by an outsider.

Luhe Qing looked like a faceless expression, but his fingers twitched slightly. Xiao Yu’an licked his eyebrows and pointed his fingertips. Xiao Yu’an sighed and sighed his hand.