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Fu paper, like a thin and sharp Throwing Knife, spreads in the air and splits the long shadow of the ghost into several sections. The dark green thin blood of the ghosts splashed everywhere, accumulating pools of blood on the ground.
At present, there are only piles of demon corpses left. The ground of the underground palace is like a vegetable market after killing chickens and fish.
"Pa, PA, Pa." The clapping, with a long interval, was a heavy irony.
The little girl leans lazily on her chair, looks like she has no bones, and looks at the smoke left by the scattered ghosts with a smile: "it makes you get through the barrier. What should I say? There is no way out of heaven."
Mu Yao stares at the figure sitting next to the master holding tea. Her face is as pale as if she lost her soul. But Liu Fu Yi always looked down at the tea cup, and didn't even look up at them.
Miaomiao's hot cheeks turned red, and she was hard to blind spot the rest of the rune paper in her sleeve. Most of the rune paper that came from nowhere was quietly stuffed by Mu Sheng. She was so thick that she didn't even notice it.
According to his temperament, the Fu paper should be arranged according to different categories when it was given. Unfortunately, it was confused when it fell out. At that time, she and Mu Yao were just like people who were forced into a desperate situation. They found a box full of grenades and used them regardless of their properties. There were only five FU paper left in a stack.
She flattened the poor girl's finger and carefully tucked it into her sleeve.
Oh, what a waste
Suddenly I noticed that a wet and cold look fell on her face. I looked up blankly. The magic demon's face was a little ugly.
Most villains like to clap and humiliate the protagonist after cheering down to show that they are in charge of the overall situation. However, the magic demon's eloquent opening remarks made two people have no response: one is staring at Liu Fuyi as if he didn't hear her; the other seems to be listening, but actually he doesn't know what little action he is doing in his sleeve, My eyes are floating
The little girl stared at Miaomiao's hand and her face was overcast: "those pieces of broken Rune paper can't help me at all. I advise you not to hit the stone with your eggs and be smart. "
Miaomiao's face was stunned: "I'm just counting, and I'm not going to use it."
"What did you say?" The phantom suddenly raised its tone.
“…… It's nothing. " Miaomiao mumbles and shrinks behind muyao, only a pair of black and white apricot eyes twinkle.
However, muyao seems to have lost her spirit and takes a few quick steps. Miaomiao hides in the air, but she is not in a good mood. She catches up with muyao in a hurry.
She had already walked quickly in front of the young man, and her voice trembled: "brush your clothes..."
Liu Fu was sitting at the end of his clothes. His hair was soft and neat behind his white plain clothes. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand. His eyes were full of leisure, and his eyelashes were motionless. He seemed to turn a deaf ear.
"Sister mu..." Miaomiao nervously goes to pull the lost muyao.
"Fu Yi..." Mu Yao has already grasped Liu Fu's sleeve. She shakes it carefully like a little girl's playmate. Her voice is more and more floating, "you Look at me... "
Liu Fu Yi just had a reaction with her action, looking at the sleeve that she pulled, and then her eyes slowly moved to her face, with a deep blank in her eyes, hesitantly asked: "who is your excellency?"
His eyebrows and eyes are still so tender and affectionate, and the look in his eyes doesn't seem to be fake.
“……” Mu Yao suddenly let go, as if she had just touched a fire, the whole person pale as if the wind can fall, "you don't recognize me?"
The phantom lay lazily on the armchair.
Her hair is not as yellow and thin as it is in Li Zhun's house, and her hair is not in a bun. Her thick hair is on the back of the chair, with a cold purple light. She looks very evil when she looks at Mu Yao coldly.
"Sister mu..." Miaomiao whispered in the past, "brother Liu may have been controlled, just like the workers in the incense factory."
Before jumping down the crack, the magic demon said that she wanted to make Liu Fu's clothes into her own puppet doll.
In this world, the phantom demons control people with their hearts. When their hearts are out of the body, they take away all the seven emotions and six desires and memories.
When Mu Yao heard the speech, she turned around blankly, pale and frightening.
Liu Fuyi didn't answer her. Then he looked down at the tea cup in his hand seriously and meekly. What was in the tea cup was a brown unknown liquid, like a cool traditional Chinese medicine.
The phantom demon laughs two times and ignores Mu Yao. He reminds Liu Fu of his blood red lips and says: "I don't know where idle people come uninvited and disturb people's peace. I really don't know the etiquette. Brother Liu, shall we continue to drink tea? "
The little girl has a tender voice, a slender arm, a distant respect and a provocative expression.
Liu Fuyi took the cup to drink, with a gentle smile on her lips: "good."
"Wait a minute!" Mu Yao stopped him and turned to see the magic demon with a bleak look. "What did you give him to drink?"
Magic demon sighed, blood red lips down, quietly staring at the tea in the tea cup: "brother Liu, how to do, she is too noisy."Liu Fu's clothes looked like an obedient housekeeper. After hearing the words, he immediately put down his tea cup and got up. His smile was clean, and there was a strange anger between his eyebrows: "please leave my home with ChuChu immediately."
"ChuChu?" Mu Yao put on a bitter smile, "you wake up, she is not ChuChu."
Liu Fu Yi looked cold: "who is she? It's not your turn to talk to her."
“……” Mu Yao looked up at him with pale face and tears in her eyes. She said softly, "then you Or Liu Fu's clothes? "
The tone was a little cool, like the dew condensation in the early morning, which slowly penetrated into the cracks of the furniture. The moisture bit by bit eroded the wood, making it swollen and deformed.
There was a trace of confusion on the puppet's face. At that moment, it seemed that the familiar Liu Fuyi came back.
"What are you waiting for? Don't you start?" The magic demon's tone suddenly became extremely irritable. She stared at Liu Fuyi's back with a fierce face. Before her voice fell, he shot.
"Sister mu -" Miaomiao pulled her away, but it was still a step late. A strong wind came. The puppet Liu Fuyi raised her hand mercilessly and waved the thin Mu Yao to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Miaomiao pushed her to stagger, then squatted on the ground to see muyao. The girl sat on the ground, half of her face was swollen, and the corner of her mouth was still bleeding. She covered her face with her hand, and her eyes were full of despair.
Ling Miaomiao took a breath of cold air.
Beat people but not face This enigmatic plot, it seems that if the contradiction is not intense enough, it can not reflect the love of the hero and heroine
The puppet stared at the fragile figure on the ground, and a confused look flashed in his eyes again. The magic demon jumped down from the chair and came to Mu Yao step by step. Looking at her embarrassed look, he said with a smile, "I can't even drive her away. Since I want to stay like this, I'll stay."
Stay - it's both an invitation and a provocation. It means that they can have a chance to contact Liu Fuyi again, but they can't avoid watching him being manipulated by the magic demon and obeying her every day.
Mu Yao pursed her lips and swallowed the humiliation. She also accepted the invitation.
The phantom approached her ear and said with a smile, "didn't you ask me what I gave him to drink? Brother Liu, who has no heart, needs to drink blood for his life. Since you are here, you will be responsible for the work from now on. "
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the whole body is crying with pain, as if the bones of the whole body have been crushed.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, the halo blurred into a piece, and the fragrance of powder floated in the room. He opened his eyes. The peony embroidered on the top of the white gauze tent was a piece of red, far and near, and could not see clearly.
There was light in front of his eyes, but the light was like a snowflake in winter, covering his eyelids without a trace of warmth.
It's cold
He struggled to sit up with his hands on the bed. The bamboo mat in summer printed a few marks on his palm. There was a whirling sound, accompanied by intense tinnitus. Then, the sound of a white porcelain spoon rubbing against the edge of the bowl came from his ear.
In front of her eyes, the woman's thick black hair was put into a noble and complicated bun, with a clear emerald hairpin inserted in it. The drop shaped earrings of her ears were shaking, and her eyebrows were stirring the medicine juice in her hands.
Her white dress had a loose knot on her abdomen, red on her chest, and her mouth was very low, almost revealing most of the crispy / chest.
"Here, drink the medicine." As soon as she looked up, she showed a face with delicate makeup. Her eyes were like two small hooks.
He shook his mind. The face in front of him was like a raging beast. He immediately stepped back vigilantly and opened his mouth coldly Aunt Rong
The export is the children's voice a few years ago, but also with a bit of hoarseness.
He remembered that he had just returned from training yesterday. He was seriously injured and needed to stay in bed for three days. It's just He looked around, the luxury furnishings and the fragrance of the house were out of place with him. How could he sleep in her room?
The woman frowned slightly, and a trace of discontent appeared in her eyes: "Xiao sheng'er, how do you call me aunt? I'm your mother."
