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"No, take it away!" Ling Miaomiao was angry at the rabbit, but he felt angry again. He took his hand and bit the rabbit's buttocks. He bit hard and scolded wrongly: "you are sick."
Mu Sheng holds the apple, black eyes look at her without blinking, put all the expression into the bottom of his eyes, sigh in the bottom of his heart.
She looks like this It's so cute.
After eating the apple, Ling Miaomiao calmed down and lowered his voice: "Ziqi, you let me go and say it well."
The dangerous color on his face has not yet faded, the eyebrows and corners of his eyes show some gorgeous color, the eyelashes droop, like a poisonous demon flower: "that's it."
"How do you say that?" Ling Miaomiao stamped his foot and glared at him. He was so angry that he choked for a long time. He seriously choked out a complaint, "you You don't respect people
Not only don't respect her, also don't respect the whole female group, rely on strength advantage to subdue her, who!
Mu Sheng looks at her, the paranoid attachment in her eyes is like the thick night. He leaned over and touched her lips piously, with a sentimental tone, as if in coquetry: "I love you."
“……” Miaomiao opened her mouth and was speechless.
*
time goes by.
"When do you want to tie me?" Her voice is a little hoarse, clear throat, tone is a little wilted, with a few lines of grievances in the end, sounds like a coquetry, "my arm is going to break..."
Mu Sheng suddenly raised his eyes and quickly collected the demon handle.
Ling Miaomiao's hands suddenly liberated. Before he could take them back, he had already pressed them along her arm very gently, smoothed them along the vein of blood vessels, looked up at her, "is it still painful?"
Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and looks at him expectantly. Seeing that he just unloads the demon handle of her wrist, he doesn't mean to untie the ribbon. His expression collapses quickly and says: "it hurts."
His eyes in a coagulation, pity a flash and pass, "I'll help you press." He kneaded her elbow patiently for ten minutes and asked, "are you better?"
When he looked up at people, the angle between the pupil and the upper eye line was just right, hiding all his claws and teeth, leaving only innocent beauty, which made people itch.
Ling Miaomiao bit his lip and leaned back on the chair weakly, looking at the beam on his head: "I want to drink water."
After a pause, he brought the tea cup to her lips.
Miaomiao is like a bird in a cage, pecking at a few drops of sweet spring with its owner's arm, almost bending into a Firebird, blowing hair in his hand.
Miaomiao deliberately called him around and ran around the small room for a quarter of an hour. He was still not impatient, but more and more excited.
Moreover, the softer her tone was, the more patient and gentle he was, and the more brilliant his eyes were, almost to a burning degree.
Ling Miaomiao leans down on the back of the chair and thinks that she probably knows how to get away.
Maybe it's OK to cry. The Black Lotus is most afraid of her tears. It seems that it's not water, but hot magma.
What's more, it can't be the kind of righteous crying, but asking her to be pitiful, pear blossom with rain, and ask him to cry.
Miaomiao flashed her apricot eyes and calmly looked at the boy's side face. She had goose bumps on her back.
Wait for the next life.
She thought angrily.
They didn't notice that there were several yellow water stains on the nearby wall, just like the footprints of an invisible giant, step by step.
Ten minutes later, Miaomiao could not sit still: "Ziqi..."
Mu Sheng raised his eyes: "eh?"
The color of crimson rose uncontrollably on her cheek, hesitated for a moment, summoned up her courage, and tried to make herself proud and indifferent: "I want to peep."
The boy was silent for a moment.
A moment later, he walked up to her and leaned over to take out the ribbon from her. Before Ling Miaomiao had time to take delight, he heard him quietly say in her ear, "I'll take you."
“……” The joy in her eyes suddenly turned into outrage, and she shrank back, "I don't want to go, you go, go!"
“……” Mu Sheng scattered his hand, and his dark eyes looked at her innocently, as if at a loss.
Ling Miaomiao turns his head and ignores him, fidgeting with the skirt with his fingers, regretting it in his heart.
I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much water just now.
There was a little wind in my ear, and suddenly a familiar smell of putrefaction came to my face. Suddenly I inhaled it into my lungs, and it burned my nose.
Then there was a loud bang, and she turned back in surprise. A black cloud formed a wall and almost broke the roof. In the black cloud, she stretched out a pair of hands and was pinching Musheng's neck.
Ling Miaomiao's feet were hot, the ground was covered with a thin layer of water, and the skirt was soaked in a circle.
The young man's figure loomed under the black cloud, his face turned red, his forehead was blue, and he had no time to make a sound.
"Xiao sheng'er, I can't bear to kill you after drinking so much of your blood."The voice gnashed its teeth.
