All hearts are obsessed, and they resist the catastrophe in vain. What a self-sacrificing demon.

Are you really loveless? Those who enter the realm of my inner demons will be tested by the demons in my heart, and I can't see through your demons, but even so, I know that you will not be injured easily, let alone so badly injured.

The realm is born from the heart, the devil is created by the heart, everyone in the world has the demons, and those who enter the realm of the demons in the heart are not trapped by the demons.

What is your inner demon?

What is his inner demon?

"You are so good-looking, just like I looked at what was written in the book, 'Mo Shangren is like jade, and the gentleman is unparalleled in the world. ’”

It's really a stupid fox, lying around others casually, just because the other party is good-looking, she hasn't turned into a human form, but she speaks human words, and she's not afraid that others will treat her as a monster, no, she's a little demon.

Yan Li couldn't help but focus on the little fox's little head.

The little fox fell on his back, "chirping" to express dissatisfaction, and the fried fur sample was very cute.

Yan Li ignored her, lifted her up, held her in his arms, patted her little head, and let her enjoy the dance quietly, which seemed rude, but Yan Li's movements were very gentle.

The little fox squinted his eyes and obediently let Yan Li smooth his hair, so that the corners of Yan Li's lips were slightly hooked when he was watching the dance seriously.

Youtan looked at the little red fox that was fluttering butterflies with short legs in front of him, but he stared at the butterflies with big eyes, and couldn't help but smile lightly.

The little fox stared at the sound, and its furry head was devoid of deterrence.

Youtan walked forward, only to find that his dark red monk's robe had changed into white at some point.

"Everyone has a name, what's your name?"

"Yan Li. The young man spoke softly, but his smiling face fell silent.

"Is it the glass of the glass?"

"No, it's separation. The boy's voice was soft, and his eyes were distant at the flowers and trees on the other side of the stream.

"Hey, is it separated?" The little fox scratched Yan Li's robe, Yan Li quietly lowered his head to look at her, the little fox opened his big eyes wide, and said seriously: "No, it should be inseparable from you, I, I will definitely not leave Yan Li." ”

It was obviously serious to sensationalize the words, but it was opened by the fluffy little fox, and the little fox still had fruit residues left at the corner of the pointed mouth, really, Yan Li laughed out loud all of a sudden, "Stupid fox." ”

Under the expression of the little fox who was about to explode, he gently wiped off the crumbs.

The little fox looked at him blankly, his eyes full of obsession.

"Foxes are extremely beautiful, as the most beautiful me, of course I want the most beautiful name, what do you say I want to be called?" The little fox lay in Yan Li's arms and looked at Yan Li expectantly.

"It's called a dumping face, the face of the falling city, do you like it?" the young man gently smoothed the fur of the little fox.

"I like the name. The little fox squinted and nodded his little head happily.

"Yan Li, Xiao'er's dance is very beautiful, isn't it. "The little fox turned into a human form, and the beauty is incomprehensible.

"Why did you suddenly change into white clothes?" Yan Li wondered, she had always liked red best, and red also flattered her.

"Yan Li, it will definitely look better in white than in red. The beautiful girl smiled delicately.

"Yan Li, Yan Li. I seem to like you. The girl smiled back, her eyes were bright, and she was bright and unmatched.

"I," the boy frowned, but his mouth was slightly open but was interrupted by the girl.

"Yan Li, I'm going to practice. I'll be immortal. The girl looked serious, thinking that she was smiling happily, but a haze had already risen in her eyes.

"No, I," the boy opened his mouth as the girl turned, his voice so soft that it was impossible to hear, and the hand that was slightly stretched out withdrew in an instant.

Seeing that the girl was about to leave his sight.

Youtan felt trapped in the boy's body, but he could only watch this scene play out again.

Changing the scenery, you will see the beautiful feast of Luoying in a blink of an eye.

"Yan Li, my name. ”

"I, Peach, Demon. ”

"Peach, scorching, very worthy of you. The black-haired woman is beautiful and unparalleled, and the peach blossoms dotted with her eyebrows add a bit of elegance to her.

But the words spoken were as simple as they could be.

It is a peach blossom demon, a demon as beautiful as a fairy. Yan Li saw it at a glance, but he still smiled and read, "Taoyao." ”

Her dancing is beautiful, her steps are ethereal, and she moves with her heart.

"Yan Li, what are you drawing?" The black-haired woman looked at the young man drawing under the tree, lowered her head and approached, her long hair on the young man's shoulders, tangled with the young man's hair.

"Like?" the boy raised the painting in his hand and smiled at Tao Yao.

"Well, it's like. The corners of Tao Yao's lips curved slightly, and her curved eyes seemed to be full of starlight.

The beauty in the painting is less than three points of her.

Yan Li smiled softly: Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin, and the tissue paper can't depict her purity and innocence.

"Can you teach me?" Tao Yao said softly, tilting her head to look at him expectantly, "I also want to draw Yan Li." ”

"Good. Yan Li looked back and smiled at Tao Yao.

Flute and dance, red sleeves add fragrance.

"You're going to shave. The woman stood outside the main hall and looked at the solemn scene inside.

The young man knelt and sat without saying a word, and strands of black hair fell from his head.

The woman didn't leave, just quietly watched the shaving ceremony.

Until the abbot put down the razor, burned incense and cleaned his hands, the young man followed him with the master's monk's robe, and passed by the woman. The woman looked at the young man and said, "Yan Li, have you given up?"

The boy was just silent, and at the moment when the woman turned around, the boy took a step forward, but didn't say anything, just lowered his head and hugged the master's robe.

That day, the young man stood until it was dark, and the monks came and went outside the Buddha hall, until the bell rang, the young man seemed to wake up, running, kneeling outside the master's door, he thought that the master would agree, maybe he would agree, the master had always been so indulgent to him, but the next day, what he heard was the news that the master was going to retreat and pass away.

He finally gave up.

On that day, the Void Temple was extremely quiet, and the city was full of manuscripts.

Master is gone.

Two relics were offered in front of the Buddha.

He put on the dark golden robe given by the master, walked into the Buddha hall and bowed down amid the chanting of the monks.

That night, he heard singing, beautiful singing, and he knew she was coming.

He walked to the stream, the moonlight was hazy, the stream was quiet, and she danced like no one under the tree, as if she had seen it for the first time.

He approached.

"Yan Li, you're here. She smiled, the corners of her lips curling slightly.

"I, I'm now called Youtan. He looked at him, his hands clenched into fists under his robes.

"Yan Li, I have never regretted it. The curvature of the corners of her lips deepened, and her eyes were full of tenderness, not as blank as she had seen at first sight.

"Thank you for teaching me love. ”

She reached out to herself and smiled softly.

His hand struggled under the sleeve of his coat, but in an instant, she turned into a multitude of peach blossoms and vanished. He just watched her smile fade and fade. Out of reach.

The end of the world is just a stone's throw away.

"If there is an end of love in the world, I would rather have a broken intestine and sleep with flowers. Yan Li watched her write this poem on paper.

The handwriting is elegant and chic, like his handwriting.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" she smiled gently.

"Well, it's beautiful. Yan Li chuckled.

She had smiled at him and showed him her ink, but now it was her masterpiece.

"No!"

Youtan drooped his head and spurted blood, his body arched, his lines extremely stiff, why did he go through this again?