Cen Duxiao held his face in a panic, the cracks on his face golden light leaked through her fingers, as if he would shatter and disappear in the next second, she said anxiously: "Don't do stupid things!"

Wangshu still didn't mean to stop, and was determined to make way for Fusang and complete Cen Duxiao and Fusang.

Cen Duxiao didn't know if the shattering of Wangshu's primordial spirit would bring Fusang back, and watching his actions of hurting herself, she couldn't bear to be like a knife.

She had to stabilize him temporarily: "I like you too, in my heart you are as important as Fusang, don't hurt yourself, I will feel distressed." ”

"Really?" Wangshu's eyes were full of wounds, the golden light on his face gradually dissipated, and the tiny cracks still remained on his skin, and he looked like a beautiful and fragile white porcelain.

Cen Duxiao was speechless and choked, in the end, she and Fusang were sorry for this little sword spirit and took away his sword life, Fusang probably didn't expect him to be emotional, and because of his emotion, he would have different thoughts from Fusang and make different actions from Fusang.

It stands to reason that because Fusang's divine consciousness is integrated into the sword, Wangshu can have a physical body, and his actions should be influenced by Fusang, but now he actually eats Fusang's vinegar.

Cen Duxiao suddenly remembered that Fusang ate the vinegar of his own doppelganger more than five hundred years ago, and Wangshu really looked like Fusang at this point.

Perhaps, he was originally Fusang, but he didn't know it, or he couldn't let go of his pride in the sword that day, so he didn't want to admit that he was Fusang.

"Really. Cen Duxiao looked at him as if she had seen Fusang more than five hundred years ago, so her answer was extremely sincere.

Wangshu was still lying on the ground and couldn't get up, he grabbed her hand, and with a little force, her center of gravity fell unsteadily on top of him.

Cen Duxiao was just about to get up, but he dragged her again, she could feel the weight of his hands and his heaving chest, it seemed that this time he was really angry, he was trying his best to endure the anger in his chest.

She couldn't help but reflect on whether she had spoken to him in too cold tone, blaming him for Gu Jingmo's sake and making him feel uncomfortable?

Fusang and he are both Wangshu, and they both rely on Wangshu to survive, shouldn't she favor one over the other?

Her thoughts were like a mess, and she only listened to her eyes staring at her steadily, and said word by word: "Don't talk to other men in the future." ”

Cen Duxiao struggled to withdraw her hand, but she didn't dare to push too hard, for fear that he would break it again, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "You are too unreasonable!"

She held back the urge to roll her eyes, she was even more domineering than Fusang?! Fusang didn't even ask not to let her talk to other men.

Wangshu suddenly hugged her waist, she was close to his chest, almost lying down, and finally she simply gave up the struggle and lay on his side in his arms.

Wangshu pressed his chin against the top of her head and said indignantly: "You are mine, I don't care if you like Fusang or me, you will only belong to my body in the future, you can no longer be too intimate with other men like you did just now." ”

Cen Duxiao was not convinced, raised her head and glared at him: "Where is it too close, obviously you want to be crooked! Blame me? He is my senior brother, we grew up together, what can we have?"

What did he think about this iron-headed melon seed all day long? What did he think she and Gu Jingmo were doing? How could his imagination be so rich!

I'm so dirty that I'm sorry for his white and flawless white clothes!

Wangshu poked her forehead hard and snorted, "I don't care, anyway, no." ”

Cen Duxiao pouted, feeling wronged, "He's a ghost, I can't touch him, how can I be intimate!"

Wangshu really can't do anything about her, does she really not understand or pretend not to understand? He thought that she was only ashamed in front of him, but it turned out that it was the same in front of any man?

"If I don't come out, you're going to carve a ...... for him You woman, do you know what it means to be indecent and disrespectful!"

It made him embarrassed to say this, Cen Duxiao didn't feel anything wrong with a girl's family!

"Oh, didn't you carve it for me......" The corners of Cen Duxiao's mouth hooked a playful arc, and when she saw him jumping angrily, she became more and more interested.

When Wang Shu heard this, his eyes were on fire, as if he could burn her with a fire, he taught her a good lesson with this question today, and vowed to tame her wild nature.

"Then I'm you, if I don't help you, how are you going to carve it?Let Gu Jingmo take off his pants, do you watch him carve!!"

Just thinking about it made Wangshu half angry, but Cen Duxiao didn't think so!

The girls are all ashamed to answer, how can they come to Cen Duxiao like a wild horse that has escaped!

Cen Duxiao bit her lower lip, pretending to have an unspeakable expression, and said, "I...... I don't have to look at him, how can I be disrespectful to my senior brother? I was going to engrave it to your size, but I just ...... I've only seen your ......"

Cen Duxiao's innocent look was matched with Tian's shameless words, making Wangshu unimaginable how there could be such a woman in this world, in the past and present life, her boldness in the affairs of men and women has really not changed at all, has her soul character taken root?

However, her words lingered in Wangshu's mind, as if she had thrown a fire in him.

Wangshu's face flushed, and he half-hung his eyelashes, staring at her two moist cherry lips.

His throat was suddenly dry and tight, and he cursed secretly, don't look away, don't dare to look at her again.

He tensed up, his fingers under his sleeves turned white, and he still couldn't control the slight tremors of his body.

So thirsty...... And she was the nectar, he wanted to hug her, he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to ...... He didn't dare to think about it, he wasn't Fusang.

He let go of her suddenly, and his voice was hoarse: "You get up." ”

Cen Duxiao could naturally feel the amazing hard heat he was burning at the moment, no different from a piece of iron that had been put into a fire and burned for half a night.

What the hell is he fighting with himself?

Why is it that since that night, he seems to have been beaten back to his original form, and he has refused to admit that he is Fuso?

She flashed a thought, did anyone do anything to Wangshu Jian? Just like that time, Qiong Lin used his hands and feet on the sword, concentrating the power of the Ten Thousand Desolation God Formation on the blade.

Cen Duxiao went to pick a piece of sawdust from his hair, but he grabbed his wrist, and he suppressed his voice and said, "Don't touch me, don't add fuel to the fire." ”

"Okay, I won't touch you. Cen Duxiao got up and pulled him up, he quickly stood still and didn't dare to hit her.

I don't know if he got up too violently, he was a little dizzy, he closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he looked at the flying debris in the room, and wondered, "What happened?"

"Yizhi?" Cen Duxiao was pleasantly surprised.

Fusang pressed the corner of his forehead, still dizzy, "Have I slept for a long time again?"

Cen Duxiao glanced out the window, it was now dusk, and it was almost the same time that Wangshu woke up that day.

Therefore, when it comes to unitary, Wangshu will change back to the Fusang personality, and when it comes to the early morning, it will be the sword spirit personality?

OMG...... Can you still make people fall in love!!