She gathered all the strength she had accumulated these days. Not only did she grow several times, but her voice became hoarse. It sounded closer to the voice of the ghost king on the Wanjiang boat.
The water devil has finally had enough of the small disturbance. She remembered the blood feud. This is a sneak attack that is caught off guard, resentful and will kill the other party at one stroke.
By all means, he had to die.
Ling Miaomiao had a cold sweat on his back, and the chill climbed up along his spine.
The demon collecting handle on the table is clearly placed. Just now, in order to tie her down, he hasn't come to put it back. One of Mu Sheng's demon collecting handles is on her wrist, and the other is on the table. Now he has no weapon to take advantage of
The young man's face was indifferent and provocative. He let the water ghost pinch him. He stretched out a hand in the attack that was hard to escape. His fingers touched each other and "bang -" exploded an orange spark. Instead of facing the water ghost's face, he crossed her and came to the far side.
"Bang."
The spark accurately fell on the knot of the ribbon, and even the wonderful clothes didn't touch it. The tightly bound ribbon slipped instantly.
“……” Ling Miaomiao suddenly got out of trouble, supported the table and stood up from the chair.
The spark was not finished. It rolled from her to the ground. It exploded four or five times continuously on the ground until it reached the door. It was like an anxious elf, leading her out of the door.
Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment and looked up. Mu Sheng didn't look at her and couldn't make a sound.
The wayward spark just now made him miss the opportunity of self-defense. He was pressed to the corner by the black cloud, and there was no room to explode the spark. In this kind of life-threatening attack, he had to quickly hold the hand of the water devil who pinched his neck with bare hands, and fight against the monster with the strength of his muscles.
His hands trembled with force, and his face was still smiling indifferently, but his lips faded, and his forehead was blue. It was obvious that his eyes had become lax.
What's the matter with you?
After a pause, her whole body's blood came to her head. She felt that her head was heavy and her feet were light. She picked up the demon handle on the table and smashed it without hesitation.
Collect demon handle "bang" to break up a piece of black cloud, a few pieces of Mori white bones with water splashing to the ground.
The demon handle began to fly in the air.
This one was not enough. She walked calmly and angrily to the depth of the black cloud, stroked the other demon handle on her wrist, and smashed it.
The black cloud slanted, and the strong wind swept her face, like someone slapped her in the face.
She felt a burning pain in her ears, and a layer of sweat came up behind her, but her steps didn't stop. In the three or four seconds, she felt all over her body and took out all the runes accumulated in the world: Liu Fuyi gave them to her, Mu Yao gave them to her, and Mu Sheng left them, which were thick with bricks.
She flies five by five in the face of the water ghost, regardless of class. It's like stabbing a dart at the target in the distance. The target is blunt. If it's not strong enough, it will miss the target.
As she swung faster and faster, her arm soon lost consciousness, like an indefatigable machine, and her heart beating violently was the core engine, which continuously delivered terrible energy.
The rune paper on the hand thinned rapidly with naked eyes, and two demon collecting handles shuttled back and forth in the black cloud.
The water ghost became more and more agitated. The vase on the table was swept to the ground, and the tea cups were broken. Half of Ling Miaomiao's body was wet by the splashing water stains. He still insisted on walking forward, reciting the formula quickly in his mouth, from beginning to end, over and over again, almost throwing the rune paper in the face of the water ghost.
Her heart was beating wildly. She didn't dare to stop her hands, her steps and her mouth. It seemed that once she stopped, they would have no power to turn over.
She threw out the last piece of Rune paper and stood in front of Mu Sheng almost across the black cloud.
At the same time, the water ghost let out a sharp roar, the doors and windows resonated, and the black clouds danced like a woman who was burned by a fire. Immediately --
"Hua La --" water stains and rain drenched Ling Miaomiao's head.
She closed her eyes and wiped a handful of water. When she opened her eyes again, the black clouds disappeared.
A white skull rolled down on the ground, bare teeth pillow full of water stains, empty eyes inclined to the ground, it seems that unwilling to look at the world.
The young man stepped back a few steps before he could catch it. His face had not turned bloody. His black eyes were like black jade. He was staring at the man in front of him.
The girl's forehead was wet, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were shining like sparks. She looked at him quietly and snorted: "don't thank me. I wanted to kill her a long time ago."
Arm down, the moment too weak to lift up, her forehead out of a layer of cold sweat, reached out to hold the small arm.
"Miaomiao..." He stepped forward, reached for her soft arm, trembled and examined it. He could hardly believe that she had just thrown more than 100 pieces of runes step by step in such a short time.It's For him?
