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Chapter One Hundred and Twelve Thirteen Years with a Flick of the Finger

At this time, not only were the few people below feeling sad for him, but Qingqing upstairs had already looked sad and tears rolling.

In her opinion, the man in front of her was so pitiful. In less than a day, she lost her best brother and beauty one after another, but she could only watch all this happening and was powerless. Such a blow would probably not be able to bear even the iron man!

She looked at Zui Wuqiu deeply, and her heart slowly felt endless pity and sorrow.

Zui Wuqiu took a few deep breaths and swallowed all his emotions into his stomach. Gradually, his expression became dull.

Everyone knew that it was a kind of extreme sadness and transformation of peace. Under this peace, there was endless anger. Once it erupted, it could burn the sky and destroy the earth.

He continued, "Qing'er's plan was very effective. When those people saw her jumping off the cliff and commit suicide by scolding her hatred for a while, they left without doubt. And because of excessive sadness and serious injuries, I fainted."

"I don't know how long it took, but I was awakened by the pain from my body. I found two vultures standing beside me. I thought that they saw me not moving for a long time and treated me as a dead person to have a meal. At this time, my acupoints had been untied automatically. It was the time when I was hungry and thirsty, so I tried all my remaining true energy and smashed the two blind dead birds with one palm, and then swallowed them alive."

"After eating some food, my strength has recovered a little. Then I got up and went down the mountain. First, I found the scattered corpses of my brother, bury him, and then worked hard to find a way to come under the cliff, trying to bury Qing'er's corpses..."

"But unexpectedly, I searched hundreds of feet below the cliff and found no trace of Qing'er. I just found my clothes and the trunk. Not far away, there were some broken vines and a dark red blood. Seeing these, a glimmer of hope suddenly appeared in my heart. Maybe Qing'er was lucky and alive and heavenly disasters, and it was unknown that he was rescued. Although there are few miracles in this world, it does not mean there is no..."

"Actually, I also know that I am deceiving myself and comforting myself. Falling from this cliff hundreds of feet high, she is not a martial arts master with high cultivation, so she can't have any chance of survival! And in such wild mountains and wild ridges, where people are rarely seen, there are many wild beasts and ferocious birds. Maybe... maybe Qing'er's body was... "

Zui Wuqiu shook his head in pain and did not dare to continue talking. After a moment, he continued to say something as if he was talking to himself: "No matter what, I want to see people in my life and to see corpses when I die. As long as I haven't seen Qing'er's body for a day, I will not admit that she has passed away!"

"Qing'er has always kept her word. She once promised to accompany me to watch the sunrise on the Wuyue Peak, watch the sunset on the endless seaside, and also said to give birth to many children for me... All these things have not been done yet. How could she die? How could she bear to leave me alone..."

"I don't believe she will die. I have hope in my heart. As my injuries recover day by day, the scope of my search continued to expand, almost turning all within a radius of 500 miles. But the more I searched, the more I felt that Qing'er was not dead... Maybe that rare miracle really happened to her!"

"So, I left there, from south to north, from east to west, and searched back and forth in various places, hoping that the heaven would see me so that I could meet Qing'er one day... In this way, thirteen years are like a blink of an eye..."

When he said these words, his eyes were always staring at Qingqing, sometimes expecting, sometimes gentle, and sometimes afraid of the shattered hope.

"Until just now, when I passed by the door, I suddenly heard the beautiful and long-lost song that I had ever dreamed about... So, I walked in..." Zui Wuqiu stepped forward and said in a pleading tone: "I really have no malice. I just want to make sure whether you are my wife!"

At this time, Qingqing was no longer as scared as before, showing her moving eyes, but suddenly she thought of something and was slightly hesitant.

At this moment, Youyue downstairs suddenly said, "Dare you ask me about your name Gao?"

"I have no desire to get drunk." He said lightly.

"Drunk Wuqiu!? You...sir is a famous wanderer, drunk Wuqiu!?"