“……” The boy was stunned for a long time and sat on the bed with his knees in his arms. His small face was half buried in his arms, revealing a pair of dark eyes like autumn water. His eyes were full of cold uneasiness and conflict: "aunt Rong, why do you call me Xiao sheng'er?"
The woman forced the spoon to the bowl, as if childishly with him: "mother has been calling you Xiao Sheng Er, don't you remember?"
Mother?
Xiao sheng'er
Headache suddenly hit, such as the tide over him, just wake up dizzy and vomiting, seems to make a comeback, instant consciousness fuzzy.
When it was clear, the woman had been sitting by the bed, spoon by spoon feeding him medicine.
The spoon was close to his lips, and the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine floated up along the heat. He deliberately closed his teeth.
"Drink it." She coaxed him gently. Seeing that he didn't open his mouth, she bowed her head and thought for a moment, nodded her head and said happily, "Xiao sheng'er feels bitter about the medicine, isn't he? I'll go and add a piece of sugar to you
He grabbed her skirt, and her 12-year-old face overlapped with his 18-year-old face. He couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or he had hallucination. He endured a headache and asked, "are you really my mother?""I'm your mother Xiao sheng'er. "
The world revolves It's cold
It seems that the whole person is soaking in the ice cave, and even the blood flow is frozen to be stagnant. His limbs are trapped in the snow, and the blanket like snow is melting, and the ice makes his hands and feet ache.
In a trance, he walks in the snow, leaving neat footprints. In front of him is mu Yao, who was a young girl, tall and thin, blurred into a halo, integrated with the sky and the snow.
"Sister..."
The girl looked back in amazement: "who are you?"
His dizziness was severe: "I am a Sheng, your brother..."
Mu Yao's eyes were full of surprise, and she said with a smile for a long time: "little brother, I'm afraid you've recognized the wrong person. My mother has no son. Aunt Rong has only one daughter. Where's my brother from? "
She shakes her head in a funny way, turns around and leaves him behind. The faster he goes, the faster his figure gradually disappears into the vast snow.
In front of his eyes, he was white, and the heavy snow covered his shoulders.
"Aunt Rong has only one daughter..."
"Then I Who is it... "
The headache is sharp and piercing. It's like the root system of a plant has to take root in the skull and occupy his whole body. He loses consciousness repeatedly in the spasmodic pain. Only when the pain subsides can he remember something in the retreat.
It was a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream.
It's just, cracks
There are still people waiting for him under the crack.
Finally, all the senses are back.
It's getting dark, and he's still soaking in the cold stream, with injuries on his body. If he doesn't take the time to get up at this time, when the Yin and Yang split to the dark side, the stream will turn into an underground river, which will be another disaster.
Struggling to climb to the shore, the boy used all his strength to lean against the tree trunk. His wet clothes seemed to weigh a thousand jin, wet and cold.
The wind moved the trees and the grass gave off a moist fragrance. There seemed to be a fairy passing by in the forest, and a fragrant wind came to him.
The strange and familiar figure was low, humming innocent songs in her mouth, and gently approached him. The familiar Gardenia fragrance in her hair smelled like a drunk among flowers.
It was in his heart.
Previously, he despised the fragrance of hair combing water, but now, it seems to be the only proof of his life.
In a trance, the girl from the forest hooked his neck and gave him a cold and gentle kiss on his cheek. Her soft lips were like clouds in the sky and haze in the mountains.
He took her by the waist, put her on his lap, clasped her fingers, leaned over and kissed her, as if to confine the cloud in his arms and rub it into his chest.
As long as you don't let her go, it will always belong to him.
The young man closed his eyes, raised his long eyelashes, and wandered on her lips. It seemed that all his violent emotions were in the mountains and clouds, and he could repose them tenderly.
After a long time, he released her, stretched out his fingers and stroked her ruddy lips back and forth. His voice was a little dumb: "didn't you jump into the crack?"
Her fingers also gently swept his cheek, black and white apricot eyes have infinite pity: "yes, so, I'm just your dream."
After that, the figure in my arms dissipated immediately.
The moonlight is like silver gauze, covering the pale face of the youth.
He looked blankly at his empty knee and suddenly woke up, as if he could not believe that the dream was illusory.
Crackling, the leaves were shaking up and down, with the smell of cold rain fell on his face.
Previously, it was a big drop, which immediately turned into a pouring rain.
The underground river is full of splashing water. The banana leaves are beaten too hard to lift their heads. In the fine water mist, birds are wet and fly low in the rain.
Mu Sheng wiped the water on his face, looked up to receive the rain, and the black eyes with dense water vapor became more and more moist in the rain curtain, as if with wet moisture.
He slowly dropped his eyes, fumbled in his arms and took out a crumpled paper package. Because of being soaked, the paper and paper were all together.
The raindrops ran down his cheek, gathered on his pale chin, and ran down his chin into his collar.
He quietly lifted the edge of the two pieces of paper and patiently separated them in the heavy rain. Five full jujubes were stacked together, but some of the sugar coating had melted away and the sticky soup was flowing.
"This is Jinsi jujube. It's specially for nourishing blood."
"My father said that eating jujube every day is healthy without aging."
"Keep it for later."
She cold fingers fed him a date, and then domineering to seal his lips, can not refuse to ask him to feel the sweet.
The sun falls from the towering bamboo forest, like wisps of sugar, birds chirp, her fingers are under his silent kiss.
Wet black hair stuck to his cheek, and the rain trickled down the tip of his hair. His face was a little blue, and his lips trembled in the extremely low temperature of the night.
He silently put a jujube in his mouth, feeling the late sweetness slowly open.It's sweet.
Black eyes flicker, looking up at the night sky without stars.
In the field of vision, countless raindrops fall from the vast sky, shining with silver light, like thousands of needles falling down, diving down to poke the earth into a riddled sieve.
He endured the darkness and cold and licked the sweetness left on his lips.
Cracks, always open again.
*
"it may rain outside."
The soup was boiling in the small casserole, and there was a thin blood gas mixed in the flavor of traditional Chinese medicine. Ling Miaomiao, holding a fan, looks down at the fire unskillfully, with a small piece of ash sticking to his nose.
"How do you know?" Mu Yao covered the wound on her wrist with a low eyebrow. Her face was a little pale, but she was still smiling peacefully.
"I think it's very earthy today." Miaomiao stared at the fire bitterly, fanned the wind impatiently, and made the fire swing left and right.
People don't like living in the basement for a reason. They don't see sunshine and blue sky all the year round, and their mood is easy to get worse. Ling Miaomiao has lived in the underground palace for three or four days, and he feels more and more irritable.
Palace of the Earth as like as two peas in the layout of Li Fu, or perhaps the only one who lived in Li Zhun's house is the magic monster. So he thought that the house of man should be like that, and built a exactly alike seat for himself. They live in the same room they used to live in.
But the underground world is like a beautiful imitation. No matter how ingenious it is, it can't match the real world.
In contrast, Mu Yao showed extraordinary patience.
The conditions put forward by the phantom demon are very bullying. They not only recruit them in the morning and dusk, but also deliberately make them look at Liu Fuyi, who is made into a puppet, to saddle her up. It's extremely ambiguous. They also ask Mu Yao to put some blood every day and boil medicine for Liu Fuyi.
Ling Miaomiao has just felt where the heroine's temper is reflected in these days: she not only promised, but also insisted for several days, endured heartache and waited for the opportunity without expression.
It's just
Behind a tall shadow, is Liu Fu clothes walked to the kitchen.
Three people crowded in the kitchen, a little cramped.
Miaomiao was in a mixed mood with the puppet. She raised her chin and stood in front of muyao: "what are you doing here?"
With a long bony hand stretched out from the indigo cuff, he picked up the empty bowl on the chopping board and looked like he was relieving the embarrassment of talking with strangers. He looked cold and indifferent: "ChuChu, let me see if you have cooked the medicine."
"All right." Mu Yao calmly dropped her eyes, took the bowl from his hand, lifted the lid of the casserole, filled a bowl with a spoon and put it on the tray.
Her white wrist was wrapped with a handkerchief, and with the movement, the handkerchief showed spots of blood.
The puppet looked at the wound indifferently and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Take it." Mu Yao peacefully handed the tray, but did not look into his eyes.
Liu Fu Yi turned to go, a hand suddenly stopped his waist, bowed his head, is a pair of bright apricot eyes, the girl raised her eyes staring at him, like a bravado Tiger: "sister Mu bloodletting to make medicine for you, don't you say a thank you?"
He was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "thank you very much."
Liu Fu's immortal figure drifted away.