A trance, a flustered ecstasy, was drowned with pity for his near guilt. He hugged the wet man in his arms, completely ignoring her clothes and wetting his chest.
He is like a balloon filled with air. She just needs to reach out and poke it gently, then it will leak air instantly and hit back to the prototype.
He held his chin to the top of her hair almost wildly, and his body was shaking slightly.
It makes him feel better to stick to her like this.
Miaomiao's face was red, and he broke away from him in a shy way. Holding back the acid of his arm, he turned his head and ran away anxiously: I want to urinate... "
*
the sun is to the west, the rows of lanterns in the wine shop are lighting up, the flower folded hall is filled with people quickly, the sophomores are busy shuttling between the meals, and the delicacies on the table are increasing one by one.
The teacup was turning at muyao's fingertips. She leaned back on the chair and looked at the two empty seats opposite. She was puzzled: "they two Are you going to come today? "
Liu Fu Yi patted the back of her hand on the table and said, "it's better not to come."
Muyao understood and nodded.
Bangs.
When the old man appeared on the stage, he was not as energetic as he was a few days ago. It seemed that he didn't sleep soundly, and now he was two pieces of dark green. See two people, wry smile with the eyes said hello.
The story of endless fame and wealth brought to him is, after all, the blood and tears of the deceased, which he willfully tells for later generations to amuse and tease.
When I think about it occasionally, I still feel a little uneasy.
"Murong is about to give birth. She is immersed in happiness. Unexpectedly, her happy life is about to fall apart, and everything after that makes her far away from her original life."
Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi look at each other and listen.
"We have said before that Mr. Zhao is the son of a wealthy family. He is willing to live in seclusion in Wufang Town, far away from Chang'an. He resigned from his good official position, abandoned his identity, and bid farewell to his life of spending money like dirt. However, his family refused to let him live such a busy life. Now he took a boat to Wufang town to find him."
"In April of this year, they found Mr. Zhao and his wife, and they were very dissatisfied with Murong."
The old man laughed sarcastically: "how can the young talents of the aristocratic families live only for themselves with the honor of the family on their backs? Even if he can't have his own power in the court, at least his marriage should be beneficial to the family. "
"Mr. Zhao's sister checked Murong's identity. She didn't know which wild girl grew up in a barren mountain. She had no father, no mother, no relatives or friends, let alone her family background. It was a compliment to say that she was a civilian. In their opinion, it's a great sin for a lowly girl who only relies on her beautiful face to be Mr. Zhao's wife and keep him in this remote town. "
"Mr. Zhao's sister sent people to ask him to go home again and again, but they were all rejected by Mr. Zhao. He was so annoyed that he even let out a message. If Murong's family was disturbed again, he would break the relationship with her."
"Mr. Zhao's elder sister was born a month ago. A month later, she sent only one alchemist to come to the door and say something to Mr. Zhao, then she left."
After a pause, his muddy eyes, deep in the socket of his eyes, showed deep sympathy: "five days later, Mr. Zhao set foot on the boat to return to Chang'an alone, and did not return to the ground, leaving Murong forever in Wufang town."
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"No, take it away!" Ling Miaomiao was angry at the rabbit, but he felt angry again. He took his hand and bit the rabbit's buttocks. He bit hard and scolded wrongly: "you are sick."
Mu Sheng holds the apple, black eyes look at her without blinking, put all the expression into the bottom of his eyes, sigh in the bottom of his heart.
She looks like this It's so cute.
After eating the apple, Ling Miaomiao calmed down and lowered his voice: "Ziqi, you let me go and say it well."
The dangerous color on his face has not yet faded, the eyebrows and corners of his eyes show some gorgeous color, the eyelashes droop, like a poisonous demon flower: "that's it."
"How do you say that?" Ling Miaomiao stamped his foot and glared at him. He was so angry that he choked for a long time. He seriously choked out a complaint, "you You don't respect people
Not only don't respect her, also don't respect the whole female group, rely on strength advantage to subdue her, who!
Mu Sheng looks at her, the paranoid attachment in her eyes is like the thick night. He leaned over and touched her lips piously, with a sentimental tone, as if in coquetry: "I love you."
“……” Miaomiao opened her mouth and was speechless.
*
time goes by.
"When do you want to tie me?" Her voice is a little hoarse, clear throat, tone is a little wilted, with a few lines of grievances in the end, sounds like a coquetry, "my arm is going to break..."
Mu Sheng suddenly raised his eyes and quickly collected the demon handle.
