The purple kite was not the slightest defense, and her mind was also blank. When she realized what was going on and wanted to push the snow away, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her tighter, and she even felt a hint of pain in her lips.

The snow is crazy?

The purple kite didn't have any extra thoughts, and opened her mouth to bite Luoxue's lip fiercely. Who knew that Luoxue just snorted and glared at her with those fox eyes, and the tight lips made the blood on his lips seep into the purple kite's mouth along the gap between his lips.

The faint sweet smell made the purple kite feel a chest tightness and nausea, struggling to leave.

But her resistance didn't work, until Mo Siyou, who came back to her senses, broke off Luoxue's arm around Purple Kite's waist and dragged her back from Luoxue's arms. His strength was too great to take into account Purple Kite's feelings, and a burst of pain hit Purple Kite's wrist. She frowned slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Mo Siyou's side face surging with unprecedented anger.

Mo Siyou was completely enraged by Falling Snow's actions! He let go of the purple kite and punched Falling Snow a few times. Luo Xue seemed to have expected Mo Siyou's reaction early on, and did not fight back, letting his fist fall on him, as if the two people in the previous moment had completely switched roles.

Luo Xue's lips were already bitten by the purple kite, and Mo Siyou's punches were not light, his lips were quickly dyed a bewitching red by blood, which also made his pale face even more haggard.

Mo Siyou pressed Luoxue fiercely against the corner of the wall, gritted his teeth and asked, "What are you doing?" He can tolerate Luoxue to attack him, and he can tolerate Luoxue going crazy in his room, but he must not tolerate anyone touching the purple kite in the slightest!

Luoxue is well aware of this, but he did it anyway, it should be said, on purpose. So in the face of Mo Siyou's anger, he actually evoked a smile and said provocatively: "Do you feel your heart hurt? When your sweetheart is humiliated in your arms by others, does your heart hurt?"

Seeing that Luo Xue's eyes were full of loneliness and pain, Mo Siyu clenched his hand holding Luo Xue's shirt in a tangled way, and did not hit him again, but the anger on his face did not fade, but he was a little more sad.

He knew that Luoxue was deliberately provoking him, just to force him to fight back. The current snow can only rely on the pain on the ** to relieve the pain in my heart. The pain that has been buried for 500 years is brewing and fermenting in this cold night, and it is irrepressible. Luo Xue asked Mo Siyou like this, but even he didn't know who he was asking. Is it Mo Siyou, or his own heart.

When the purple kite was violated, Mo Siyou was by her side, able to take her back, able to beat the abuser severely, and able to protect her. But what could he do on the night of Xian'er's humiliation? He couldn't save her, but he watched her jump from the tower...... The eyes of the falling snow in a trance seem to return to the cold night through this hundred years.

At that time, he was just a little fox demon who had just cultivated into a human form, and when he learned that Xian'er was sent to the palace, he chased all the way, but was stopped by the towering city gate in a hurry. No matter how hard he tried, the true dragon's aura guarded the city gate without moving. The soldiers who kept pouring out surrounded him in a circle and circle, and he could only fight desperately, as if after killing these people, he would be able to enter the palace and rescue Xian'er.

The corpse was strewn and bloody, but he could see nothing in his eyes and feel nothing on his body. Those knives, guns, and sticks fell on his body, as if the pain was not his body, and even when he finally fell, he still crawled towards the city gate, little by little.

The city gate, which was close to him, glowed with golden light under his fingertips, and it was sacrosanct and inviolable, condescending to him lying under the city gate.

"Xian'er-Xian'er-"

He slapped the city gate regardless of it, and if it weren't for Yukihime entering the siege and dragging him out, the besieging officers and soldiers wouldn't let him go at all. He staggered in Yukihime's footsteps and looked back at Miyagi, only to see the nightmarish scene.

For many years, he often struggled to wake up from the fright of this scene, and his heart hurt as if it was about to burst, and no one would understand.

So he asked, "Does your heart hurt?" His heart will, it hurts, it hurts.

Mo Siyou looked at the silver glow surging in the reddened eyes of the falling snow, sighed softly in his heart, grabbed his clothes and threw him aside.

Luoxue sat on the ground, looking at Mo Siyou with empty eyes, with a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Get out!" Mo Siyou opened his mouth and spat out a word in a low voice. He lowered his eyes, did not see the falling snow, and clenched his hands tightly into fists. I have to admit that Luoxue's action did teach him a very vivid lesson.

In the past, he only lamented for the falling snow, but now, he can really feel the pain that the falling snow bears. Not all, but it was enough for him to grasp it slowly. It is precisely because it is not all of them that he is more aware of the weight of the story buried in Luoxue's heart, even if five hundred years have passed, it cannot be forgotten and forgiven.

But he still didn't explain Nalan Jue's matter. He understood very well that Luoxue did not suspect anything about this matter, and there would be no such suspicion between them. Falling snow just needs catharsis, it needs to be calm. Now tossing this is enough. But he was afraid that he would not be able to calm down.

