Wangshu wanted to find out if there was her in his heart that didn't exist, he plucked up his courage, took a deep breath, he turned around, and whispered, "Or, you kiss me again, I, I want to see if I have a happy ...... Likes you. ”

Wangshu's voice became lower and lower, and Cen Duxiao looked at him in surprise, and then burst out laughing.

In Shenmu's memory, Fusang was like Wangshu when he was young, in the face of other people's emotions, he was able to persuade one by one, and when it was his turn, he was slow and dazed.

Once Yuqin Fairy hinted that he had a good impression of him, but he didn't notice it, but after the Hades King pointed it out, he was so frightened that he retreated again and again, throwing away the fairy brocade given by the fairy like a hot hand.

But in front of her in his previous life, how could he be so open?

The main reason is that she is active enough, there are few women in this time and space who are as profligate and shameless as her, so they are fresh enough in his eyes?

The worry that Fusang's personality would not be able to come back gradually faded in Cen Duxiao's heart, and she had an inexplicable intuition that the Wangshu in front of her was Fusang, whether it was because of what happened when Fusang's half of his divine sense was integrated into the sword body, or who moved Wangshu's sword body, so that Wangshu occasionally didn't know who he was.

He's eating his own vinegar?

Seeing her smile inexplicably, Wangshu's face turned red again, as if the blood in his whole body was concentrated on his face, and he was so ashamed that the blush on his face couldn't go away for a long time.

No, where did he get his blood?! He was really dizzy! No wonder his former master, Michicho Matsuru, had never married a wife in his life, and the woman was simply too complicated and terrifying!

"When...... When I didn't say!" That's annoying!...... What a laugh!

Wangshu was about to plunge headlong into the sword to hide, but Cen Duxiao teleported in front of him, hooked the back of his neck with his arms, and whispered, "My good Sangsang, I really like you more and more, why are you so cute?"

Wangshu stood there like a stake, not daring to move, let alone reaching out to push her away, because she was not dressed......

Wangshu stretched his neck to look into the distance, and used a scolding to hide his panic: "I said that I am not Fusang!

No matter how angry Cen Duxiao was, he was interested in teasing "Little Fusang". She looked at him tenderly, and his eyes swept her apricot eyes that were dripping with tenderness.

She gently stroked the bridge of his nose and lips and delicately outlined it, and wherever he went, there seemed to be flames flowing, stabbing him whirling all over the world, but like lead all over his body, and the stone was so stiff that he refused to dodge.

Those bright eyes always dodged and didn't dare to look at her, his breathing seemed to be a mess and collapsed, and he was so nervous that he almost forgot how to breathe.

Cen Duxiao clung to his chest, and he could feel her heat and tenderness through his clothes.

Wangshu suddenly felt that his throat was dry, he swallowed unconsciously, she curled the corners of her lips and smiled, and her fingertips touched his Adam's apple.

His chest was cold and hard, but it was warmer and softer in his ribcage.

Oh! I can't like her, I'm going to hurt!

Wangshu struggled repeatedly in her stomach, and quickly pushed her away, and the thoughts of wanting to kiss her and wanting her were intertwined repeatedly.

Cen Dui knew that he was struggling with himself, just like in his previous life, when she kissed Fusang for the first time, the guy was very honest when he said that he didn't want to be physical.

Ha, this man is going back the more he lives, this belongs to the sequelae of tearing divine consciousness?

Wangshu trembled slightly, his gaze turned uncontrollably to her eyes, he leaned over and slowly approached her lips, he wanted to hold her lips in his mouth and kiss them desperately, he couldn't wait to possess her completely again.

It's a strange feeling, obviously his body has already gotten her, but he feels that it is not his behavior, it can't be regarded as him getting Cen Duxiao's body and mind.

He thought like this, and finally reason prevailed, and his tone was particularly solemn and a little aggrieved: "Cen Duxiao, I'm not him, really not, don't treat me as him, don't apply your attitude towards him to me, you don't like me......"

After speaking, he suddenly turned into a ray of white light and quickly drilled into the sword, as if there was a flood beast outside, and he had to hide quickly.

He didn't dare to face her, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to restrain himself, and he was even more afraid that he would be injured, he was just a sword spirit with Fusang's memory, he shouldn't have snatched Fusang's her, he was just a bystander of their love.

He still didn't see her for the time being, even if she was sad, he had to be ruthless not to see her. When Fuso appeared, he would naturally fly out to reunite with her.

Cen Duxiao couldn't figure out what this piece of iron was thinking for a while, she picked up the Wangshu sword and looked at it carefully.

Is she thinking wrong again? Wangshu is Wangshu, Fusang is Fusang, they are two very similar but completely different individuals, they just share the same body?

She was too irritated to confirm this idea, if this was the case, it was indeed unfair to Wangshu himself, he should not be another person to live.

When Ganmu Keshi is in the world and the other half of Fusang's divine consciousness is revived, will she find a way to extract the Fusang divine consciousness in Wangshu's body?

Looking at Shu Na's tangled appearance, he seemed to like her......

She thought that she and Fusang had worked hard, but the problem in front of her was still even more difficult.

She got dressed and lay listlessly on the table, and she didn't come to her senses until there was a knock on the door.

"Senior sister, I found you a piece of wood, you can see if it is suitable. ”

Prince Hao knew each other very well, and after speaking, he directly passed a piece of one-person-high wood into the house.

Prince Hao suddenly brightened, and he concluded that Wangshu was Fusang.

Yesterday, Wangshu deliberately broke him away and stayed in the house with Cen Duxiao all night, he didn't have any suspicions, but at night he passed by their door and wondered if they wanted to have dinner, but found that there was a soundproof barrier at the door, Rao was no longer in his hands, he could guess that something could not have happened between Wangshu and Cen Duxiao.

From the past to the present, only the master can win the fine score of the senior sister, who else can Wangshu be if he is not Fusang!

He was pleasantly surprised, since Master was unwilling to reveal his identity, he would no longer be embarrassed, and now it was safer for Master to hide his true identity.

Cen Duxiao took the wood handed in by Prince Hao, and couldn't help but feel that this kid was too sensible, and he must want to be crooked.

I'm afraid Fusang's identity can't be hidden from the prince, but fortunately, the prince's pure temperament and his father are not the same way, he is not like the son of the Emperor of Heaven, but like Fusang.

Gu Jingmo's body was corroded and damaged by poison, and if he wanted to return his yang, he could only find another body.

Cen Duxiao asked Prince Hao to find a golden silk nan that had not been punished by heaven in Yanggu, and it was much easier to take a piece of wood and carve a body out of wood than to find a dying person.

In this way, Gu Jingmo can still live as Gu Jingmo without occupying other people's lives.

Cen Duxiao wanted to shrink Wangshu into a small blade to engrave, and the spiritual power of her fingertips flashed, she paused, withdrew her fingers and stopped.

Forget it, he doesn't want to pay attention to her, right?