Ling Miaomiao's hands suddenly liberated. Before he could take them back, he had already pressed them along her arm very gently, smoothed them along the vein of blood vessels, looked up at her, "is it still painful?"
Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and looks at him expectantly. Seeing that he just unloads the demon handle of her wrist, he doesn't mean to untie the ribbon. His expression collapses quickly and says: "it hurts."
His eyes in a coagulation, pity a flash and pass, "I'll help you press." He kneaded her elbow patiently for ten minutes and asked, "are you better?"
When he looked up at people, the angle between the pupil and the upper eye line was just right, hiding all his claws and teeth, leaving only innocent beauty, which made people itch.
Ling Miaomiao bit his lip and leaned back on the chair weakly, looking at the beam on his head: "I want to drink water."
After a pause, he brought the tea cup to her lips.
Miaomiao is like a bird in a cage, pecking at a few drops of sweet spring with its owner's arm, almost bending into a Firebird, blowing hair in his hand.
Miaomiao deliberately called him around and ran around the small room for a quarter of an hour. He was still not impatient, but more and more excited.
Moreover, the softer her tone was, the more patient and gentle he was, and the more brilliant his eyes were, almost to a burning degree.
Ling Miaomiao leans down on the back of the chair and thinks that she probably knows how to get away.
Maybe it's OK to cry. The Black Lotus is most afraid of her tears. It seems that it's not water, but hot magma.
What's more, it can't be the kind of righteous crying, but asking her to be pitiful, pear blossom with rain, and ask him to cry.
Miaomiao flashed her apricot eyes and calmly looked at the boy's side face. She had goose bumps on her back.
Wait for the next life.
She thought angrily.
They didn't notice that there were several yellow water stains on the nearby wall, just like the footprints of an invisible giant, step by step.
Ten minutes later, Miaomiao could not sit still: "Ziqi..."
Mu Sheng raised his eyes: "eh?"
The color of crimson rose uncontrollably on her cheek, hesitated for a moment, summoned up her courage, and tried to make herself proud and indifferent: "I want to peep."
The boy was silent for a moment.
A moment later, he walked up to her and leaned over to take out the ribbon from her. Before Ling Miaomiao had time to take delight, he heard him quietly say in her ear, "I'll take you."
“……” The joy in her eyes suddenly turned into outrage, and she shrank back, "I don't want to go, you go, go!"
“……” Mu Sheng scattered his hand, and his dark eyes looked at her innocently, as if at a loss.
Ling Miaomiao turns his head and ignores him, fidgeting with the skirt with his fingers, regretting it in his heart.
I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much water just now.
There was a little wind in my ear, and suddenly a familiar smell of putrefaction came to my face. Suddenly I inhaled it into my lungs, and it burned my nose.
Then there was a loud bang, and she turned back in surprise. A black cloud formed a wall and almost broke the roof. In the black cloud, she stretched out a pair of hands and was pinching Musheng's neck.
Ling Miaomiao's feet were hot, the ground was covered with a thin layer of water, and the skirt was soaked in a circle.
The young man's figure loomed under the black cloud, his face turned red, his forehead was blue, and he had no time to make a sound.
"Xiao sheng'er, I can't bear to kill you after drinking so much of your blood."The voice gnashed its teeth.
She gathered all the strength she had accumulated these days. Not only did she grow several times, but her voice became hoarse. It sounded closer to the voice of the ghost king on the Wanjiang boat.
The water devil has finally had enough of the small disturbance. She remembered the blood feud. This is a sneak attack that is caught off guard, resentful and will kill the other party at one stroke.
By all means, he had to die.
Ling Miaomiao had a cold sweat on his back, and the chill climbed up along his spine.
The demon collecting handle on the table is clearly placed. Just now, in order to tie her down, he hasn't come to put it back. One of Mu Sheng's demon collecting handles is on her wrist, and the other is on the table. Now he has no weapon to take advantage of
The young man's face was indifferent and provocative. He let the water ghost pinch him. He stretched out a hand in the attack that was hard to escape. His fingers touched each other and "bang -" exploded an orange spark. Instead of facing the water ghost's face, he crossed her and came to the far side.
"Bang."
The spark accurately fell on the knot of the ribbon, and even the wonderful clothes didn't touch it. The tightly bound ribbon slipped instantly.
“……” Ling Miaomiao suddenly got out of trouble, supported the table and stood up from the chair.
The spark was not finished. It rolled from her to the ground. It exploded four or five times continuously on the ground until it reached the door. It was like an anxious elf, leading her out of the door.
Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment and looked up. Mu Sheng didn't look at her and couldn't make a sound.