The figure beside him suddenly tilted, the spoon on the chopping board was knocked off, and fell to the floor with a clang sound. Miaomiao caught Mu Yao in the confusion.
Mu Yao's face and lips are pale because of blood loss. She holds her forehead and her eyes are lax.
When she was conscious, she leaned back on the cold chair, a bowl was close to her lip, and the hot air in the bowl floated up and steamed on her face.
"Sister mu..." She opened her eyes. Ling Miaomiao's face was red. She stood in front of her chair and tilted the bowl. Hot water poured into her mouth. "You may be anemic. I borrowed the casserole from the kitchen and had some hot water
She quickly raised her hand to take the bowl, took it up and took a sip. The hot water went into her heart and pressed her heart.
Ling Miaomiao felt all over his body, and for a moment he was embarrassed: "ah, I didn't bring dates with me --" he immediately laughed again, and his eyes were bright. "There wasn't even a piece of sugar in the kitchen, and the cupboard was empty. There were so many small insects in it, more than centipede feet." She stretched out her hand and made an exaggerated gesture. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and said happily, "the magic demon only makes an empty shell in the kitchen, which is like a sand castle. It's not ridiculous."
Muyao quietly sipped the water, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, tears fell into the hot water, making a few clumps of small spray.
"Miaomiao, sit down and have a rest."
“……” Lin Miaomiao stares at Mu Yao who covers her face with a bowl. Can't her consolation magic work and make the goddess cry?
She squatted down, lying on muyao's knee like a kitten, looking up at her face: "sister mu, I had a dream yesterday that you and brother Liu were married. I lived in Wufang city for several years, and then continued to travel in the river. You have three children, two boys and a girl. The boys are always fighting, and the girls look like you."
"Sister mu, I've always been very accurate in my dreams. We must be able to have a crack."“……” Mu Yao put down the bowl, had a good cover up tears, looked at her smile gently, "since I and Fu Yi are in pairs, then you?"
"I..." Miaomiao pauses for a moment and returns to his mind, "I'll be the godmother of the child..." Her eyes turned, showing a pretty ghost animal's smile, "sister, would you let me be a little girl, and we two sisters serve a husband together? Then I don't have any opinions. Brother Liu must be willing to do so. "
She would have been stunned and angry before, but now Mu Yao knew what she meant and was amused by her.
In the dark underground palace, two people squat down and smile face to face for a while. They laugh like a little girl who has not been out of the palace. They clap hands in their boudoir to drink.
Mu Yao's heart swelled with warmth, and she was almost sure that Ling Miaomiao had no intention of Liu Fu's clothes.
But she's a good girl and deserves the best.
But, as she said, can she get through this without damage and grow old with him
"Sister mu." Miaomiao deliberated for a moment and said, "do you know how the phantom demon makes people into puppets?"
Mu Yao's hand trembled: "take out your heart first, and then curse."
"Then you say..." Miaomiao began to play with his hand and asked carelessly, "what if I take out my heart and go back?"
Mu Yao seemed to be stunned, then leaned over and attached to her ear: "to tell you the truth, I mean it." She lowered her voice. "I've looked around these days. The structure of the underground palace is the same as that of Li Fu, but there are some articles behind the screen in the hall."
"Behind the hall Is it the bedroom of the ten ladies and their wife? "
"Yes. Of all the rooms, only one has a seal on the door. As you said, the underground palace made by the phantom demon is an empty shell, and there is no need to guard against theft. If she sets a seal, there must be only one possibility - valuable things are stored in it. "
Miaomiao raised his head: "like brother Liu's heart?"
Two people look at each other, Mu Yao's eyes are half expectation, half deep anxiety.
Ling Miaomiao knows what Mu Yao is worried about. The two of them fall in the magic demon's territory. They are called guests. In fact, they are imprisoned in disguised form. The magic demon is not sure whether it is cloudy or sunny. When they are in a bad mood, they may be sentenced to death at any time. If you want to get Liu Fuyi's heart under such conditions, it's just like Arabian Nights.
But if you want to extricate yourself and save Liu Fuyi, it seems that there is only one way.
In fact, this is how the original works developed. At the end of the jingyangpo Festival, after several days of planning, muyao tries to get into the sealed secret room and is determined to take back Liu Fuyi's heart.
However, the magic demon's mind is full of twists and turns, and it is extremely insidious. In fact, it deliberately makes a false appearance, lures Mu Yao to take the bait, and deliberately arranges the killing plan to wait for her.
However, muyao is the master of the Mu family. In order to kill her at one stroke, the magic demon has to borrow from the heaven, the earth, the sun and the moon. She does not want to leave the main battlefield, so she opens the crack and makes the midnight moonlight shine into the underground palace.
At the critical moment, Mu Sheng, who was guarding the crack, took the opportunity to jump down and take the leading role group ashore.
Thinking of the Black Lotus, Ling Miaomiao has a headache.
Her book wearing has almost no influence on the plot of the hero and heroine, but since she met Mu Sheng, the route seems to have gone a little wrong.
In Taicang County, Musheng didn't kill Lingyu's family; in Chang'an City, Musheng used forbidden techniques twice for her, accelerating the process of blackening.
When she arrived at Jingyang slope, if the voice she gave to Mu Shenghao worked, it might have an impact on the time of his blackening, not to mention that one of his main combat powers, the demon collecting handle, was given to her.
If the butterfly effect is true, there may have been more than one hurricane. I'm afraid the world will be destroyed. She was not sure how he was up there, and could not guarantee that he would come to rescue Mu Yao at that critical moment.
So
"Sister mu, let's not observe any more. Let's grab brother Liu's heart tomorrow."
Mu Yao was stunned: "tomorrow?"
Since the magic demon intends to make a play, she takes advantage of the trap and takes advantage of it in advance to catch her off guard. Can she change the development of the plot and make the leading group less tortuous?
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Fu paper, like a thin and sharp Throwing Knife, spreads in the air and splits the long shadow of the ghost into several sections. The dark green thin blood of the ghosts splashed everywhere, accumulating pools of blood on the ground.
At present, there are only piles of demon corpses left. The ground of the underground palace is like a vegetable market after killing chickens and fish.
"Pa, PA, Pa." The clapping, with a long interval, was a heavy irony.
The little girl leans lazily on her chair, looks like she has no bones, and looks at the smoke left by the scattered ghosts with a smile: "it makes you get through the barrier. What should I say? There is no way out of heaven."
Mu Yao stares at the figure sitting next to the master holding tea. Her face is as pale as if she lost her soul. But Liu Fu Yi always looked down at the tea cup, and didn't even look up at them.
Miaomiao's hot cheeks turned red, and she was hard to blind spot the rest of the rune paper in her sleeve. Most of the rune paper that came from nowhere was quietly stuffed by Mu Sheng. She was so thick that she didn't even notice it.
According to his temperament, the Fu paper should be arranged according to different categories when it was given. Unfortunately, it was confused when it fell out. At that time, she and Mu Yao were just like people who were forced into a desperate situation. They found a box full of grenades and used them regardless of their properties. There were only five FU paper left in a stack.
She flattened the poor girl's finger and carefully tucked it into her sleeve.
Oh, what a waste
Suddenly I noticed that a wet and cold look fell on her face. I looked up blankly. The magic demon's face was a little ugly.
Most villains like to clap and humiliate the protagonist after cheering down to show that they are in charge of the overall situation. However, the magic demon's eloquent opening remarks made two people have no response: one is staring at Liu Fuyi as if he didn't hear her; the other seems to be listening, but actually he doesn't know what little action he is doing in his sleeve, My eyes are floating
The little girl stared at Miaomiao's hand and her face was overcast: "those pieces of broken Rune paper can't help me at all. I advise you not to hit the stone with your eggs and be smart. "
Miaomiao's face was stunned: "I'm just counting, and I'm not going to use it."
"What did you say?" The phantom suddenly raised its tone.
“…… It's nothing. " Miaomiao mumbles and shrinks behind muyao, only a pair of black and white apricot eyes twinkle.
However, muyao seems to have lost her spirit and takes a few quick steps. Miaomiao hides in the air, but she is not in a good mood. She catches up with muyao in a hurry.
She had already walked quickly in front of the young man, and her voice trembled: "brush your clothes..."
Liu Fu was sitting at the end of his clothes. His hair was soft and neat behind his white plain clothes. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand. His eyes were full of leisure, and his eyelashes were motionless. He seemed to turn a deaf ear.
"Sister mu..." Miaomiao nervously goes to pull the lost muyao.