The name of a wanderer is well known in the world. On the one hand, Zui Wuqiu's cultivation is too high, and his so-called reputation is as high as thunder, and his voice is shocked. On the other hand, in order to find his wife over the years, his footprints have been spread all over the continent, and there are many people who have seen him. Even the loudness of his name is almost beyond Ying Tianxing and Ling Bixiao. You must know that those two are the myths and legends that have reached the highest realm in a thousand years.

Daoyuan and Lei Luo had known each other for a long time, but it was not so good, but it was the first time others saw him, and they were both shocked by these three words and couldn't believe it.

Zui Wuqiu smiled bitterly: "Famous is fascinating? In my opinion, this false reputation cannot even be as good as Qing'er's whereabouts!"

Youyue cleared her throat and said, "Heroine Drunken, although Youyue is a girl living in the spring boudoir, she has also heard of your reputation and character, so I believe what you said..." She sighed and said, "Actually, there is a reason why Qingqing refused to take off her veil..."

"Oh? What's the reason?"

As if he was a little tired, Youyue slowly walked to the table and sat down, saying leisurely: "Thirteen years ago, Wangchenju had just opened. The gangsters and gangsters in the city coveted the appearance of our sisters. They came to make trouble from time to time and took the opportunity to take advantage of them. We are just a group of women who are powerless. How could they stop these people! At that time, not only Wangchenju's business was difficult, but even his own safety was not guaranteed. They couldn't sleep and eat every day, and were in a panic all day long... Alas! In this world, it was really difficult for women to do something!"

"Just when my sisters and I were discouraged and planned to lock up Wangchen and find another place to stay, a mysterious guest suddenly came. The guest was surrounded by a girl, saying that she was lonely and helpless and wanted to leave it to us for care, and this girl was Qingqing."

"I don't know why this guest found us, but this is the case for all the sisters here, and it's nothing more than one more. But now Wangchenju can no longer be managed. Even we don't know how to take care of Qingqing, so how can we take in and take care of Qingqing!"

"After the guest learned about the situation, he pondered for a moment and said that there was no need to worry about this. From now on, Wangchenju will be open as usual. If someone comes to make trouble again, someone will come forward to solve the problem."

"Although I didn't believe it at that time, there was no other way at that time, so I had to take Qingqing in with a glimmer of hope and follow his request."

"Who knew that things were indeed as he said. Since then, not only did the gangsters disappear, but even the rich young men who are arrogant and arrogant on weekdays have become more and more honest. In the following months, no one caused trouble, but every time someone would come forward to solve it for us, and in the end, he sent more than a dozen skilled guards - those who were just now. This result made me and my sisters overjoyed and grateful."

"After that, Wangchenju's business gradually began to improve. Not only did the city have more and more customers, but it also attracted countless foreign guests. It was with the protection of these guards that we could safely and steadily until today."

Zui Wuqiu felt aroused, and a light flashed in his eyes and asked, "Did you say Qing'er... Qingqing came thirteen years ago?"

Youyue naturally knew what he meant and smiled and said, "That's right, it matches the time that the Hero of Drunk said."

Zui Wuqiu was overjoyed, and then asked: "Who is the name of that mysterious guest? Have you left any clues about Qingqing's life experience?"

"Nothing." Youyue shook her head and said with a wry smile: "You may not believe it. He has never disclosed any information from beginning to end. Even himself, I only saw him that time back then. As for the rest, I know nothing..."

Zui Wuqiu thought strangely: "Who is this person? He is so sacred that he is so sacred that he is not at the end!" As he said, he looked at Qingqing with a questioning look.

Youyue said: "No need to read it, Qingqing won't know it even more. Not only that, she has long been unable to remember all the past thirteen years ago! Where to go, how old is, whether to marry, who are parents, but there are brothers and sisters, relatives and friends, etc. Qingqing has no impression of all this..."

Daoyuan thought to himself: Could it be that she really lost her memory? So, Zui Wuqiu may not have recognized the wrong person!
Chapter completed!
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