The wayward spark just now made him miss the opportunity of self-defense. He was pressed to the corner by the black cloud, and there was no room to explode the spark. In this kind of life-threatening attack, he had to quickly hold the hand of the water devil who pinched his neck with bare hands, and fight against the monster with the strength of his muscles.
His hands trembled with force, and his face was still smiling indifferently, but his lips faded, and his forehead was blue. It was obvious that his eyes had become lax.
What's the matter with you?
After a pause, her whole body's blood came to her head. She felt that her head was heavy and her feet were light. She picked up the demon handle on the table and smashed it without hesitation.
Collect demon handle "bang" to break up a piece of black cloud, a few pieces of Mori white bones with water splashing to the ground.
The demon handle began to fly in the air.
This one was not enough. She walked calmly and angrily to the depth of the black cloud, stroked the other demon handle on her wrist, and smashed it.
The black cloud slanted, and the strong wind swept her face, like someone slapped her in the face.
She felt a burning pain in her ears, and a layer of sweat came up behind her, but her steps didn't stop. In the three or four seconds, she felt all over her body and took out all the runes accumulated in the world: Liu Fuyi gave them to her, Mu Yao gave them to her, and Mu Sheng left them, which were thick with bricks.
She flies five by five in the face of the water ghost, regardless of class. It's like stabbing a dart at the target in the distance. The target is blunt. If it's not strong enough, it will miss the target.
As she swung faster and faster, her arm soon lost consciousness, like an indefatigable machine, and her heart beating violently was the core engine, which continuously delivered terrible energy.
The rune paper on the hand thinned rapidly with naked eyes, and two demon collecting handles shuttled back and forth in the black cloud.
The water ghost became more and more agitated. The vase on the table was swept to the ground, and the tea cups were broken. Half of Ling Miaomiao's body was wet by the splashing water stains. He still insisted on walking forward, reciting the formula quickly in his mouth, from beginning to end, over and over again, almost throwing the rune paper in the face of the water ghost.
Her heart was beating wildly. She didn't dare to stop her hands, her steps and her mouth. It seemed that once she stopped, they would have no power to turn over.
She threw out the last piece of Rune paper and stood in front of Mu Sheng almost across the black cloud.
At the same time, the water ghost let out a sharp roar, the doors and windows resonated, and the black clouds danced like a woman who was burned by a fire. Immediately --
"Hua La --" water stains and rain drenched Ling Miaomiao's head.
She closed her eyes and wiped a handful of water. When she opened her eyes again, the black clouds disappeared.
A white skull rolled down on the ground, bare teeth pillow full of water stains, empty eyes inclined to the ground, it seems that unwilling to look at the world.
The young man stepped back a few steps before he could catch it. His face had not turned bloody. His black eyes were like black jade. He was staring at the man in front of him.
The girl's forehead was wet, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were shining like sparks. She looked at him quietly and snorted: "don't thank me. I wanted to kill her a long time ago."
Arm down, the moment too weak to lift up, her forehead out of a layer of cold sweat, reached out to hold the small arm.
"Miaomiao..." He stepped forward, reached for her soft arm, trembled and examined it. He could hardly believe that she had just thrown more than 100 pieces of runes step by step in such a short time.It's For him?
A trance, a flustered ecstasy, was drowned with pity for his near guilt. He hugged the wet man in his arms, completely ignoring her clothes and wetting his chest.
He is like a balloon filled with air. She just needs to reach out and poke it gently, then it will leak air instantly and hit back to the prototype.
He held his chin to the top of her hair almost wildly, and his body was shaking slightly.
It makes him feel better to stick to her like this.
Miaomiao's face was red, and he broke away from him in a shy way. Holding back the acid of his arm, he turned his head and ran away anxiously: I want to urinate... "
*
the sun is to the west, the rows of lanterns in the wine shop are lighting up, the flower folded hall is filled with people quickly, the sophomores are busy shuttling between the meals, and the delicacies on the table are increasing one by one.
The teacup was turning at muyao's fingertips. She leaned back on the chair and looked at the two empty seats opposite. She was puzzled: "they two Are you going to come today? "
Liu Fu Yi patted the back of her hand on the table and said, "it's better not to come."
Muyao understood and nodded.
Bangs.
When the old man appeared on the stage, he was not as energetic as he was a few days ago. It seemed that he didn't sleep soundly, and now he was two pieces of dark green. See two people, wry smile with the eyes said hello.
The story of endless fame and wealth brought to him is, after all, the blood and tears of the deceased, which he willfully tells for later generations to amuse and tease.
When I think about it occasionally, I still feel a little uneasy.