"Fu Yi..." Mu Yao has already grasped Liu Fu's sleeve. She shakes it carefully like a little girl's playmate. Her voice is more and more floating, "you Look at me... "
Liu Fu Yi just had a reaction with her action, looking at the sleeve that she pulled, and then her eyes slowly moved to her face, with a deep blank in her eyes, hesitantly asked: "who is your excellency?"
His eyebrows and eyes are still so tender and affectionate, and the look in his eyes doesn't seem to be fake.
“……” Mu Yao suddenly let go, as if she had just touched a fire, the whole person pale as if the wind can fall, "you don't recognize me?"
The phantom lay lazily on the armchair.
Her hair is not as yellow and thin as it is in Li Zhun's house, and her hair is not in a bun. Her thick hair is on the back of the chair, with a cold purple light. She looks very evil when she looks at Mu Yao coldly.
"Sister mu..." Miaomiao whispered in the past, "brother Liu may have been controlled, just like the workers in the incense factory."
Before jumping down the crack, the magic demon said that she wanted to make Liu Fu's clothes into her own puppet doll.
In this world, the phantom demons control people with their hearts. When their hearts are out of the body, they take away all the seven emotions and six desires and memories.
When Mu Yao heard the speech, she turned around blankly, pale and frightening.
Liu Fuyi didn't answer her. Then he looked down at the tea cup in his hand seriously and meekly. What was in the tea cup was a brown unknown liquid, like a cool traditional Chinese medicine.
The phantom demon laughs two times and ignores Mu Yao. He reminds Liu Fu of his blood red lips and says: "I don't know where idle people come uninvited and disturb people's peace. I really don't know the etiquette. Brother Liu, shall we continue to drink tea? "
The little girl has a tender voice, a slender arm, a distant respect and a provocative expression.
Liu Fuyi took the cup to drink, with a gentle smile on her lips: "good."
"Wait a minute!" Mu Yao stopped him and turned to see the magic demon with a bleak look. "What did you give him to drink?"
Magic demon sighed, blood red lips down, quietly staring at the tea in the tea cup: "brother Liu, how to do, she is too noisy."Liu Fu's clothes looked like an obedient housekeeper. After hearing the words, he immediately put down his tea cup and got up. His smile was clean, and there was a strange anger between his eyebrows: "please leave my home with ChuChu immediately."
"ChuChu?" Mu Yao put on a bitter smile, "you wake up, she is not ChuChu."
Liu Fu Yi looked cold: "who is she? It's not your turn to talk to her."
“……” Mu Yao looked up at him with pale face and tears in her eyes. She said softly, "then you Or Liu Fu's clothes? "
The tone was a little cool, like the dew condensation in the early morning, which slowly penetrated into the cracks of the furniture. The moisture bit by bit eroded the wood, making it swollen and deformed.
There was a trace of confusion on the puppet's face. At that moment, it seemed that the familiar Liu Fuyi came back.
"What are you waiting for? Don't you start?" The magic demon's tone suddenly became extremely irritable. She stared at Liu Fuyi's back with a fierce face. Before her voice fell, he shot.
"Sister mu -" Miaomiao pulled her away, but it was still a step late. A strong wind came. The puppet Liu Fuyi raised her hand mercilessly and waved the thin Mu Yao to the ground.
"What are you doing?" Miaomiao pushed her to stagger, then squatted on the ground to see muyao. The girl sat on the ground, half of her face was swollen, and the corner of her mouth was still bleeding. She covered her face with her hand, and her eyes were full of despair.
Ling Miaomiao took a breath of cold air.
Beat people but not face This enigmatic plot, it seems that if the contradiction is not intense enough, it can not reflect the love of the hero and heroine
The puppet stared at the fragile figure on the ground, and a confused look flashed in his eyes again. The magic demon jumped down from the chair and came to Mu Yao step by step. Looking at her embarrassed look, he said with a smile, "I can't even drive her away. Since I want to stay like this, I'll stay."
Stay - it's both an invitation and a provocation. It means that they can have a chance to contact Liu Fuyi again, but they can't avoid watching him being manipulated by the magic demon and obeying her every day.
Mu Yao pursed her lips and swallowed the humiliation. She also accepted the invitation.
The phantom approached her ear and said with a smile, "didn't you ask me what I gave him to drink? Brother Liu, who has no heart, needs to drink blood for his life. Since you are here, you will be responsible for the work from now on. "
*
the whole body is crying with pain, as if the bones of the whole body have been crushed.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, the halo blurred into a piece, and the fragrance of powder floated in the room. He opened his eyes. The peony embroidered on the top of the white gauze tent was a piece of red, far and near, and could not see clearly.
There was light in front of his eyes, but the light was like a snowflake in winter, covering his eyelids without a trace of warmth.
It's cold
He struggled to sit up with his hands on the bed. The bamboo mat in summer printed a few marks on his palm. There was a whirling sound, accompanied by intense tinnitus. Then, the sound of a white porcelain spoon rubbing against the edge of the bowl came from his ear.
In front of her eyes, the woman's thick black hair was put into a noble and complicated bun, with a clear emerald hairpin inserted in it. The drop shaped earrings of her ears were shaking, and her eyebrows were stirring the medicine juice in her hands.
Her white dress had a loose knot on her abdomen, red on her chest, and her mouth was very low, almost revealing most of the crispy / chest.
"Here, drink the medicine." As soon as she looked up, she showed a face with delicate makeup. Her eyes were like two small hooks.
He shook his mind. The face in front of him was like a raging beast. He immediately stepped back vigilantly and opened his mouth coldly Aunt Rong
The export is the children's voice a few years ago, but also with a bit of hoarseness.
He remembered that he had just returned from training yesterday. He was seriously injured and needed to stay in bed for three days. It's just He looked around, the luxury furnishings and the fragrance of the house were out of place with him. How could he sleep in her room?
The woman frowned slightly, and a trace of discontent appeared in her eyes: "Xiao sheng'er, how do you call me aunt? I'm your mother."
“……” The boy was stunned for a long time and sat on the bed with his knees in his arms. His small face was half buried in his arms, revealing a pair of dark eyes like autumn water. His eyes were full of cold uneasiness and conflict: "aunt Rong, why do you call me Xiao sheng'er?"
The woman forced the spoon to the bowl, as if childishly with him: "mother has been calling you Xiao Sheng Er, don't you remember?"
Mother?
Xiao sheng'er
Headache suddenly hit, such as the tide over him, just wake up dizzy and vomiting, seems to make a comeback, instant consciousness fuzzy.
When it was clear, the woman had been sitting by the bed, spoon by spoon feeding him medicine.
The spoon was close to his lips, and the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine floated up along the heat. He deliberately closed his teeth.
"Drink it." She coaxed him gently. Seeing that he didn't open his mouth, she bowed her head and thought for a moment, nodded her head and said happily, "Xiao sheng'er feels bitter about the medicine, isn't he? I'll go and add a piece of sugar to you
He grabbed her skirt, and her 12-year-old face overlapped with his 18-year-old face. He couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or he had hallucination. He endured a headache and asked, "are you really my mother?""I'm your mother Xiao sheng'er. "
The world revolves It's cold
It seems that the whole person is soaking in the ice cave, and even the blood flow is frozen to be stagnant. His limbs are trapped in the snow, and the blanket like snow is melting, and the ice makes his hands and feet ache.
In a trance, he walks in the snow, leaving neat footprints. In front of him is mu Yao, who was a young girl, tall and thin, blurred into a halo, integrated with the sky and the snow.
"Sister..."
The girl looked back in amazement: "who are you?"
His dizziness was severe: "I am a Sheng, your brother..."
Mu Yao's eyes were full of surprise, and she said with a smile for a long time: "little brother, I'm afraid you've recognized the wrong person. My mother has no son. Aunt Rong has only one daughter. Where's my brother from? "
She shakes her head in a funny way, turns around and leaves him behind. The faster he goes, the faster his figure gradually disappears into the vast snow.
In front of his eyes, he was white, and the heavy snow covered his shoulders.
"Aunt Rong has only one daughter..."
"Then I Who is it... "
The headache is sharp and piercing. It's like the root system of a plant has to take root in the skull and occupy his whole body. He loses consciousness repeatedly in the spasmodic pain. Only when the pain subsides can he remember something in the retreat.
It was a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream.
It's just, cracks
There are still people waiting for him under the crack.
Finally, all the senses are back.
It's getting dark, and he's still soaking in the cold stream, with injuries on his body. If he doesn't take the time to get up at this time, when the Yin and Yang split to the dark side, the stream will turn into an underground river, which will be another disaster.