Luo Xue and Mo Siyou know each other too well. Looking at Mo Siyou's sculptural posture at this moment, Luo Xue seemed to realize that her actions were a little excessive, wiped the blood on her lips, and disappeared into the white light with a lonely expression.

"Mo ......" Jin Ling opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say. She could feel that Mo Siyu was in a complicated mood, but she couldn't comfort her with words.

Mo Siyou heard Jin Ling's voice, but said unceremoniously: "You are the same." His tone was cold, not even as clear and detached as before, and his basic politeness had been overshadowed by his anger, and he didn't want to talk nonsense to others anymore.

Jin Ling stopped talking in embarrassment, paused for a moment, and knew that there was no point in staying any longer, so he withdrew from the room. Even if he stopped at the door for a while, he didn't bother again. She was self-aware, and if he needed someone to comfort him at the moment, that person wouldn't be her.

Only Purple Kite and Mo Siyou were left in the room, standing one in front of the other.

The night covered their faces, and he turned his back to her, motionless, as if he was in a state of flux, and his fist-clenched hands never let go.

The purple kite sighed softly, stepped forward, quietly hugged him from behind, and pressed her frozen face against his stiff back. Feeling the temperature on his body, her nervous mood slowly became relaxed.

"Brother You, don't be angry. She murmured, her eyes shining like water.

Mo Siyou's fist slowly let go. He turned and gently took her in his arms, his chin resting on her forehead, and she could feel his quiver as he spoke.

"I'm sorry. His voice became a little hoarse.

Purple Kite raised her head to look at him, pouted, "Why do you say that?"

Mo Siyou looked at her for a long time, shook his head wordlessly, and then hugged her tightly in his arms. He thought of what Falling Snow had said. That moment made him realize very clearly how important she was to him. Because she is important, she can't see others hurting her, and because she is important, she can't tolerate others touching her. He had never realized that he was so possessive. Since she was a child, she has never done anything to anyone, but her.

"You're mine alone. He said this sentence from the bottom of his heart and domineeringly, without the slightest restraint on his usual days.

Purple Kite didn't expect him to say this, and was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and suddenly realized that he also had times when he was willful like a child. When a child protects his beloved things, he will be so domineering.

She deliberately pursed her lips, looked up at him, and said, "Then you have to work harder." Your apprentice and I are so smart and beautiful, but I am very sought-after. ”

Mo Siyou showed a serious expression and asked, "I didn't work hard enough last night?"

Purple Kite reacted for a moment that he was teasing himself, his cheeks immediately flushed in embarrassment, and he punched him in the chest, and said angrily: "Hooligans!"

Mo Siyou grabbed her wrist, raised her eyebrows and said, "Dare to scold the master? It's really getting bolder!

"Stupid master, can't you think of a new trick?" the purple kite shrugged her shoulders and looked unimpressed.

Mo Siyu hunched over, leaned over to her face, lowered his voice and asked, "Then you say, how should I punish you?"

The faint aroma on his body took advantage of the situation, wrapped in the purple kite's senses, and the warm breath traveled on her face, making her cheeks blush, and embarrassed: "I, how do I know? It's late, sleepy, sleepy~"

Mo Siyou watched her pretend to be calm and divert the topic, turned around and walked towards the bed, and couldn't help but show a doting smile.

The purple kite fell asleep on her side, and he hugged her from behind, so that she could curl up in his arms with peace of mind. As her breathing in her sleep became even, her body, which had always been cold, seemed to gradually become warmer......

This scene is manifesting in the illusion set up with mana.

In front of the apparition stood a black cloak, almost blending into the night at the top of the mountain. The wind was blowing, and a few strands of gray hair were leaking from the cloak, as if that were the only way to reveal the man's presence.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, and a young man stepped forward, his slightly red eyes also staring at the scene in the illusion, and his expression changed slightly, revealing some cold breath.

"High Priest. He stood behind the black cloak, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, but with due respect.

The black cloak waved his hand to collect the illusion, and asked in a deep female voice, "Did you find it?"

The human spoke, but he said that there were no other demons in the dungeon of Greengrass Villa. When I led someone to break in and rescue Ahe that day, I also carefully checked the dungeon, and there was no one you were looking for. Your intelligence, will it ......?"

"Keep looking. The black cloak ignored the speculation and said in an unquestioning tone.

"But ......"

"If you want to see that one day my demon realm army will successfully set foot in the human realm, then give me a good handle on this matter. You know, I'm going to see them before the last demon star falls. The black cloak turned his head and glanced at Lu Li in front of him faintly, his delicate cheeks dyed with evil colors.

Lu Li took a deep breath, seemed to think for a moment, and finally nodded.

The woman didn't say anything more to him, turned her head away, and looked up at the two shining demon stars in the sky, her eyes were so cold.

Master, the thousand-year period is finally coming to an end.

(End of 2 volumes)