"Murong is about to give birth. She is immersed in happiness. Unexpectedly, her happy life is about to fall apart, and everything after that makes her far away from her original life."
Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi look at each other and listen.
"We have said before that Mr. Zhao is the son of a wealthy family. He is willing to live in seclusion in Wufang Town, far away from Chang'an. He resigned from his good official position, abandoned his identity, and bid farewell to his life of spending money like dirt. However, his family refused to let him live such a busy life. Now he took a boat to Wufang town to find him."
"In April of this year, they found Mr. Zhao and his wife, and they were very dissatisfied with Murong."
The old man laughed sarcastically: "how can the young talents of the aristocratic families live only for themselves with the honor of the family on their backs? Even if he can't have his own power in the court, at least his marriage should be beneficial to the family. "
"Mr. Zhao's sister checked Murong's identity. She didn't know which wild girl grew up in a barren mountain. She had no father, no mother, no relatives or friends, let alone her family background. It was a compliment to say that she was a civilian. In their opinion, it's a great sin for a lowly girl who only relies on her beautiful face to be Mr. Zhao's wife and keep him in this remote town. "
"Mr. Zhao's sister sent people to ask him to go home again and again, but they were all rejected by Mr. Zhao. He was so annoyed that he even let out a message. If Murong's family was disturbed again, he would break the relationship with her."
"Mr. Zhao's elder sister was born a month ago. A month later, she sent only one alchemist to come to the door and say something to Mr. Zhao, then she left."
After a pause, his muddy eyes, deep in the socket of his eyes, showed deep sympathy: "five days later, Mr. Zhao set foot on the boat to return to Chang'an alone, and did not return to the ground, leaving Murong forever in Wufang town."
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"No, take it away!" Ling Miaomiao was angry at the rabbit, but he felt angry again. He took his hand and bit the rabbit's buttocks. He bit hard and scolded wrongly: "you are sick." Mu Sheng holds the apple, black eyes look at her without blinking, put all the expression into the bottom of his eyes, sigh in the bottom of his heart. She looks like this It's so cute. After eating the apple, Ling Miaomiao calmed down and lowered his voice: "Ziqi, you let me go and say it well." The dangerous color on his face has not yet faded, the eyebrows and corners of his eyes show some gorgeous color, the eyelashes droop, like a poisonous demon flower: "that's it." "How do you say that?" Ling Miaomiao stamped his foot and glared at him. He was so angry that he choked for a long time. He seriously choked out a complaint, "you You don't respect people Not only don't respect her, also don't respect the whole female group, rely on strength advantage to subdue her, who! Mu Sheng looks at her, the paranoid attachment in her eyes is like the thick night. He leaned over and touched her lips piously, with a sentimental tone, as if in coquetry: "I love you." Miaomiao opened her mouth and was speechless. * time goes by. "When do you want to tie me?" Her voice is a little hoarse, clear throat, tone is a little wilted, with a few lines of grievances in the end, sounds like a coquetry, "my arm is going to break..." Mu Sheng suddenly raised his eyes and quickly collected the demon handle. Ling Miaomiao's hands suddenly liberated. Before he could take them back, he had already pressed them along her arm very gently, smoothed them along the vein of blood vessels, looked up at her, "is it still painful?" Ling Miaomiao shakes his head and looks at him expectantly. Seeing that he just unloads the demon handle of her wrist, he doesn't mean to untie the ribbon. His expression collapses quickly and says: "it hurts." His eyes in a coagulation, pity a flash and pass, "I'll help you press." He kneaded her elbow patiently for ten minutes and asked, "are you better?" When he looked up at people, the angle between the pupil and the upper eye line was just right, hiding all his claws and teeth, leaving only innocent beauty, which made people itch. Ling Miaomiao bit his lip and leaned back on the chair weakly, looking at the beam on his head: "I want to drink water." After a pause, he brought the tea cup to her lips. Miaomiao is like a bird in a cage, pecking at a few drops of sweet spring with its owner's arm, almost bending into a Firebird, blowing hair in his hand. Miaomiao deliberately called him around and ran around the small room for a quarter of an hour. He was still not impatient, but more and more excited. Moreover, the softer her tone was, the more patient and gentle he was, and the more brilliant his eyes were, almost to a burning degree. Ling Miaomiao leans down on the back of the chair and thinks that she probably knows how to get away. Maybe it's OK to cry. The Black Lotus is most afraid of her tears. It seems that it's not water, but hot magma. What's more, it can't be the kind of righteous crying, but asking her to be pitiful, pear blossom with rain, and ask him to cry. Miaomiao flashed her apricot eyes and calmly looked at the boy's side face. She had goose bumps on her back. Wait for the next life. She thought angrily. They didn't