Struggling to climb to the shore, the boy used all his strength to lean against the tree trunk. His wet clothes seemed to weigh a thousand jin, wet and cold.
The wind moved the trees and the grass gave off a moist fragrance. There seemed to be a fairy passing by in the forest, and a fragrant wind came to him.
The strange and familiar figure was low, humming innocent songs in her mouth, and gently approached him. The familiar Gardenia fragrance in her hair smelled like a drunk among flowers.
It was in his heart.
Previously, he despised the fragrance of hair combing water, but now, it seems to be the only proof of his life.
In a trance, the girl from the forest hooked his neck and gave him a cold and gentle kiss on his cheek. Her soft lips were like clouds in the sky and haze in the mountains.
He took her by the waist, put her on his lap, clasped her fingers, leaned over and kissed her, as if to confine the cloud in his arms and rub it into his chest.
As long as you don't let her go, it will always belong to him.
The young man closed his eyes, raised his long eyelashes, and wandered on her lips. It seemed that all his violent emotions were in the mountains and clouds, and he could repose them tenderly.
After a long time, he released her, stretched out his fingers and stroked her ruddy lips back and forth. His voice was a little dumb: "didn't you jump into the crack?"
Her fingers also gently swept his cheek, black and white apricot eyes have infinite pity: "yes, so, I'm just your dream."
After that, the figure in my arms dissipated immediately.
The moonlight is like silver gauze, covering the pale face of the youth.
He looked blankly at his empty knee and suddenly woke up, as if he could not believe that the dream was illusory.
Crackling, the leaves were shaking up and down, with the smell of cold rain fell on his face.
Previously, it was a big drop, which immediately turned into a pouring rain.
The underground river is full of splashing water. The banana leaves are beaten too hard to lift their heads. In the fine water mist, birds are wet and fly low in the rain.
Mu Sheng wiped the water on his face, looked up to receive the rain, and the black eyes with dense water vapor became more and more moist in the rain curtain, as if with wet moisture.
He slowly dropped his eyes, fumbled in his arms and took out a crumpled paper package. Because of being soaked, the paper and paper were all together.
The raindrops ran down his cheek, gathered on his pale chin, and ran down his chin into his collar.
He quietly lifted the edge of the two pieces of paper and patiently separated them in the heavy rain. Five full jujubes were stacked together, but some of the sugar coating had melted away and the sticky soup was flowing.
"This is Jinsi jujube. It's specially for nourishing blood."
"My father said that eating jujube every day is healthy without aging."
"Keep it for later."
She cold fingers fed him a date, and then domineering to seal his lips, can not refuse to ask him to feel the sweet.
The sun falls from the towering bamboo forest, like wisps of sugar, birds chirp, her fingers are under his silent kiss.
Wet black hair stuck to his cheek, and the rain trickled down the tip of his hair. His face was a little blue, and his lips trembled in the extremely low temperature of the night.
He silently put a jujube in his mouth, feeling the late sweetness slowly open.It's sweet.
Black eyes flicker, looking up at the night sky without stars.
In the field of vision, countless raindrops fall from the vast sky, shining with silver light, like thousands of needles falling down, diving down to poke the earth into a riddled sieve.
He endured the darkness and cold and licked the sweetness left on his lips.
Cracks, always open again.
*
"it may rain outside."
The soup was boiling in the small casserole, and there was a thin blood gas mixed in the flavor of traditional Chinese medicine. Ling Miaomiao, holding a fan, looks down at the fire unskillfully, with a small piece of ash sticking to his nose.
"How do you know?" Mu Yao covered the wound on her wrist with a low eyebrow. Her face was a little pale, but she was still smiling peacefully.
"I think it's very earthy today." Miaomiao stared at the fire bitterly, fanned the wind impatiently, and made the fire swing left and right.
People don't like living in the basement for a reason. They don't see sunshine and blue sky all the year round, and their mood is easy to get worse. Ling Miaomiao has lived in the underground palace for three or four days, and he feels more and more irritable.
Palace of the Earth as like as two peas in the layout of Li Fu, or perhaps the only one who lived in Li Zhun's house is the magic monster. So he thought that the house of man should be like that, and built a exactly alike seat for himself. They live in the same room they used to live in.
But the underground world is like a beautiful imitation. No matter how ingenious it is, it can't match the real world.
In contrast, Mu Yao showed extraordinary patience.
The conditions put forward by the phantom demon are very bullying. They not only recruit them in the morning and dusk, but also deliberately make them look at Liu Fuyi, who is made into a puppet, to saddle her up. It's extremely ambiguous. They also ask Mu Yao to put some blood every day and boil medicine for Liu Fuyi.
Ling Miaomiao has just felt where the heroine's temper is reflected in these days: she not only promised, but also insisted for several days, endured heartache and waited for the opportunity without expression.
It's just
Behind a tall shadow, is Liu Fu clothes walked to the kitchen.
Three people crowded in the kitchen, a little cramped.
Miaomiao was in a mixed mood with the puppet. She raised her chin and stood in front of muyao: "what are you doing here?"
With a long bony hand stretched out from the indigo cuff, he picked up the empty bowl on the chopping board and looked like he was relieving the embarrassment of talking with strangers. He looked cold and indifferent: "ChuChu, let me see if you have cooked the medicine."
"All right." Mu Yao calmly dropped her eyes, took the bowl from his hand, lifted the lid of the casserole, filled a bowl with a spoon and put it on the tray.
Her white wrist was wrapped with a handkerchief, and with the movement, the handkerchief showed spots of blood.
The puppet looked at the wound indifferently and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Take it." Mu Yao peacefully handed the tray, but did not look into his eyes.
Liu Fu Yi turned to go, a hand suddenly stopped his waist, bowed his head, is a pair of bright apricot eyes, the girl raised her eyes staring at him, like a bravado Tiger: "sister Mu bloodletting to make medicine for you, don't you say a thank you?"
He was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "thank you very much."
Liu Fu's immortal figure drifted away.
The figure beside him suddenly tilted, the spoon on the chopping board was knocked off, and fell to the floor with a clang sound. Miaomiao caught Mu Yao in the confusion.
Mu Yao's face and lips are pale because of blood loss. She holds her forehead and her eyes are lax.
When she was conscious, she leaned back on the cold chair, a bowl was close to her lip, and the hot air in the bowl floated up and steamed on her face.
"Sister mu..." She opened her eyes. Ling Miaomiao's face was red. She stood in front of her chair and tilted the bowl. Hot water poured into her mouth. "You may be anemic. I borrowed the casserole from the kitchen and had some hot water
She quickly raised her hand to take the bowl, took it up and took a sip. The hot water went into her heart and pressed her heart.
Ling Miaomiao felt all over his body, and for a moment he was embarrassed: "ah, I didn't bring dates with me --" he immediately laughed again, and his eyes were bright. "There wasn't even a piece of sugar in the kitchen, and the cupboard was empty. There were so many small insects in it, more than centipede feet." She stretched out her hand and made an exaggerated gesture. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and said happily, "the magic demon only makes an empty shell in the kitchen, which is like a sand castle. It's not ridiculous."
Muyao quietly sipped the water, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, tears fell into the hot water, making a few clumps of small spray.
"Miaomiao, sit down and have a rest."
“……” Lin Miaomiao stares at Mu Yao who covers her face with a bowl. Can't her consolation magic work and make the goddess cry?
She squatted down, lying on muyao's knee like a kitten, looking up at her face: "sister mu, I had a dream yesterday that you and brother Liu were married. I lived in Wufang city for several years, and then continued to travel in the river. You have three children, two boys and a girl. The boys are always fighting, and the girls look like you."
"Sister mu, I've always been very accurate in my dreams. We must be able to have a crack."“……” Mu Yao put down the bowl, had a good cover up tears, looked at her smile gently, "since I and Fu Yi are in pairs, then you?"
"I..." Miaomiao pauses for a moment and returns to his mind, "I'll be the godmother of the child..." Her eyes turned, showing a pretty ghost animal's smile, "sister, would you let me be a little girl, and we two sisters serve a husband together? Then I don't have any opinions. Brother Liu must be willing to do so. "
She would have been stunned and angry before, but now Mu Yao knew what she meant and was amused by her.
In the dark underground palace, two people squat down and smile face to face for a while. They laugh like a little girl who has not been out of the palace. They clap hands in their boudoir to drink.
Mu Yao's heart swelled with warmth, and she was almost sure that Ling Miaomiao had no intention of Liu Fu's clothes.
But she's a good girl and deserves the best.
But, as she said, can she get through this without damage and grow old with him
"Sister mu." Miaomiao deliberated for a moment and said, "do you know how the phantom demon makes people into puppets?"
