The poplar flowers were sprinkled one after another, like spring snow in April, falling on Mo Siyou's shoulders and the skirt of the purple kite.

He gently placed her on the side of the spring, touched her cold cheek with pity, and saw that she was shivering from the cold, he couldn't help frowning, and whispered: "Silly girl, why do you want to block that poison dart for me?"

In fact, the moment the surnamed Tang made a move, Mo Siyou could see it clearly, that dart was coming at him, no matter who came to the rescue, he would be affected. How could the purple kite not see it? Or rather, she didn't think much about it at all.

The purple kite muttered uncomfortably, and when she heard his voice, she tried to open her eyes, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, fanning like two small fans. Yang Hua fell on her face like a gentle kiss.

She vaguely saw the person in front of her, the stunning face with a stunning appearance, silently gazing in the poplar flowers. For many years, she looked forward to his gaze staying for her, and this moment was like a dream come true.

But is it really that man? Five hundred years ago, he had disappeared into the sky......

She saw it with her own eyes!

Bitter tears, uninhibited, overflowed from the corners of her eyes, little by little.

"Girl, are you uncomfortable?" Mo Siyu saw tears in the corners of Zi Kite's eyes, and hurriedly wiped the tears for her with her slender fingers.

This familiar temperature, familiar voice, is clearly not to ask!

Purple Kite believes that she will never admit her mistake. Such a familiar person, the person who loves her to the bone, how could she admit her mistake? It's just that he has an aura that is different from Mo Wen. For her, although Mo Wen cares, he is not intimate enough, no matter who he is in front of, Mo Wen is cold and indifferent. As his apprentice, she could only stay by his side silently, waiting for him to come with a careless look.

That alone was enough for her to be excited for a long time.

But the person in front of him, the unhesitating care and love in his eyes made Purple Kite's heart feel as if it had been pasted with a hot soldering iron. That feeling, so sharp and hot, overwhelmed her.

Because it made her hesitate. Is this person really Mo Wen? Or is it really someone who has something to do with Mo Wen?

Looking at those misty eyes, Mo Siyou's heart slowly opened up a trace of watery tenderness. He wiped away her tears and glanced at the babbling hot spring next to her, he couldn't just throw her into it. Yes, he lowered his hand and moved it to her waist, and his slender ten fingers began to untie her belt.

This ambiguous movement made Purple Kite's body tremble slightly, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at Mo Siyou in surprise, while holding his hand to stop his movements.

Mo Siyou looked at the nervous expression on her face, and couldn't help but be a little amused, but thinking that they hadn't known each other five hundred years ago, this girl's reaction was also normal. At this time, she doesn't belong to him yet...... I don't know why, thinking of this, Mo Siyou felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

In her past 1,000 years, did she love other people?

"Girl......" Mo Siyou's chest was sullen, and she couldn't help but call her name. But there is no way to ask those questions. Looking at her pale face, his heart was filled with more pain. It can't go on like this.

He leaned down, approached her, sniffed the fragrance of her body mixed with Yang Hua, and whispered, "Girl, I want to save you." I'll be responsible for you!"

The warm breath flowed on the purple kite's face, making her slightly stunned, and her eyes were half blurred, staring at the face in front of her for a moment.

"Girl, trust me. He looked her in the eye and said word by word.

"Master......"

Is that you? Don't ask, is it really you? Are you coming back to save me?

Purple Kite muttered in her heart, slowly letting go of her hand.

Mo Siyou was stunned for a moment when she heard the two words she muttered. At this time, she didn't recognize him as a master, her master was......

Demon Lord Mo asked?!

For her, the person she can trust, is it Mo Wen?

A sour emotion emerged in Mo Siyou's heart, and he finally suppressed it, calmed down, and continued to untie her cumbersome clothes, and then carried her into the water.

The warmth of the spring soon spread throughout her body, and the purple kite groggily did not know whether to fall asleep or faint. Her shallow breathing led to the rise and fall of her chest, and the soft touch tossed and turned in Mo Siyou's palm, slowly burning like a fire, licking his palm, and seeping into his skin, setting his whole body on fire.

Although he has had the most intimate contact with Purple Kite, her beauty always makes him feel that he is not enough. Now sitting face to face with her in the water, feeling the tremor of her body, Mo Siyou's mind is full of pictures. He could only close his eyes and try not to look at her, beads of sweat slowly sliding down his forehead, wetting his fluttering eyelashes, crisp and itchy, almost making him a little uncontrollable.

Only this girl, only her, can make him have such an uncontrollable impulse!

When Mo Siyu reluctantly calmed himself down again, he opened his eyes and saw that the blood spilling from the wound on her arm had turned to a normal color, and his heart finally fell peacefully. At this moment, the purple kite choked out a mouthful of blood, which trickled down her white chin and dripped into the smoke-filled water. It was as if all her strength had been drained at once, and she slipped limply into his arms, and fell on his strong chest.

