Pingjiang City Inn——

Cen Duxiao chuckled: "Are you being coquettish?"

Fusang stared at her drunkenly, took her hand and put it on his heart, and he whispered, "Can you give me a little love, just a little, don't ...... Don't give it all to Fuso, can you?"

His voice was low, and his heart was sour and painful when he said this. He pressed her hand a little harder, as if it would relieve his pain.

His eyes were like twilight clouds, and the dew had not yet fallen.

Puzzlement flashed across Cen Duxiao's expression, her smile froze on her face, and she was looking at him inexplicably.

I don't know if the drunken person's mind is more excited, and the senses are more sensitive, Fusang saw that she didn't answer, and said, "I don't ask you to like me better than him, but I want to be a little more every day, just a little ......."

It was by the strength of the wine that he mustered up the courage to say these words, and when he had said that, as if using all his strength, he let go of his grip on hers, and placed it on the back of her hand.

Hmm? What's the situation?

Could it be that today's little wolf dog personality has not appeared?

This reaction is clearly Wangshu!

Does this person still take leave and not come? Or is it that they don't change personalities regularly, and it was just a coincidence the other day?

But today's wedding day!

What do you mean!

Cen Duxiao frowned slightly, her heart swaying.

Ever since Wangshu was in love, she found that Wangshu's personality was less and less like Fusang, and he seemed to be very resistant to her treating him as Fusang.

But because he likes her, he has no choice but to deliberately learn Fusang to please her, this kind of powerless, unable to extricate himself, and abandoning his self-esteem makes him heartbroken and sad.

People say that they spit out the truth after drinking, is the state at the moment the real Wangshu?

"What was I thinking? It's all him. Cen Duxiao shook her head and drove away the cranky thoughts in her head.

She met his affectionate eyes, his eyes were slightly red, soaked in sadness, and her heart suddenly felt guilty and blamed.

She felt his heartbeat, fluttering, every beat for her, and she repeatedly told herself that the man lying down was Fuso, who loved her with all her heart.

What if you only have half a wisp of consciousness?

She should take her time to accept such a fuso, is it important for her to be complete or not?

Isn't it important to accompany you in the long run?

She can't hurt Fuso like before, she can't have the slightest doubt and hesitation, she should believe him unconditionally.

Maybe when Ganmu grows up, he won't have a split personality anymore, and she just has to wait patiently.

What if she can't wait? What if she never sees his little wolf dog Fusang again?

She was suddenly terrified, afraid of losing him again, afraid that her world would be as starless as ever.

She thought for a long time, touched his hot face, and asked tentatively, "Are you Wangshu or Fusang?"

"I'm ......" Fuso's gaze flickered in a trance, "He doesn't ......" He paused, using what little reason he had left to control himself and not say any more.

Cen Duxiao's heartstrings shook: "What's wrong with him?"

It was about her sixth sense that haunted her, and she felt that Fuso might have something to hide from her.

At this time, you should be able to ask him for the confusion technique, right?

No, you can't do that to him again!

"Ah Yan, let's sleep, I'm good...... So sleepy. Fuso pulled her into his arms and hugged her shoulders tightly, leaving no room for her to break free.

"You let me go first, I have to undress and sleep." ”

Cen Duxiao didn't take off her shoes, her legs were still under the bed, and if she slept in this position for one night, her legs would be numb and stiff.

Fusang didn't mean to let go of her, afraid that she would grow two more feet and run, afraid that she would grow a pair of wings on her back and fly.

Forget it, let's solve it with magic.

Her fingertips flashed with spiritual power, and the light of spiritual power fluctuations was a little dazzling, Fusang blinked, as if he was more awake, and said in surprise: "Don't! Don't take it off!!"

With that, he let go of her and rolled over and slept inside, facing the wall sideways.

Cen Duxiao was messy by the bed alone......

No, we're all so familiar that we need to get a good night's sleep?

Isn't the seven-year itch here?

In her past life and this life, plus her chaotic soul period, she and Fusang have known each other for hundreds of years, and many seven years have passed, so he is tired of himself?

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Fuso lay on her side with her back to her, and she leaned up and grabbed him from behind with one hand under his armpit.

She asked, "Are you asleep?"

The people around him did not answer, and did not move.

Cen Duxiao clinged to his back, a hand reached into his underwear, and stopped on his left chest, this guy's heart was beating so fast, he could really sleep?

Her hand was extremely dishonest, how could she be willing to rest only on his chest. She wrapped herself around him like an octopus, groping everywhere she could.

She smiled and sighed: "My father-in-law is in such a good figure, and his muscles are really tight." She went down a little further, "Hmm...... It's huge. ”

Fuso: "......!!!" this squint-eyed female hooligan......

Cen Duxiao obviously felt that the breathing of the person next to him was gradually disordered, and his body trembled and fever slightly, but he didn't hide away, so he pretended to be asleep.

For some reason, I suddenly abstained from sex......

Even if it's a little milk dog personality, it's not supposed to be like this! They are already married, what should have happened and what shouldn't have happened, didn't it happen a long time ago? What is he holding back?

This man's personality collapsed too quickly, and she really didn't fit in.

She said half-jokingly, "Tell me honestly, where did you hide my treasure?"

Fusang couldn't help but shudder, rolled over and grabbed her wrists, and tied her hands to the top of her head, and he pressed against her.

Cen Duxiao stared at him with bright eyes, her expression was wonderful, her cherry lips were about to move, and the corners of her lips were pouting with a charming and moving smile.

"Ah Yan ......" Fusang looked confused, and called her softly in a tone of disarming and surrendering, this woman was always so shameless, so that he couldn't hold it.

At this moment, there was a sound of messy footsteps outside the door, and someone was pacing around the door.

Cen Duxiao didn't want to care about it, but when she thought that there were demons in Yanggu, she couldn't help but guess if it was related to the puppet who confused her mind to find out the news.

As soon as she and Fusang came out of Yanggu, someone followed?

"You stay, I'll go out and have a look. ”

Cen Duxiao quickly withdrew, and in the blink of an eye, he was already dressed and shoeed and walked out.

Walking outside the door, but there was no suspicious trace, she searched the inn inside and out, but she didn't see anyone.

During the day, when she and Fusang checked in, the inn was obviously doing very good business, but in the middle of the night, what about the people?

She used her spiritual power to amplify her five senses and smelled a smell of blood.

She followed the smell and walked to a room at the back of the inn where miscellaneous items were piled up.

She pushed the door open, and the sight that caught her eyes made her bones cold and dumbfounded.

The room was full of severed arms and limbs, blood and brain spills, and it was impossible to see how many corpses there were in the house, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a big dismantling, and the smell of blood was so strong that she almost had acid in her stomach.

She pinched her nose and leaned closer, a black mist that seemed to linger over the indistinguishable human body.