Mu Yao's hand trembled: "take out your heart first, and then curse."
"Then you say..." Miaomiao began to play with his hand and asked carelessly, "what if I take out my heart and go back?"
Mu Yao seemed to be stunned, then leaned over and attached to her ear: "to tell you the truth, I mean it." She lowered her voice. "I've looked around these days. The structure of the underground palace is the same as that of Li Fu, but there are some articles behind the screen in the hall."
"Behind the hall Is it the bedroom of the ten ladies and their wife? "
"Yes. Of all the rooms, only one has a seal on the door. As you said, the underground palace made by the phantom demon is an empty shell, and there is no need to guard against theft. If she sets a seal, there must be only one possibility - valuable things are stored in it. "
Miaomiao raised his head: "like brother Liu's heart?"
Two people look at each other, Mu Yao's eyes are half expectation, half deep anxiety.
Ling Miaomiao knows what Mu Yao is worried about. The two of them fall in the magic demon's territory. They are called guests. In fact, they are imprisoned in disguised form. The magic demon is not sure whether it is cloudy or sunny. When they are in a bad mood, they may be sentenced to death at any time. If you want to get Liu Fuyi's heart under such conditions, it's just like Arabian Nights.
But if you want to extricate yourself and save Liu Fuyi, it seems that there is only one way.
In fact, this is how the original works developed. At the end of the jingyangpo Festival, after several days of planning, muyao tries to get into the sealed secret room and is determined to take back Liu Fuyi's heart.
However, the magic demon's mind is full of twists and turns, and it is extremely insidious. In fact, it deliberately makes a false appearance, lures Mu Yao to take the bait, and deliberately arranges the killing plan to wait for her.
However, muyao is the master of the Mu family. In order to kill her at one stroke, the magic demon has to borrow from the heaven, the earth, the sun and the moon. She does not want to leave the main battlefield, so she opens the crack and makes the midnight moonlight shine into the underground palace.
At the critical moment, Mu Sheng, who was guarding the crack, took the opportunity to jump down and take the leading role group ashore.
Thinking of the Black Lotus, Ling Miaomiao has a headache.
Her book wearing has almost no influence on the plot of the hero and heroine, but since she met Mu Sheng, the route seems to have gone a little wrong.
In Taicang County, Musheng didn't kill Lingyu's family; in Chang'an City, Musheng used forbidden techniques twice for her, accelerating the process of blackening.
When she arrived at Jingyang slope, if the voice she gave to Mu Shenghao worked, it might have an impact on the time of his blackening, not to mention that one of his main combat powers, the demon collecting handle, was given to her.
If the butterfly effect is true, there may have been more than one hurricane. I'm afraid the world will be destroyed. She was not sure how he was up there, and could not guarantee that he would come to rescue Mu Yao at that critical moment.
So
"Sister mu, let's not observe any more. Let's grab brother Liu's heart tomorrow."
Mu Yao was stunned: "tomorrow?"
Since the magic demon intends to make a play, she takes advantage of the trap and takes advantage of it in advance to catch her off guard. Can she change the development of the plot and make the leading group less tortuous?
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Fu paper, like a thin and sharp Throwing Knife, spreads in the air and splits the long shadow of the ghost into several sections. The dark green thin blood of the ghosts splashed everywhere, accumulating pools of blood on the ground. At present, there are only piles of demon corpses left. The ground of the underground palace is like a vegetable market after killing chickens and fish. "Pa, PA, Pa." The clapping, with a long interval, was a heavy irony. The little girl leans lazily on her chair, looks like she has no bones, and looks at the smoke left by the scattered ghosts with a smile: "it makes you get through the barrier. What should I say? There is no way out of heaven." Mu Yao stares at the figure sitting next to the master holding tea. Her face is as pale as if she lost her soul. But Liu Fu Yi always looked down at the tea cup, and didn't even look up at them. Miaomiao's hot cheeks turned red, and she was hard to blind spot the rest of the rune paper in her sleeve. Most of the rune paper that came from nowhere was quietly stuffed by Mu Sheng. She was so thick that she didn't even notice it. According to his temperament, the Fu paper should be arranged according to different categories when it was given. Unfortunately, it was confused when it fell out. At that time, she and Mu Yao were just like people who were forced into a desperate situation. They found a box full of grenades and used them regardless of their properties. There were only five FU paper left in a stack. She flattened the poor girl's finger and carefully tucked it into her sleeve. Oh, what a waste Suddenly I noticed that a wet and cold look fell on her face. I looked up blankly. The magic demon's face was a little ugly. Most villains like to clap and humiliate the protagonist after cheering down to show that they are in charge of the overall situation. However, the magic demon's eloquent opening remarks made two people have no response: one is staring at Liu Fuyi as if he didn't hear her; the other seems to be listening, but actually he doesn't know what little action he is doing in his sleeve, My eyes are floating The little girl stared at Miaomiao's hand and her face was overcast: "those pieces of broken Rune paper can't help me at all. I advise you not to hit the stone with your eggs and be smart. " Miaomiao's face was stunned: "I'm just counting, and I'm not going to use it." "What did you say?" The phantom suddenly raised its tone. It's nothing. " Miaomiao mumbles and shrinks behind muyao, only a pair of black and white apricot eyes twinkle. However, muyao seems to have lost her spirit and takes a few quick steps. Miaomiao hides in the air, but she is not in a good mood. She catches up with muyao in a hurry. She had already walked quickly in front of the young man, and her voice trembled: "brush your clothes..." Liu Fu was sitting at the end of his clothes. His hair was soft and neat behind his white plain clothes. He was holding a cup of tea in his hand. His eyes were full of leisure, and his eyelashes were motionless. He seemed to turn a deaf ear. "Sister mu..." Miaomiao nervously goes to pull the lost muyao. "Fu Yi..." Mu Yao has already grasped Liu Fu's sleeve. She shakes it carefully like a little girl's playmate. Her voice is more and more floating, "you Look at me... " Liu Fu Yi just had a reaction with her action, looking at the sleeve that she pulled, and then her eyes slowly moved to her face, with a deep blank in her eyes, hesitantly asked: "who is your excellency?" His eyebrows and eyes are still so tender and affectionate, and the look in his eyes doesn't seem to be fake. Mu Yao suddenly let go, as if she had just touched a fire, the whole person pale as if the wind can fall, "you don't recognize me?" The phantom lay lazily on the armchair. Her hair is not as yellow and thin as it is in Li Zhun's house, and her hair is not in a bun. Her thick hair is on the back of the chair, with a cold purple light. She looks very evil when she looks at Mu Yao coldly. "Sister mu..." Miaomiao whispered in the past, "brother Liu may have been controlled, just like the workers in the incense factory." Before jumping down the crack, the magic demon said that she wanted to make Liu Fu's clothes into her own puppet doll. In this world, the phantom demons control people with their hearts. When their hearts are out of the body, they take away all the seven emotions and six desires and memories. When Mu Yao heard the speech, she turned around blankly, pale and frightening. Liu Fuyi didn't answer her. Then he looked down at the tea cup in his hand seriously and meekly. What was in the tea cup was a brown unknown liquid, like a cool traditional Chinese medicine. The phantom demon laughs two times and ignores Mu Yao. He reminds Liu Fu of his blood red lips and says: "I don't know where idle people come uninvited and disturb people's peace. I really don't know the etiquette. Brother Liu, shall we continue to drink tea? " The little girl has a tender voice, a slender arm, a distant respect and a provocative expression. Liu Fuyi took the cup to drink, with a gentle smile on her lips: "good." "Wait a minute!" Mu Yao stopped him and turned to see the magic demon with a bleak look. "What did you give him to drink?" Magic demon sighed, blood red lips down, quietly staring at the tea in the tea cup: "brother Liu, how to do, she is too noisy."Liu Fu's clothes looked like an obedient housekeeper. After hearing the words, he immediately put down his tea cup and got up. His smile was clean, and there was a strange anger between his eyebrows: "please leave my home with ChuChu immediately." "ChuChu?" Mu Yao put on a bitter smile, "you wake up, she is not ChuChu." Liu Fu Yi looked cold: "who is she? It's not your turn to talk to her." Mu Yao looked up at him with pale face and tears in her eyes. She said softly, "then you Or Liu Fu's clothes? " The tone was a little cool, like the dew condensation in the early morning, which slowly penetrated into the cracks of the furniture. The moisture bit by bit eroded the wood, making it swollen and deformed. There was a trace of confusion on the puppet's face. At that moment, it seemed that the familiar Liu Fuyi came back. "What are you waiting for? Don't you start?" The magic demon's tone suddenly became extremely irritable. She stared at Liu Fuyi's back with a fierce face. Before her voice fell, he shot. "Sister mu -" Miaomiao pulled her