"If you like to eat duck neck so much, why do you want to cry?"

The voice is as calm as water, even if it is a question, it makes people listen to it and feel like the most ordinary declarative sentence, Xiaoyu unconsciously pressed her heart, he has already come, she can only desperately eat duck neck, drink desperately, do her best to distract her attention, and talk about the boring past with Luo Qingyi.

Xiaoyu subconsciously touched her face, a trace of wet stuff didn't know when to climb up her cheeks, she thought that the world was too peaceful, he disappeared, just when she finally convinced herself that Luo Qingyi was a good man, and decided to marry him calmly, he appeared out of thin air again.

I don't know why, she really doesn't want this person to appear and ruin her heart that has been so hard to calm down.

"Thank you for your wedding dress." Xiao Yu didn't look back, but she could feel a cold light falling on her behind Dao.

"Really decided to marry him?" King Bian Cheng did not answer all the questions directly, his cheeks were like frost, and his blue eyes were like an endless hell, exuding eternal ice.

"King Bian Cheng, you are a ghost king, what you should worry about is not us inconspicuous Li people." Xiao Yu turned her eyes and looked at him, looking at him without fear and firmness, as if to tell him with this kind of firm look that it was decided, please don't come out and mess with her life as an ordinary woman in the future.

"Even if this king is wrong, you should be angry." King Bian Cheng withdrew his eyes, and then circled in his heart for a long time before speaking.

"I've never been angry, it's a joke." Xiao Yu chuckled, although this was the first time he gave up his position as a king and made amends to her, but there are some things, not a word of sorry, sorry, sorry can completely dissipate all the set situation.

This is the face that she will always hide, the past of this corpse, this is the truth.

Xiao Yu picked up the flask and poured it directly, wiped her mouth, she couldn't control his love, she couldn't care that he loved this corpse, but she could at least do it and never love him in this life.

Picked up the duck neck, took a bite desperately, and chewed hard, for fear that this indisputable tongue would not be able to taste the taste of the duck neck.

King Bian Cheng bypassed Xiaoyu's back, stood facing her, and looked at Xiaoyu devouring it seriously, but he couldn't laugh at all, he knew her too well, he was stubborn and strong, even if he slashed her three times, she would not be willing to tell the truth, her heart was like being wrapped in iron sheets.

It's just that I always can't figure out what she's thinking, even if I teased her last time, I won't be angry for so long, but Bian Chengwang thinks so at the beginning, but now, it seems that things are more complicated, at least from her hypocritical appearance: "Why? ”

"What, why? If you are also hungry, sit down and eat, you have paid for it, and if you don't eat, you will leave quickly, you have already affected the appetite of Aunt Ben. Xiao Yu pointed to the leftover duck neck and legs.

"This king is so disgusting to you?" I didn't say this, I got stuck in my throat, looked at the mess at this table, and then looked at the whole ugly-skinned woman, offering her body, eating directly with her hands, holding her sleeves, and her face was full of oil, just like a beggar in a corner of the street in Qingshui Town, there was no bright spot at all, but it was just a little distressing.

Xiao Yu intuited a yin wind to pass, she didn't raise her eyes, the distressed taste was instantly relieved, he left, Xiao Yu grabbed the duck leg and bit it hard, tears fell on the messy table, the throat was dry, a little difficult to swallow, choked, and tears gnawed the duck leg to the end.

Looking up, the lights were dim, blurry like an oil painting that had not been dried, and had been roughly erased.

Xiaoyu returned to the house arranged by Luo Qingyi, in order to be the right person, this house is now bought, at the foot of the mountain outside the east of Qingshui Town, the water is murmuring, the trees are lush, because of the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the precocious leaves are falling, the layout in the courtyard is very simple, but the pieces are luxurious, the incense burner carved by jade and jade, the account embroidered with gold wire, and the precious Nanshan pebble paving.

Even the lamps in the boudoir are used with a lampshade coiled with gold wire, which illuminates the whole boudoir even more splendidly.

The name of the house is the "Forgotten Dust Pavilion" selected by Xiaoyu

Jun Mo suddenly visited, and Xiao Yu was sitting in front of the window looking at the concubine's clothes and the table full of gold and silver jewelry in a daze.

"You can't marry him." Jun Mo stood in the room and paced back and forth, she had forgotten what she was doing in the past few days, if she married a mortal, if she had a deep relationship and was unwilling to return to Lingshan within five years, how could it be good.

"I'm weird, I'm not married to you, you don't stay in the snake demon cave when you're idle, what do you want to do?" Xiaoyu stood up and confronted.

"Again, this gentleman is not a snake demon, it is called Jun Mo, and that cave is not called a snake demon cave, it is called Chilian Cave." Jun Mo reminded indignantly, and paused and said, "Don't you want to think about Lingshan?" You don't want to go home? ”

"I don't want to." Xiao Yu felt more and more that how could this Jun Mo run out of the Chilian Cave, and his behavior was so strange that people couldn't think normally to figure it out, there was only one reason, he was the person of King Bian Cheng, Xiao Yu stepped forward, and his eyes instantly turned a little cold: "What benefit did he give you?" ”

Jun Mo hesitated for a moment, but it didn't hurt to say that this was good, but his soul blood was pinched in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't say it: "You don't need to know this, in short, everyone uses each other." ”

Jun Mo pursed his thin lips and chuckled, as if looking at an extremely interesting thing.

"Utilization?" