A black doctor from a certain American comic

"Ugh--"

The sun was setting, and at dusk, there was a slight chill. Li Qingluo stood on the small building, looking at the camellias all over the mountains and plains of Mantuo Villa, and let out a long sigh.

Her clothes were fluttering in the wind, like an elf who had just arrived in the world, possessing indescribable aloofness.

"Ask what love is in the world, and directly teach life and death..."

Li Qingluo was startled by the sudden voice.

"Senior sister, if you are unhappy, why don't you tell me and make your junior brother happy?"

Li Qingluo's figure flashed and came to look outside the small building. Only then did she see Mo Fei lying on his back on the eaves of the small building, holding a book in his hand and reading.

"Junior brother, why are you here?" Li Qingluo asked.

The relationship between Li Qingluo and Murphy has grown by leaps and bounds over the past few days, and the two have reached the point where they can joke with each other.

After all, few women would dislike a man as good-looking as Murphy.

It is said that men are lustful, but in fact, women are less willing to give in than men.

Therefore, unless they are life-and-death enemies, it would be difficult for any woman to resist Murphy's active approach.

"I've been here all along!" Murphy put down his book, gently swept down from the eaves of the small building, and said with a smile: "After all, there are not many places where you can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Mantuo Villa and be quiet like here."

Li Qingluo nodded. Based on the close relationship between the two of them these days, she didn't feel that Mo Fei was presumptuous.

"The paint leaves are cloudy, the camellia snow is jealous!" Mo Fei said with a smile: "Senior sister looks a little distracted!"

"Is it that obvious?" Li Qingluo sighed. Even Mo Fei, who had just arrived here not long ago, could easily tell that her old relationship was unforgettable. No wonder the news of her cuckolding Lao Wang reached the ears of Mrs. Murong of Huan Shi Shui Pavilion. .

"It's quite obvious!" Mo Fei smiled, pointed at the camellias all over the mountain, and said: "The red makeup, the scratched beauty's face, the failed scholar... What the senior sister is thinking is probably related to Dali."

"Alas -" Li Qingluo sighed again, with a trace of sadness on her face, she forced a smile and said: "You have nothing to do, why don't you have a few drinks with me, junior brother?"

Then Li Qingluo ordered down and sent someone to prepare a table of side dishes, including bear paws and shark fins, all of which were extremely valuable.

The Wang family in Gusu was a famous family. The ancients valued being well-matched. To be able to marry Murong from Gusu, a powerful and well-known family, one can imagine how wealthy the Wang family was.

It's a pity that after Lao Wang died, Li Qingluo took advantage of everything.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

Li Qingluo drank a few glasses of wine and talked about the past.

First, Li Qingluo talked about her parents, Li Qiushui and Wu Yazi.

Li Qingluo had longing and resentment in her heart. The two had a quarrel, but they didn't care about her daughter at all.

Wu Yazi couldn't stand Li Qiu Shui's pretentiousness and chose to leave. Li Qiu Shui regretted it and waited for three or four years in Langhuan Paradise, hoping that Wu Yazi would come back to see him, but there was no news after he left. He was also disheartened and chose to leave.

So she was left alone in Langhuan Paradise, a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, living alone.

Fortunately, her parents were Wu Yazi and Li Qingluo after all. Even though she was only twelve or thirteen years old, she already had martial arts skills, and few third-rate masters in the world could match her.

She lived alone until she was sixteen. It was at the age of flower-like splendor that she met Duan Zhengchun's Dumas.

When Duan Dumas saw her beauty, he was immediately shocked and launched a fierce offensive.

With Duan Zhengchun's martial arts, literary talent, and appearance as the King of Dali Zhennan, it is difficult for any woman to remain unmoved when faced with such a man chasing after him fiercely, and Li Qingluo is no exception.

It’s just that she was young and ignorant and thought that love represented everything. Little did she know that in Duan Zhengchun’s eyes, all women were accessories to their career. In the face of a powerful position, so what if Li Qingluo was as beautiful as the country and even more beautiful than Dao Baifeng?

Dao Baifeng is the daughter of the leader of the Baiyi tribe, and Li Qingluo is just an orphan from a small family. How could Duan Zhengchun abandon Dao Baifeng and marry Li Qingluo?

So one day