The terrible cries of several people, roughly the same words, came into Bai Shou's ears, like a muffled thunder explosion, deafening, the news about Mo Tong in those words sounded so cruel to her, a heart-rending pain, quietly rising, unforgettable;

"Hehe... The one I love the most! Not only did I betray the alliance between us, but I also killed the person who loved me the most!

Bai Shou staggered back, suddenly stumbled under her feet, fell to the ground, she looked at the cold waning moon in the night sky, like a crazy miserable laughter, a pink demonic power drummed, violently rolling, dyeing her white clothes into a dazzling pink, bewitching but desolate;

"I hate you!"

The white head looked up to the sky and roared, the sound shook the four wilds, and then lowered his head, the mist filled his eyes, and instantly burst into tears, muttering desolate and sad, telling of unconcealable grief and pain, full of unspeakable remorse;

"Mo Tong! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for you!"

The low and tactful cry of sorrow floated and echoed in the cold night, but unfortunately, no one could hear it, the third brother and the others had already been stunned by the demonic power of the white head. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Shou lost control of the demonic power in his body because of his chaotic and complex thoughts and chaotic emotions, but by chance, he accidentally saved the lives of the third brother and others, and fainted to death several people in the past, so he was free from the erosion of the illusion of the heart, but at this moment, Bai Shou was like a mad demon and couldn't cry;

"No! I don't believe it! Mo Tong is not dead! I don't believe it!"

Bai Shou struggled to get up, dressed in pink clothes, in the miserable white moonlight, it looked enchanting, like an epiphany that bloomed quietly, crying about the moment of doomed sorrow, the crazy Bai Shou rushed to the third brother, raised his arm, used his demonic power, and took him in his hand;

The other hand was on the top of the third brother's head, and the pink demon power followed her crazy urging, a mysterious power, accompanied by the surging demon power, catering to the demon clan spell of yin and yang, and submerged in the third brother's mind.

"Nine Lives Demon Fox!Charm all beings!Dissect the soul!Absorb memories!Inherit supernatural powers!Ecstasy!Divine thoughts and demonic powers!Become one!"

With the exertion of the ecstasy, the clearest part of the memory about Mo Tong in the third brother's mind was gradually extracted by Bai Shou through the demonic power of the divine thought, and the demonic power that merged into one was gradually extracted, from being captured and humiliated to dying unjustly, one by one was clearly manifested in her mind;

Ecstasy: The Nine Lives Fox Demon Clan, inheriting one of the magic spells, combining their own demonic power and divine thoughts into one, analyzing the soul that is weaker than their own, and absorbing the required memory, the power depends on the strength of the cultivation of the person who performs this spell, as well as the degree of control over this magic spell;

When the power is at its strongest, it can even refine the caster who is weaker than himself into a puppet of the dead for driving away.

"And you!

Bai Shou, who fell into madness, at this moment, embodied the extreme affection and sex of the demon clan to the fullest, and pushed the body of the third brother to the side casually, concocted it in the same way, and repeated the trick, taking the body of the sixth son into his hand, after being ecstatic, he saw the same cruel picture;

"Ahh

A long howl startled countless birds and birds, shook the flowers and plants, the branches trembled, the leaves fell like rain, and a pink figure rose to the sky, against the sky, like Chang'e running to the moon, shedding a series of crystal teardrops, crossing the cold air and shattering to the ground;

Everything in this place, with the gloomy departure of the white head, returned to dead silence, until the next morning, the soldiers guarding the city, opened the city gate on time, only to find these Mofu slaves, embarrassed to fall to the ground, after waking up, two crazy, one stupid, one dead.

"Childe, you're awake!"

At noon, the sun was shining outside the window, and when Mo Li opened his eyes again, a pure and beautiful face came into view, face to face with him, taking the initiative to intersect with his lips and teeth, surrounded by fragrant tongues, and a soft and cold jade hand caressed his chest and wrapped around his body;

After another cloud and rain, Qiu Ju lay in Mo Li's arm, stretched out her green jade fingers, drew circles on his chest, felt his heartbeat and heat, thinking that between the two, it was just the joy of the day and night, and for a while sadness came from it, and it was difficult to suppress herself, and she couldn't help but burst into tears;

"Huh, what's wrong with you?"

Feeling the slight coolness coming from his chest, Mo Li frowned slightly, tightened the woman in his arms, turned his head sideways, and looked at her face second only to Bai Shou, pear blossoms with rain, bewitching eyes, mist filled, involuntarily a pain in his heart, his tone was as soft as water, full of pity and inquiry;

"Childe!"

Qiu Ju cried when she heard this, and took the initiative to kiss Mo Li's lips again, while frantically asking for it, she also wet Mo Li's cheeks with tears;

"What is it that worries you so much?"

Mo Li couldn't help but wonder in his heart, with both hands, he pushed away the bewitching woman who was kissing in his arms, patiently asked, and asked softly;

"Childe! I'm sorry! The slave family has lost his temper!"

When Qiu Ju heard this, tears poured out, and the sad grievances that had been hidden for many years were like the torrent of a river bursting the embankment, as if she could no longer stop, she rushed down, crying gloomily, but she was silent, she bit her blood-colored cherry lips, bowed her head again, and stuck to Mo Li's chest, hugging him tighter;

"If there is any grievance, although it is said, if there is a difficulty, this son can help him, and he will never refuse!"

Seeing this, Mo Li's face was displeased, his tone was slightly angry, and he seemed to be extremely dissatisfied with Qiu Ju's attitude of spitting and spitting;

"Childe! The slave family begs the son to redeem himself for the slave family, the slave family does not ask for it, can have the slightest reputation, just wants to be able to devote his life to accompany the son, serve the son, and when the son needs it, do his best to repay the kindness of the son, I wonder if the son can agree to the slave family?"

Hearing this, Qiu Ju bowed her head again, lying on Mo Li's chest, feeling the familiar and unfamiliar warmth, choked up and said her heart, her words were sad, full of helplessness and sadness, and unwillingness that was so thick that she could not hide it at all:

"Although the slave family is in the land of fireworks, they also hope that in this life and this life, they can be from the beginning to the end, and the body will be entrusted to the son, the slave family is willing, but they don't want to be reduced to playthings again, committed to others, if the son has a heart, he doesn't want to see the slave family, and it ends up like this!"

Feeling the enchanting Qiu Ju's delicate body trembling slightly, the stunner in her arms, the delicate beauty of the first rain and dew, the pear blossom with the rain, the sweet words on the pillow after the extreme tenderness, it is distressing, swallowing fragrant sincere words, every sentence is reasonable, so that the dizzy Mo Li fell into contemplation.