notice that there were several yellow water stains on the nearby wall, just like the footprints of an invisible giant, step by step. Ten minutes later, Miaomiao could not sit still: "Ziqi..." Mu Sheng raised his eyes: "eh?" The color of crimson rose uncontrollably on her cheek, hesitated for a moment, summoned up her courage, and tried to make herself proud and indifferent: "I want to peep." The boy was silent for a moment. A moment later, he walked up to her and leaned over to take out the ribbon from her. Before Ling Miaomiao had time to take delight, he heard him quietly say in her ear, "I'll take you." The joy in her eyes suddenly turned into outrage, and she shrank back, "I don't want to go, you go, go!" Mu Sheng scattered his hand, and his dark eyes looked at her innocently, as if at a loss. Ling Miaomiao turns his head and ignores him, fidgeting with the skirt with his fingers, regretting it in his heart. I knew I shouldn't have drunk so much water just now. There was a little wind in my ear, and suddenly a familiar smell of putrefaction came to my face. Suddenly I inhaled it into my lungs, and it burned my nose. Then there was a loud bang, and she turned back in surprise. A black cloud formed a wall and almost broke the roof. In the black cloud, she stretched out a pair of hands and was pinching Musheng's neck. Ling Miaomiao's feet were hot, the ground was covered with a thin layer of water, and the skirt was soaked in a circle. The young man's figure loomed under the black cloud, his face turned red, his forehead was blue, and he had no time to make a sound. "Xiao sheng'er, I can't bear to kill you after drinking so much of your blood."The voice gnashed its teeth. She gathered all the strength she had accumulated these days. Not only did she grow several times, but her voice became hoarse. It sounded closer to the voice of the ghost king on the Wanjiang boat. The water devil has finally had enough of the small disturbance. She remembered the blood feud. This is a sneak attack that is caught off guard, resentful and will kill the other party at one stroke. By all means, he had to die. Ling Miaomiao had a cold sweat on his back, and the chill climbed up along his spine. The demon collecting handle on the table is clearly placed. Just now, in order to tie her down, he hasn't come to put it back. One of Mu Sheng's demon collecting handles is on her wrist, and the other is on the table. Now he has no weapon to take advantage of The young man's face was indifferent and provocative. He let the water ghost pinch him. He stretched out a hand in the attack that was hard to escape. His fingers touched each other and "bang -" exploded an orange spark. Instead of facing the water ghost's face, he crossed her and came to the far side. "Bang." The spark accurately fell on the knot of the ribbon, and even the wonderful clothes didn't touch it. The tightly bound ribbon slipped instantly. Ling Miaomiao suddenly got out of trouble, supported the table and stood up from the chair. The spark was not finished. It rolled from her to the ground. It exploded four or five times continuously on the ground until it reached the door. It was like an anxious elf, leading her out of the door. Ling Miaomiao was stunned for a moment and looked up. Mu Sheng didn't look at her and couldn't make a sound. The wayward spark just now made him miss the opportunity of self-defense. He was pressed to the corner by the black cloud, and there was no room to explode the spark. In this kind of life-threatening attack, he had to quickly hold the hand of the water devil who pinched his neck with bare hands, and fight against the monster with the strength of his muscles. His hands trembled with force, and his face was still smiling indifferently, but his lips faded, and his forehead was blue. It was obvious that his eyes had become lax. What's the matter with you? After a pause, her whole body's blood came to her head. She felt that her head was heavy and her feet were light. She picked up the demon handle on the table and smashed it without hesitation. Collect demon handle "bang" to break up a piece of black cloud, a few pieces of Mori white bones with water splashing to the ground. The demon handle began to fly in the air. This one was not enough. She walked calmly and angrily to the depth of the black cloud, stroked the other demon handle on her wrist, and smashed it. The black cloud slanted, and the strong wind swept her face, like someone slapped her in the face. She felt a burning pain in her ears, and a layer of sweat came up behind her, but her steps didn't stop. In the three or four seconds, she felt all over her body and took out all the runes accumulated in the world: Liu Fuyi gave them to her, Mu Yao gave them to her, and Mu Sheng left them, which were thick with bricks. She flies five by five in the face of the water ghost, regardless of class. It's like stabbing a dart at the target in the distance. The target is blunt. If it's not strong enough, it will miss the target. As she swung faster and faster, her arm soon lost consciousness, like an indefatigable machine, and her heart beating violently was the core engine, which continuously delivered terrible energy. The rune paper on the hand thinned rapidly with naked eyes, and two demon collecting handles shuttled back and forth in the black cloud. The water ghost became more and more agitated. The vase on the table was swept to the ground, and the