Dressed as the villain's love rival of the abuse heroine [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 4

    "Axue, this person's heart is separated from the belly, and the words on one side are the most unbelievable." The loving mother looked at the Yuanfan at the junction of the sky and the sea, her eyes dim.

    "Especially those immortals, thousands of years, thousands of years, the deception that we mortals can't break, can't guess it."

    A mere ordinary man, a hundred years old is buried in his bones, and this line of business will stop for half a lifetime. Time is not forgiving, so what do people use to accompany those immortals on stage to perform?

    "You remember, not being tempted by the immortal family, not opening up to others, selfishness is also good for a lifetime."

    Yun Qianxue, who was kneeling in front of the old woman, burst into tears, she tightly held her mother's dry and skinny hands, crying: "Mother, you don't go, I promise you, you don't go..." The old woman's dumb eyes seemed to have light flashing, she suddenly squeezed the only daughter's hand, and sternly yelled: "Don't cry, you Remember, if one day you climb the Immortal Dao, you can only bleed but not tears!"

    Yun Qianxue was shocked, and she was startled and wondering what to do.

    "You remember! You have to remember!" The old woman lifted up half of her body, shaggy, hysterical.

    In her whole life, a lady of the official family, her mistake was to provoke someone who shouldn't be provoked by tears. Unmarried, she gave birth to children alone, and went home without a face.

    Even if you bury your bones after death, you are afraid that you will also go to hell, and you will not be able to see your parents!

    "You remember!" The trivial three characters, coughing and bleeding, roaring.

    The old woman's hideous face froze in front of Yun Qianxue.

    "Ah!!!" Yun Qianxue yelled, "Hu" then sat up, her white shirt soaked, sweat on her forehead and face.

    She looked around in a panic, her heart hurting with her rushing chest.

    Lianhewu, the red sandalwood bed, is not her dilapidated home.

    It's a dream...

    Yun Qianxue closed her eyes and lowered her head, biting her pale and trembling lips, her thin arms tightly wrapped around her, as if this would bring warmth and strength.

    The woman in red standing outside Lianhewu heard the movement in the house and waited for a while before putting down the lotus pod in her hand and going in.

    "Are you awake?" Xuefa shawl, with lotus prints blooming on her forehead, marrying dreams and rolling her sleeves, handing over a glass of warm water.

    "Is it okay?"

    Yun Qianxue looked at the coquettish woman in front of him warily, never raising his hand to catch the water.

    Marry Meng tilted her head and chuckled in confusion, "Why? Afraid of me being poisoned?"

    Yun Qianxue pursed her lips, the cold sweat from her forehead slipped and flowed into her eyes, causing her to blink.