away, but it was still a step late. A strong wind came. The puppet Liu Fuyi raised her hand mercilessly and waved the thin Mu Yao to the ground. "What are you doing?" Miaomiao pushed her to stagger, then squatted on the ground to see muyao. The girl sat on the ground, half of her face was swollen, and the corner of her mouth was still bleeding. She covered her face with her hand, and her eyes were full of despair. Ling Miaomiao took a breath of cold air. Beat people but not face This enigmatic plot, it seems that if the contradiction is not intense enough, it can not reflect the love of the hero and heroine The puppet stared at the fragile figure on the ground, and a confused look flashed in his eyes again. The magic demon jumped down from the chair and came to Mu Yao step by step. Looking at her embarrassed look, he said with a smile, "I can't even drive her away. Since I want to stay like this, I'll stay." Stay - it's both an invitation and a provocation. It means that they can have a chance to contact Liu Fuyi again, but they can't avoid watching him being manipulated by the magic demon and obeying her every day. Mu Yao pursed her lips and swallowed the humiliation. She also accepted the invitation. The phantom approached her ear and said with a smile, "didn't you ask me what I gave him to drink? Brother Liu, who has no heart, needs to drink blood for his life. Since you are here, you will be responsible for the work from now on. " * the whole body is crying with pain, as if the bones of the whole body have been crushed. His eyelashes trembled slightly, the halo blurred into a piece, and the fragrance of powder floated in the room. He opened his eyes. The peony embroidered on the top of the white gauze tent was a piece of red, far and near, and could not see clearly. There was light in front of his eyes, but the light was like a snowflake in winter, covering his eyelids without a trace of warmth. It's cold He struggled to sit up with his hands on the bed. The bamboo mat in summer printed a few marks on his palm. There was a whirling sound, accompanied by intense tinnitus. Then, the sound of a white porcelain spoon rubbing against the edge of the bowl came from his ear. In front of her eyes, the woman's thick black hair was put into a noble and complicated bun, with a clear emerald hairpin inserted in it. The drop shaped earrings of her ears were shaking, and her eyebrows were stirring the medicine juice in her hands. Her white dress had a loose knot on her abdomen, red on her chest, and her mouth was very low, almost revealing most of the crispy / chest. "Here, drink the medicine." As soon as she looked up, she showed a face with delicate makeup. Her eyes were like two small hooks. He shook his mind. The face in front of him was like a raging beast. He immediately stepped back vigilantly and opened his mouth coldly Aunt Rong The export is the children's voice a few years ago, but also with a bit of hoarseness. He remembered that he had just returned from training yesterday. He was seriously injured and needed to stay in bed for three days. It's just He looked around, the luxury furnishings and the fragrance of the house were out of place with him. How could he sleep in her room? The woman frowned slightly, and a trace of discontent appeared in her eyes: "Xiao sheng'er, how do you call me aunt? I'm your mother." The boy was stunned for a long time and sat on the bed with his knees in his arms. His small face was half buried in his arms, revealing a pair of dark eyes like autumn water. His eyes were full of cold uneasiness and conflict: "aunt Rong, why do you call me Xiao sheng'er?" The woman forced the spoon to the bowl, as if childishly with him: "mother has been calling you Xiao Sheng Er, don't you remember?" Mother? Xiao sheng'er Headache suddenly hit, such as the tide over him, just wake up dizzy and vomiting, seems to make a comeback, instant consciousness fuzzy. When it was clear, the woman had been sitting by the bed, spoon by spoon feeding him medicine. The spoon was close to his lips, and the bitter taste of traditional Chinese medicine floated up along the heat. He deliberately closed his teeth. "Drink it." She coaxed him gently. Seeing that he didn't open his mouth, she bowed her head and thought for a moment, nodded her head and said happily, "Xiao sheng'er feels bitter about the medicine, isn't he? I'll go and add a piece of sugar to you He grabbed her skirt, and her 12-year-old face overlapped with his 18-year-old face. He couldn't tell whether it was Zhuang Zhou Mengdie or he had hallucination. He endured a headache and asked, "are you really my mother?""I'm your mother Xiao sheng'er. " The world revolves It's cold It seems that the whole person is soaking in the ice cave, and even the blood flow is frozen to be stagnant. His limbs are trapped in the snow, and the blanket like snow is melting, and the ice makes his hands and feet ache. In a trance, he walks in the snow, leaving neat footprints. In front of him is mu Yao, who was a young girl, tall and thin, blurred into a halo, integrated with the sky and the snow. "Sister..." The girl looked back in amazement: "who are you?" His dizziness was severe: "I am a Sheng, your brother..." Mu Yao's eyes were full of surprise, and she said with a smile for a long time: "little brother, I'm afraid you've recognized the wrong person. My mother has no son. Aunt Rong has only one daughter. Where's my brother from? " She shakes her head in a funny way, turns around and leaves him behind. The faster he goes, the faster his figure gradually disappears into the vast snow. In front of his eyes, he was white, and the heavy snow covered his shoulders. "Aunt Rong has only one daughter..." "Then I Who is it... " The headache is sharp and piercing. It's like the root system of a plant has to take root in the skull and occupy his whole body. He loses consciousness repeatedly in the spasmodic pain. Only when the pain subsides can he remember something in the retreat. It was a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream, a dream in a dream. It's just, cracks There are still people waiting for him under the crack. Finally, all the senses are back. It's getting dark, and he's still soaking in the cold stream, with injuries on his body. If he doesn't take the time to get up at this time, when the Yin and Yang split to the dark side, the stream will turn into an underground river, which will be another disaster. Struggling to climb to the shore, the boy used all his strength to lean against the tree trunk. His wet clothes seemed to weigh a thousand jin, wet and cold. The wind moved the trees and the grass gave off a moist fragrance. There seemed to be a fairy passing by in the forest, and a fragrant wind came to him. The strange and familiar figure was low, humming innocent songs in her mouth, and gently approached him. The familiar Gardenia fragrance in her hair smelled like a drunk among flowers. It was in his heart. Previously, he despised the fragrance of hair combing water, but now, it seems to be the only proof of his life. In a trance, the girl from the forest hooked his neck and gave him a cold and gentle kiss on his cheek. Her soft lips were like clouds in the sky and haze in the mountains. He took her by the waist, put her on his lap, clasped her fingers, leaned over and kissed her, as if to confine the cloud in his arms and rub it into his chest. As long as you don't let her go, it will always belong to him. The young man closed his eyes, raised his long eyelashes, and wandered on her lips. It seemed that all his violent emotions were in the mountains and clouds, and he could repose them tenderly. After a long time, he released her, stretched out his fingers and stroked her ruddy lips back and forth. His voice was a little dumb: "didn't you jump into the crack?" Her fingers also gently swept his cheek, black and white apricot eyes have infinite pity: "yes, so, I'm just your dream." After that, the figure in my arms dissipated immediately. The moonlight is like silver gauze, covering the pale face of the youth. He looked blankly at his empty knee and suddenly woke up, as if he could not believe that the dream was illusory. Crackling, the leaves were shaking up and down, with the smell of cold rain fell on his face. Previously, it was a big drop, which immediately turned into a pouring rain. The underground river is full of splashing water. The banana leaves are beaten too hard to lift their heads. In the fine water mist, birds are wet and fly low in the rain. Mu Sheng wiped the water on his face, looked up to receive the rain, and the black eyes with dense water vapor became more and more moist in the rain curtain, as if with wet moisture. He slowly dropped his eyes, fumbled in his arms and took out a crumpled paper package. Because of being soaked, the paper and paper were all together. The raindrops ran down his cheek, gathered on his pale chin, and ran down his chin into his collar. He quietly lifted the edge of the two pieces of paper and patiently separated them in the heavy rain. Five full jujubes were stacked together, but some of the sugar coating had melted away and the sticky soup was flowing. "This is Jinsi jujube. It's specially for nourishing blood." "My father said that eating jujube every day is healthy without aging." "Keep it for later." She cold fingers fed him a date, and then domineering to seal his lips, can not refuse to ask him to feel the sweet. The sun falls from the towering bamboo forest, like wisps of sugar, birds chirp, her fingers are under his silent kiss. Wet black hair stuck to his cheek, and the rain trickled down the tip of his hair. His face was a little blue, and his lips trembled in the extremely low temperature of the night. He silently put a jujube in his mouth, feeling the late sweetness slowly open.It's sweet. Black eyes flicker, looking up at the night sky without stars. In the field of vision, countless raindrops fall from the vast sky, shining