tea cups were broken. Half of Ling Miaomiao's body was wet by the splashing water stains. He still insisted on walking forward, reciting the formula quickly in his mouth, from beginning to end, over and over again, almost throwing the rune paper in the face of the water ghost. Her heart was beating wildly. She didn't dare to stop her hands, her steps and her mouth. It seemed that once she stopped, they would have no power to turn over. She threw out the last piece of Rune paper and stood in front of Mu Sheng almost across the black cloud. At the same time, the water ghost let out a sharp roar, the doors and windows resonated, and the black clouds danced like a woman who was burned by a fire. Immediately -- "Hua La --" water stains and rain drenched Ling Miaomiao's head. She closed her eyes and wiped a handful of water. When she opened her eyes again, the black clouds disappeared. A white skull rolled down on the ground, bare teeth pillow full of water stains, empty eyes inclined to the ground, it seems that unwilling to look at the world. The young man stepped back a few steps before he could catch it. His face had not turned bloody. His black eyes were like black jade. He was staring at the man in front of him. The girl's forehead was wet, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were shining like sparks. She looked at him quietly and snorted: "don't thank me. I wanted to kill her a long time ago." Arm down, the moment too weak to lift up, her forehead out of a layer of cold sweat, reached out to hold the small arm. "Miaomiao..." He stepped forward, reached for her soft arm, trembled and examined it. He could hardly believe that she had just thrown more than 100 pieces of runes step by step in such a short time.It's For him? A trance, a flustered ecstasy, was drowned with pity for his near guilt. He hugged the wet man in his arms, completely ignoring her clothes and wetting his chest. He is like a balloon filled with air. She just needs to reach out and poke it gently, then it will leak air instantly and hit back to the prototype. He held his chin to the top of her hair almost wildly, and his body was shaking slightly. It makes him feel better to stick to her like this. Miaomiao's face was red, and he broke away from him in a shy way. Holding back the acid of his arm, he turned his head and ran away anxiously: I want to urinate... " * the sun is to the west, the rows of lanterns in the wine shop are lighting up, the flower folded hall is filled with people quickly, the sophomores are busy shuttling between the meals, and the delicacies on the table are increasing one by one. The teacup was turning at muyao's fingertips. She leaned back on the chair and looked at the two empty seats opposite. She was puzzled: "they two Are you going to come today? " Liu Fu Yi patted the back of her hand on the table and said, "it's better not to come." Muyao understood and nodded. Bangs. When the old man appeared on the stage, he was not as energetic as he was a few days ago. It seemed that he didn't sleep soundly, and now he was two pieces of dark green. See two people, wry smile with the eyes said hello. The story of endless fame and wealth brought to him is, after all, the blood and tears of the deceased, which he willfully tells for later generations to amuse and tease. When I think about it occasionally, I still feel a little uneasy. "Murong is about to give birth. She is immersed in happiness. Unexpectedly, her happy life is about to fall apart, and everything after that makes her far away from her original life." Mu Yao and Liu Fuyi look at each other and listen. "We have said before that Mr. Zhao is the son of a wealthy family. He is willing to live in seclusion in Wufang Town, far away from Chang'an. He resigned from his good official position, abandoned his identity, and bid farewell to his life of spending money like dirt. However, his family refused to let him live such a busy life. Now he took a boat to Wufang town to find him." "In April of this year, they found Mr. Zhao and his wife, and they were very dissatisfied with Murong." The old man laughed sarcastically: "how can the young talents of the aristocratic families live only for themselves with the honor of the family on their backs? Even if he can't have his own power in the court, at least his marriage should be beneficial to the family. " "Mr. Zhao's sister checked Murong's identity. She didn't know which wild girl grew up in a barren mountain. She had no father, no mother, no relatives or friends, let alone her family background. It was a compliment to say that she was a civilian. In their opinion, it's a great sin for a lowly girl who only relies on her beautiful face to be Mr. Zhao's wife and keep him in this remote town. " "Mr. Zhao's sister sent people to ask him to go home again and again, but they were all rejected by Mr. Zhao. He was so annoyed that he even let out a message. If Murong's family was disturbed again, he would break the relationship with her." "Mr. Zhao's elder sister was born a month ago. A month later, she sent only one alchemist to come to the door and say something to Mr. Zhao, then she left." After a pause, his muddy eyes, deep in the socket of his eyes, showed deep sympathy: "five days later, Mr. Zhao set foot on the boat to return to Chang'an alone, and did not return to the ground, leaving Murong forever in Wufang town." www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
