The Mo family's mansion, Bai Shou looked at the restored right hand, as white as jade, as always, the face in the bronze mirror is no longer changing, although the demon power in the body is almost exhausted, but this result obviously makes her very satisfied, a little powder, carefully carved, eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, and there are thousands of thoughts;

Thinking of Mo Li, her heart warmed, she missed him very much, as soon as she thought of this, she smiled, forcibly suppressed the chaotic sorrows, put aside the mystery in her heart, and abandoned it, her smile was like a flower, blooming in an instant, waving her hand lightly, picking up the brush, but she inexplicably felt a heartache;

"Bang dang!"

The paintbrush fell on the dresser, Bai Shou raised his hand to cover his chest, the stinging pain like a pinprick made her delicate body tremble, her heart was in a trance, Mo Li's handsome face appeared in her mind, in the dark, there seemed to be something bad happening, which made her worry so that her chest was stuffy;

"Don't leave! Husband! White heads are inseparable! Husband wait for me! No matter where you are! ”

Bai Shou didn't even have time to recover his demonic power, he waved his hand and shot out a pink demonic power, lifting the seal of the room, his figure flickered, turned into a light smoke, and disappeared into the room.

"Whoosh!"

Bai Shou bit his red lips, suppressed the inexplicable nervousness, and the spontaneous loss, the stinging pain in his heart, and the frequency of the heartbeat, gradually merged, the pink brilliance, fleeting, galloping, like a meteor catching the moon, towards the direction of the Spring Courtyard, flying at great speed, anxious;

In the Spring Courtyard, Qiu Ju's delicate face is like jade, Mo Li's drunken eyes are blurred, and the two people who are close at hand, at this moment, look at each other, as if they are in another world, faintly, Qiu Ju's beautiful face, and the beautiful shadow in white clothes in Mo Li, gradually overlap together, merge into one, and let him sink completely;

"White head! Wife! I miss you so much! ”

Mo Li struggled to get up, burst into tears, muttered emotionally, hugged Qiu Ju in his arms, hugged him tightly, and used almost all his strength, that pitiful appearance, as if he was afraid that the beauty in his arms would suddenly push him away again and turn away;

The hoarse voice, full of grievances and sadness, sadness and helplessness, like a helpless child, touched the softness in Qiu Ju's heart, and the warm tears moistened her fragrant shoulders, making her feel an unforgettable pain, as if the fragile soul was burned by hot tears;

"Childe! The slave family is Qiu Ju! No... Well! ~”

When Qiu Ju heard this, while empathizing with her, the sadness in her heart was even more difficult to hide, and she burst into tears in an instant, explaining in a sad and tearful tone, that she didn't want to be a soulless shell even on her first night, or even become a substitute for others, to be a shadow of a stranger;

It's a pity that Mo Li, who was intoxicated, didn't give her a chance to explain at all, and without waiting for her to finish, he grabbed her delicate shoulders, brutally pressed her to the ground, kissed her cherry lips domineeringly, greedily breathed her body fragrance, eagerly tasted her sweetness, and demanded her wonderfulness;

"Childe! Lightly, it hurts... Yes! ”

From wanton taking, to crazy possession, the kind of reckless wildness, the roughness of confusion, and gradually conquered Qiu Ju, who had just inherited the rain and dew, and with a heart-rending scream, she completely gave up the struggle, and took the initiative to sink into desire with the majesty in front of her, unwilling to be sober;

The two of them moved from the ground to the bed, listening to the emotional panting in their ears, the charming whispering, and the venting Mo Li, gradually sobering up, looking at the tactful figure under them, familiar with obvious strangeness, he indulged, numb and chose to continue, indulging in pleasure;

"Huh! Nothing to be done! Looks! Know each other and fall in love! Death! Now, are you going to forget about me? Mo Li, until now, I found out that you are not even as good as Mo Tong! It's a pity that it's too late to regret it! Alas! That's it! And let me! Go with the wind! ”

The house is full of spring, the two of them are kissed, the ugliness of the spring breeze, a fairy outside the window who is flying in the clouds, all in the eyes, two lines of tears, with a few idiots, falling with the wind, disappearing without a trace, I don't know where it will break, after a sigh, a white shadow also goes away with the wind;

The crazy two, a few clouds and rain, in the bitter sea of desire, struggling to rise and fall, indulging in demand, time flies, it seems that they can't bear to look at it anymore, this chaotic infatuated man and woman, tossed all night, until the early hours of the morning, before the clouds and rain rested, hugged each other and slept deeply;

"Poof!"

A white-clothed figure suddenly fell from the air, fell to the ground weakly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and fell on the white clothes like snow, like a blood-colored plum blossom with proud snow and cold, quietly blooming, two lines of clear tears slipped down, turning into dewdrops on plum blossom petals, shining in the moonlight;

This inverted figure is the white head who went away with the wind, I don't know if it was hurt by love, or because she was worried about her safety, squeezing her potential, and using excessive demonic power, but at the moment, she seems to be completely unaware of all this, or she may be sad and dead, so she doesn't care;

"Do I love you like this? It's really hateful! ”

Bai Shou struggled to get up, staggered forward, pale face, teary eyes, looking lost and depressed, a wisp of bright red blood at the corner of his mouth, looking very sad, when he faltered, he couldn't help but whisper, and his tone was full of endless remorse;

"Mo Tong! Where are you? ”

At this moment, in Bai Shou's heart, as clear as Mo Li's face, only Mo Tong's face remained, and the picture hidden in his memory quietly emerged again, one after another from the past, vividly, full of sincere concern, lingering in his ears, as if it was yesterday;

Bai Shou appeared in his original form, turning into a nine-tailed white fox, four-legged force, soaring into the air, light and agile body, fluttering and flying on countless roofs, as if walking under the moon, after a while, he found a secluded corner, hid his body, healed with all his might, and never returned to Mo's house;

"Bang bang!"

On the other side, outside the city of Kyoto, a few panting, sweaty, angry, embarrassed figures, staggered to the city gate, holding the heavy city gate with both hands, kneeling on the ground exhausted, knocking on the city gate weakly, crying hoarsely;

"Help! Open the door! Open the gates! There are ghosts! ”

"Official! Please! Open the door to the little ones! There really are ghosts! ”

"O ancestors! Open the door! Help me! Demons eat people! ”

"Woo... It's over, I can't run away! Third brother, the sixth son doesn't want to die! Woo..."

The knock of several people on the door did not get a response, but attracted a gust of wind blowing, and the cold night wind quickly dried the sweat on their bodies, eroding their fragile souls. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info