with silver light, like thousands of needles falling down, diving down to poke the earth into a riddled sieve. He endured the darkness and cold and licked the sweetness left on his lips. Cracks, always open again. * "it may rain outside." The soup was boiling in the small casserole, and there was a thin blood gas mixed in the flavor of traditional Chinese medicine. Ling Miaomiao, holding a fan, looks down at the fire unskillfully, with a small piece of ash sticking to his nose. "How do you know?" Mu Yao covered the wound on her wrist with a low eyebrow. Her face was a little pale, but she was still smiling peacefully. "I think it's very earthy today." Miaomiao stared at the fire bitterly, fanned the wind impatiently, and made the fire swing left and right. People don't like living in the basement for a reason. They don't see sunshine and blue sky all the year round, and their mood is easy to get worse. Ling Miaomiao has lived in the underground palace for three or four days, and he feels more and more irritable. Palace of the Earth as like as two peas in the layout of Li Fu, or perhaps the only one who lived in Li Zhun's house is the magic monster. So he thought that the house of man should be like that, and built a exactly alike seat for himself. They live in the same room they used to live in. But the underground world is like a beautiful imitation. No matter how ingenious it is, it can't match the real world. In contrast, Mu Yao showed extraordinary patience. The conditions put forward by the phantom demon are very bullying. They not only recruit them in the morning and dusk, but also deliberately make them look at Liu Fuyi, who is made into a puppet, to saddle her up. It's extremely ambiguous. They also ask Mu Yao to put some blood every day and boil medicine for Liu Fuyi. Ling Miaomiao has just felt where the heroine's temper is reflected in these days: she not only promised, but also insisted for several days, endured heartache and waited for the opportunity without expression. It's just Behind a tall shadow, is Liu Fu clothes walked to the kitchen. Three people crowded in the kitchen, a little cramped. Miaomiao was in a mixed mood with the puppet. She raised her chin and stood in front of muyao: "what are you doing here?" With a long bony hand stretched out from the indigo cuff, he picked up the empty bowl on the chopping board and looked like he was relieving the embarrassment of talking with strangers. He looked cold and indifferent: "ChuChu, let me see if you have cooked the medicine." "All right." Mu Yao calmly dropped her eyes, took the bowl from his hand, lifted the lid of the casserole, filled a bowl with a spoon and put it on the tray. Her white wrist was wrapped with a handkerchief, and with the movement, the handkerchief showed spots of blood. The puppet looked at the wound indifferently and didn't know what he was thinking. "Take it." Mu Yao peacefully handed the tray, but did not look into his eyes. Liu Fu Yi turned to go, a hand suddenly stopped his waist, bowed his head, is a pair of bright apricot eyes, the girl raised her eyes staring at him, like a bravado Tiger: "sister Mu bloodletting to make medicine for you, don't you say a thank you?" He was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "thank you very much." Liu Fu's immortal figure drifted away. The figure beside him suddenly tilted, the spoon on the chopping board was knocked off, and fell to the floor with a clang sound. Miaomiao caught Mu Yao in the confusion. Mu Yao's face and lips are pale because of blood loss. She holds her forehead and her eyes are lax. When she was conscious, she leaned back on the cold chair, a bowl was close to her lip, and the hot air in the bowl floated up and steamed on her face. "Sister mu..." She opened her eyes. Ling Miaomiao's face was red. She stood in front of her chair and tilted the bowl. Hot water poured into her mouth. "You may be anemic. I borrowed the casserole from the kitchen and had some hot water She quickly raised her hand to take the bowl, took it up and took a sip. The hot water went into her heart and pressed her heart. Ling Miaomiao felt all over his body, and for a moment he was embarrassed: "ah, I didn't bring dates with me --" he immediately laughed again, and his eyes were bright. "There wasn't even a piece of sugar in the kitchen, and the cupboard was empty. There were so many small insects in it, more than centipede feet." She stretched out her hand and made an exaggerated gesture. She wrinkled her nose in disgust and said happily, "the magic demon only makes an empty shell in the kitchen, which is like a sand castle. It's not ridiculous." Muyao quietly sipped the water, slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, tears fell into the hot water, making a few clumps of small spray. "Miaomiao, sit down and have a rest." Lin Miaomiao stares at Mu Yao who covers her face with a bowl. Can't her consolation magic work and make the goddess cry? She squatted down, lying on muyao's knee like a kitten, looking up at her face: "sister mu, I had a dream yesterday that you and brother Liu were married. I lived in Wufang city for several years, and then continued to travel in the river. You have three children, two boys and a girl. The boys are always fighting, and the girls look like you." "Sister mu, I've always been very accurate in my dreams. We must be able to have a crack." Mu Yao put down the bowl, had a good cover up tears, looked at her smile gently, "since I and Fu Yi are in pairs, then you?" "I..." Miaomiao pauses for a moment and returns to his mind, "I'll be the godmother of the child..." Her eyes turned, showing a pretty ghost animal's smile, "sister, would you let me be a little girl, and we two sisters serve a husband together? Then I don't have any opinions. Brother Liu must be willing to do so. " She would have been stunned and angry before, but now Mu Yao knew what she meant and was amused by her. In the dark underground palace, two people squat down and smile face to face for a while. They laugh like a little girl who has not been out of the palace. They clap hands in their boudoir to drink. Mu Yao's heart swelled with warmth, and she was almost sure that Ling Miaomiao had no intention of Liu Fu's clothes. But she's a good girl and deserves the best. But, as she said, can she get through this without damage and grow old with him "Sister mu." Miaomiao deliberated for a moment and said, "do you know how the phantom demon makes people into puppets?" Mu Yao's hand trembled: "take out your heart first, and then curse." "Then you say..." Miaomiao began to play with his hand and asked carelessly, "what if I take out my heart and go back?" Mu Yao seemed to be stunned, then leaned over and attached to her ear: "to tell you the truth, I mean it." She lowered her voice. "I've looked around these days. The structure of the underground palace is the same as that of Li Fu, but there are some articles behind the screen in the hall." "Behind the hall Is it the bedroom of the ten ladies and their wife? " "Yes. Of all the rooms, only one has a seal on the door. As you said, the underground palace made by the phantom demon is an empty shell, and there is no need to guard against theft. If she sets a seal, there must be only one possibility - valuable things are stored in it. " Miaomiao raised his head: "like brother Liu's heart?" Two people look at each other, Mu Yao's eyes are half expectation, half deep anxiety. Ling Miaomiao knows what Mu Yao is worried about. The two of them fall in the magic demon's territory. They are called guests. In fact, they are imprisoned in disguised form. The magic demon is not sure whether it is cloudy or sunny. When they are in a bad mood, they may be sentenced to death at any time. If you want to get Liu Fuyi's heart under such conditions, it's just like Arabian Nights. But if you want to extricate yourself and save Liu Fuyi, it seems that there is only one way. In fact, this is how the original works developed. At the end of the jingyangpo Festival, after several days of planning, muyao tries to get into the sealed secret room and is determined to take back Liu Fuyi's heart. However, the magic demon's mind is full of twists and turns, and it is extremely insidious. In fact, it deliberately makes a false appearance, lures Mu Yao to take the bait, and deliberately arranges the killing plan to wait for her. However, muyao is the master of the Mu family. In order to kill her at one stroke, the magic demon has to borrow from the heaven, the earth, the sun and the moon. She does not want to leave the main battlefield, so she opens the crack and makes the midnight moonlight shine into the underground palace. At the critical moment, Mu Sheng, who was guarding the crack, took the opportunity to jump down and take the leading role group ashore. Thinking of the Black Lotus, Ling Miaomiao has a headache. Her book wearing has almost no influence on the plot of the hero and heroine, but since she met Mu Sheng, the route seems to have gone a little wrong. In Taicang County, Musheng didn't kill Lingyu's family; in Chang'an City, Musheng used forbidden techniques twice for her, accelerating the process of blackening. When she arrived at Jingyang slope, if the voice she gave to Mu Shenghao worked, it might have an impact on the time of his blackening, not to mention that one of his main combat powers, the demon collecting handle, was given to her. If the butterfly effect is true, there may have been more than one hurricane. I'm afraid the world will be destroyed. She was not sure how he was up there, and could not guarantee that he would come to rescue Mu Yao at that critical moment. So "Sister mu, let's not observe any more. Let's grab brother Liu's heart tomorrow." Mu Yao was stunned: "tomorrow?" Since the magic demon intends to make a play, she takes advantage of the trap and takes advantage of it in advance to catch her off guard. 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