"Girl?" Mo Siyu put his arm around her and hugged her tightly in his arms, as if he was reluctant to miss the opportunity to stay with her for a minute and a second.

He's doing it to himself, isn't he?" Mo Siyu smiled bitterly. Five hundred years later, I don't know how to cherish her goodness, but when she doesn't know him, she loves her desperately.

"Girl......"

The emotional whispering made the purple kite feel as if she was in a heavy dream, but her consciousness was a little lucid. She could feel the heavy heartbeat coming from under the man's chest, just as reassuring as when Mo Wen held her in the past. But this kind of hug is different from before, with a hint of ambiguity, inch by inch.

The man was like a fire, burning her body.

She kissed on his chest, skin-to-skin without gaps, making her blush and heartbeat. Although her throat was hoarse and she couldn't say half a sentence, this feeling made her ashamed and happy. If it can, it's okay if time stands still in this moment. She can treat him as Mo Qian, and accept this unimaginable tenderness.

At this time, she didn't know that the man in front of her was a reincarnation of the person she dreamed of.

But inexplicably, she felt cordial, she felt dependent, and she didn't want to let go......

"Master......" she whispered to him, hot breath spraying on his chest. She turned her face sideways, her soft lips resting gently on his delicate skin. He had scars on his body, the marks of more than 20 years of exhaustion in the rivers and lakes.

Purple Kite didn't know, she just felt inexplicably sad, and leaned closer into his arms.

"Girl, you may not understand what I'm talking about, but you have to remember it well. Five hundred years later, Green Grass Villa came to me. I'll wait for you. Mo Siyou tightened his arms, as if he wanted to rub her into his body and turn her into his bones and his blood, so that he would be willing and not worry about losing her. He knew she would come. Thinking of this, Mo Siyou felt a little more relieved, and said to himself: "Now I understand that for the past twenty years, I have been waiting for you, waiting for you alone. ”

He wanted to prove to her at this time that she was his, that she would be, and that she was now! He was afraid that something had happened in the past five hundred years, after all, he could not have been by her side in these five hundred years......

Purple Kite really didn't understand what he was talking about, her consciousness was confused, she just felt that the familiar temperature on his body made her cling, and she desperately grabbed it and didn't want to let go.

But, he said, he was waiting for her.

Wait for her alone!

Five hundred years later?

Purple Kite felt a faint pain in her head. Who can say what will happen so many years later, but why did he make such an agreement?

"I'm running out of time. Mo Siyou raised his head and glanced at the slowly falling night. If he doesn't go, if he continues to consume it, the High Priest will not let him take the Dementor Stone. But five hundred years later, the purple kite is still waiting for him, waiting for him to save her, he can't delay here, he can't covet her beauty five hundred years ago.

He lowered his head and dropped a deep kiss on her dark red pattern: "You remember, I was waiting for you there." ”

Again he looked at her beautiful face with reluctance, and recited in his heart the mantra that the high priest had taught him. His body slowly became transparent, and a cloud of golden light gradually engulfed him. Everything in front of him turned from clear to blurred, as if he was being pulled backwards by a huge force, into a void of reincarnation time and space.

He is constantly moving forward, speeding towards the world five hundred years from now!

"Don't go......," the purple kite shouted desperately from the chaos. The warmth that was far away made her suddenly feel cold. The free hand reached out to grab his arm, but in the end, it was a cloud of mist flowing in the palm of his hand.

Mo Siyou reached out to hold her hand, but there was a faint flower in front of her, and her body was not controlled at all. He fell into darkness, for a long, long time......

Girl!

He saw her running through the meadows full of small purple flowers. He tried hard to catch up, to catch up with her, to hug her into his arms, but she was getting farther and farther away, more and more blurred, and he couldn't catch her. Gradually, she disappeared from his sight, just against the direction of the light, turned her head, smiled at him, and called him, "Brother You." ”

No!

Mo Siyou's chest stagnated, and a smell of blood flooded up, rushing straight to his throat!

Fortunately, the high priest sensed that something was wrong, and stepped forward and poured some true qi into his body.

After a while, Mo Siyu opened his eyes, and the flickering candle flame made his vision a little uncomfortable, but he heard the high priest sigh lightly: "Indulging in the past world will kill you!"

Mo Siyou's chest was filled with bitterness. He knew that he couldn't stay during that time, but looking at the tears in the corners of her eyes, he couldn't help it...... But, he hasn't lost her, that's the most important thing!

Thinking about it, Mo Siyu lowered his eyes, looked at the fist of his right hand, and slowly spread his palm.

A black crystal light jumped into his eyes.