Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

130-8 Zhou Qing if line extra

　——Zhou Qing if line extra——

On June 14th, he waited from morning till night, but no one came.

Zhou Qing was so upset that he wanted to kill someone.

There was something under the grave mound. There was a bed and a table in the corner. On the table was a watch he had worn before coming in. He could barely suppress his anger by smashing a stool to let out his anger.

He sat on a broken stool, drooping his eyelids and breathing repeatedly. After adjusting his mood, he tried to deceive himself and make excuses for Xue Yu.

It’s not that he forgot or that he don’t want to come. It’s just that he's very busy and can’t spare the time.

However, as soon as he came up with his reason, someone immediately refuted him: Even if he's busy that day, can't he come later? In so many days, can't he spare a little time to come and say a word to him?

The two voices confronted each other back and forth, and the final result was that Zhou Qing's face looked particularly bad.

There are definitely more than one shameless person in the world, and Zhou Qing is not the only evil spirit suppressed in a grave. However, most of the evil spirits will eventually collapse in agony after being imprisoned for a long time.

Then you go crazy, regret, and become numb, and the cycle repeats itself.

Only Zhou Qing.

He didn't have much time to think about other things.

What he thought about every day was that if he met the liar who had tricked him again one day, he would definitely tie that little liar to the bed and beat him to death, and he would never soften his heart just because he sobbed.

But he knew it was impossible and he would never meet him. He would never be able to escape from this hellish place, and Xue Yu would never come to see him.

The days passed by in the same way.

One night, Zhou Qing sat on the stool for a while as usual, still thinking about how to fuck Xue Yu to kill time. Just as he was about to stand up and go back to bed, he suddenly heard a startled "ah" sound, sticky and sweet.

At that moment, Zhou Qing felt a chill all over his body and turned his head to look over with trembling pupils.

A person with long arms and legs appeared on the hard bed which was only covered with a thin mattress. He was the person Zhou Qing had been thinking about day and night and wanted to take revenge on even in his dreams. The voice was so familiar that he turned around immediately when he heard even a whisper.

A little face that he hasn't seen for a long time came into his sight.

Xue Yu held the bed with one hand and grabbed the loose clothes on his body with the other, his brows were confused, as if he didn't know why he was here.

His lips were slightly swollen, his clothes were not properly put on, his crow feathers were wet, and he looked like he had taken cartilage powder and couldn't sit still. He squinted his eyes to identify the man not far away, and said in disbelief: "...Zhou Qing?"

Zhou Qing's fingers began to tremble. He looked carefully and was sure it was Xue Yu.

This liar.

His shoulders were shaking violently. Somehow, he didn't really tie the man to the bed as he thought, nor did he rush over to settle the score. He could do nothing but stare at one spot, unable to hide the jealousy on his face. He almost gritted his teeth and said, "You... put your legs down, you're lying on my bed."