"Princess, I beg you, give the slave and maid an antidote...... Slaves...... I will definitely make the king of Bian Cheng for you...... Remain. ”

Joy was intermittent, the pain in her body, like thousands of ants gnawing, all over her body, itchy and painful, she wanted to reach out and grab the flesh several times, but she didn't know where to start, her clothes were wet with sweat, clinging to her thin flesh.

"This palace has its own way, and it's useless to keep you."

The faint and indifferent words made Huanxi extinguish the last glimmer of hope, and the whole person was paralyzed to the ground, she couldn't wait for Brother Cheng, could she see him again?

In the dark corner, overgrown with weeds, Huan happily hugged her body, the cold wind was slow, she raised her hand to touch the pulse, the blood vein, it seemed that she could feel something small squirming inside, she held her head, suppressed her cry, for a long time............

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Peach Blossom Valley Junmo looked at the peach petals scattered everywhere coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked up an evil smile, and behind his hands, he paced back and forth in place, which was obviously interlocked by the prohibitions one by one, and if he touched one place at will, it would cause a chain reaction, of course, if he untied one place, he could untie them all.

With his evil smile, he became embarrassed, raised his hand to his lips, the whistle sounded, and he rushed here in half a time, looked at Jun Mo lying under the peach blossom tree, flapped his wings, went straight to the sky, stopped in mid-air, and looked down at the peach blossom forest.

After tossing half a pillar of incense, Jun Mo followed the command of Wucai and walked out of this peach blossom forest, the wooden house in front of him attracted his attention, and he glanced at the peach blossom forest behind him with a fearful glance, everything returned to normal, I don't know where the kid was trapped, sneered, turned around and went into the wooden house.

The structure of the wooden house looks very solid, there are almost no gaps in the connection of the wooden boards, and the furnishings in the house are very clean and neat, and there is everything, this old ghost is hiding here with a little girl, I really don't see it, the old ghost is okay with this mouth.

Jun Mo sneered, but he didn't find a trace of the little girl in the wooden house, turned around and went out of the door, next door was a fire room, there were several jars of wine piled up in the fire room, Jun Mo squinted his eyes and sniffed, and praised it.

As Jun Mo's footsteps stepped in, the wine jar moved, Jun Mo frowned and stepped forward quickly, and saw the little girl hiding behind the wine jar shivering, looking at him.

"Don't ......" the little girl's brass bell-like cry made Jun Mo's heart tighten.

"Benjun won't hurt you, give me the scroll obediently." Jun Mo stretched out one hand.

Chang Yue was stunned for a moment, it wasn't the person wearing the mask, she couldn't help but feel a little relieved, slowly raised her eyes, and looked at Jun Mo with huge eyes: "You...... You are. ”

"Is this the wine you made?" Jun Mo ignored her, with a smile on his face, his evil eyes always gave people a sense of charm that he could see through, as if the people standing in front of him were naked.

As he spoke, he raised his hand to pick up an altar, patted the lid, sniffed deeply along the edge of the altar, and squinted his eyes intoxicated and praised again and again.

"En......"

"Come out, get some snacks for Benjun, and Benjun will go around you."

After Jun Mo finished speaking, he walked out of the door with the jar, looking at the wooden table, although the workmanship was average, with the scenery of the distant mountains and flowers, it was also pleasant, and with a bang, the wine jar was put on the wooden table.

Chang Yue stretched his neck and saw Jun Mo's back disappear, his heart was a lot more comfortable, he looked down at the painting scroll in his hand, stuffed it into his arms, and made three or two side dishes in a short time.

"You and Uncle Bian are friends?"

Chang Yue asked cautiously.

Jun Mo took a sip of wine, took a sip of food, and his teeth suddenly stopped: "Vegetarian dishes are not delicious, Ben Jun will get some fish and shrimp, you will make it." ”

After speaking, he turned sideways and spit out the small green vegetables in his mouth.

Chang Yue subconsciously took two steps back, she just wanted to ask who Uncle Bian was? His past, his story, she wanted to know something.

After getting along for so many years, he seemed to have told her about his own affairs, his surname was Bian, where he came from, why he saved her, why he was so good to her, he never said it, she always felt that he was like an eagle that had been soaring in the sky, and could only capture his beautiful shadow.

In her heart, he is sad and sad, arrogant and cold, he is angry and angry, he is drunk and lying in the red dust with the wine jar, but he sees the red dust as a floating shadow, and he is definitely not a red dust.

Several times at midnight, he came back drunk, tucked the quilt for her, stained with the smell of peach blossom-scented wine, haha on her face, doting on her hair, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, one day, you will come back, this king, and I won't let you leave half a step." ”

At this moment, it has been a few years like an arrow, watching Jun Mo's body sink into the peach blossoms, Chang Yue thoughtfully, who is Xiaoyu? Is it the big sister in that dream?

After Shaoqing, with a "......bang", Jun Mo patted his finger and pointed to a large pile of live fish and shrimp on the ground and said, "Go ahead." ”

"By the way, take out that scroll to Benjun, it's useless for you to keep that thing."

Jun Mo added.

Chang Yue hesitated for a while, picked up the fish and shrimp and entered the fire room, skillfully stir-fried the fish and shrimp in the pot, added water, added some dismantling, and then turned around and took out the painting scroll.

Jun Mo raised his hand to take it, but Chang Yue retracted his hand: "You have to answer me a few questions." ”

"You ask." Jun Mo retracted his hand and took a sip of wine.

"First, are you friends with Uncle Bian? Second, what is Uncle Bian's identity, third, why did he save me, and fourth, who is Bai Yu? ”

Facing Chang Yue, Jun Mo's first question, the second question, and the third question, he just hummed, and as soon as the fourth question came out, he frowned, according to his understanding of the old ghost, he may not need any reason to save someone, but he has taken this girl with him for so many years, and he will never give up, and he is not even willing to go back to the underworld.

After thinking about it, Jun Mo's evil eyes looked at Chang Yue, she was handsome, well-behaved, and her smart eyes were like a clear pool, her dark eyes were full of melancholy, and her long hair hung down to her knees, making her even more thin.

"I'm friends with him, but this friend is more special, the second ......" Jun Mo paused, the old ghost had never mentioned his identity in front of this girl, and he didn't know why, so he simply said: "He is the ghost king." ”

Chang Yue's face is pale, one of the ten halls of the legendary underworld? It turns out that the ghost king can be so handsome?

"Third, he saved you, Benjun is still not sure, as for the fourth question, Baiyu is Benjun's ......"

Jun Mo raised his hand, stretched out his index finger, pointed to his heart, and a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if asking Chang Yue, understand?

Chang Yue nodded slowly, thoughtfully, and slowly handed over the scroll in his hand, his smart and clever eyes flashed with a halo that others couldn't understand, and he retracted his hand again: "You take me to Uncle Bian." ”

Jun Mo raised his hand and grabbed it again, he shook his hand helplessly, hesitated for a long time and said, "Okay." ”