"Mei'er, don't ......panic," Feng Qianji said, "A big girl has no legs and crawls around all day long, which is not very good-looking." ”

"I'm not afraid!" Jiu Mingmei said stiffly, "It's a big deal to find other bones to connect with!" ”

Feng Qianji sneered: "If you pick it up well, it's called a work of art, if you don't pick it up well, wouldn't it be a monster?" ”

"You dislike it?"

"I hate it~~"

Feng Qianji's smiling voice bit her ear. A sentence of "disgust", consistent insincerity, like a worm, drilled into her heart and lungs, and made her heart ache. There was a purple image in front of her, and Jiu Mingmei was even more unbearable, she wanted to tear the purple veil away, but she was afraid that she would move too violently and hurt him.

Now he is so fragile, like an almost transparent glass cup, which will shatter at the touch of it. Why is this happening? Isn't he strong? It seems that since he saw him, he has everything in his hands, planning step by step, and beckoning pleasure. Although he is a beautiful mortal, he has a sturdy body, a wise mind, and superb skills, which are much stronger than those straw bag immortals in the heavenly realm.

From hostility, to alliances, to liking, to fighting side by side...... Step by step, he broke into her heart and quickly took over the high ground. What a fierce man he is, so fierce that she once had a feeling that there is nothing in this world that he can't do, there is no road he can't push, and the guy who can be with her in this world, all the way to the black, is him.

However, this weak water can't even deal with the gods and demons, and he. But a mortal.

At this moment, Jiu Mingmei suddenly realized that the old man who died was estimated to be a single dog, and he couldn't see people's kindness and love the most, and he broke up a couple.

The tip of his nose was so sour, as if he had poured several jars of sour lemon juice, his eyes were wet and sticky, and many tears rolled down. This mortal human skin, Te's fragility, but her strong soul. Unprecedented. Unable to combat the fragility of the skin.

Feng Qianji watched his body gradually disappear, and while his right hand was still left, he panicked and stroked her hair, her small earlobes, the tip of her nose, her rosy lips, and her flat and soft lower abdomen.

It's good that she's fine. That's nice.

Feng Qianji is very clear. The corrosive power of weak water. I don't even have a trick to smoke the pool. Even if you attach bones to this broken body, and then turn it into bones, it will not be able to stop the destruction of this body and soul.

For the first time, he wanted to thank the old pervert of the smoked pool. The purple gauze robe left for him still had some magic left over from Mei'er's eyes, which could temporarily suppress her movements and prevent her from really cutting off her own body to catch him.

He was even more glad that Mei'er couldn't see the process of his disappearance, and in the future, he was still a tall and mighty beautiful man. Oh, look how prescient he was.

However, she couldn't see it, so why did she cry? Hasn't his Mei'er always been as strong as iron?

Tears wet the layers of purple veil, and deep purple traces appeared. Mei'er's sharp little teeth, this time she neither bites monsters nor chews grapes, but deals with her own lips, biting a bloody wound alive. The warm blood, the fishy sweet taste, tempting and painful.

"Ah Ji, what kind of trick did you do with this purple yarn!"

The right hand gradually dissipated, and Feng Qianji could no longer touch her.

The only remaining head is estimated to be long before it is touched.

He didn't answer, but evoked a charming smile: "Little Mei'er, I'm thirsty." ”

"Huh?"

"Well, you know I don't like sweets...... It's the same as before, three bowls of weak water, no sugar. ”

Feng Qianji's tone was as flat as usual, and there were some unique coquettish flavors among lovers, just like every ordinary day in the wine shop. Every time she added some honey to the soup porridge, he always complained, or, like an uncle, slapped his ass on the wine table, and ordered some drinks and dishes indiscriminately, as if he enjoyed the wonderful taste that pressed her. And his style can always make her laugh.

Jiu Mingmei smiled "poof", this smile doesn't matter, her facial features are out of place, and her tears and snot have wiped the purple yarn. Rao is dirty, but he still can't stop the hungry wolf-like kiss in the wind and thousands of clouds, the kiss is crazy and crazy, and the kiss is desolate, like the madness of the end of the world.

"I ...... I can't bear you...... Reluctantly, reluctantly ......"

longing to hold hands and travel all over the world;

longing to kiss the lips and look up to heaven and earth;

longing to accompany you, to fight the demons and monsters;

Eager to help you, resurrect Fengluan Immortal Mountain......

There are always many desires, many expectations, and many reluctances in heaven and earth.

Mortals occasionally comfort themselves: there is giving, there is gain.

Feng Qianji really wanted to comfort Mei'er with these words, and also comfort himself, but when the head, eyes, lips, and soul all disappeared without a trace, he really realized that he was talking nonsense to his grandmother! If you give it up, you will never get it again. Jaya......

The last strand of long black hair, shattered into powder, shook off in Jiu Mingmei's arms. Her eyes were still purple, and she could no longer feel his warmth, hear his teasing, or touch his strong body.

There was nothing left, only to find out, really, reluctantly......

Jiu Mingmei slowly leaned down, quietly lowered her head, did not cry or make trouble, and slowly looked for the powder remaining in the sand and stone according to her feelings. Even if only a little trace of him can be preserved, just a little.

But the wind was always so merciless, rolling up the powder, fluttering high, curling in mid-air, falling into the belly of the greedy weak water, and disappearing without a trace. She desperately chose, desperately searched, but all she could hold on to was cold sand and stones.

"Xiao Jiu, are you okay...... Right? Jingren ran over and wanted to comfort his junior sister, but he was already silent, and he didn't know what to say at this time. He frowned, wanting to pull Xiao Jiu up and take her out of the demon world quickly.

Onikasa stopped him, signaling that he had better not touch her at this time.

Jingren was puzzled and was about to pass, but found that Xiao Jiu had stood up by himself.

He hurriedly said: "Xiao Jiu, let's go to the heavenly realm from time to time, this ...... This is also the ...... of Feng Qianji"

Nine bright but didn't seem to hear anything, his body was straight as a pine, and he walked towards the weak water. It seemed that she was as strong as ever, but Jingren noticed that her steps were vain, her body was stiff, and her hands were hanging at her sides, trembling constantly. That's the reaction that only happens when you suppress the most intense emotions in your heart, and such a strong pressure will only bring a terrible backlash!

Isn't she going to go with the wind?

(To be continued.) )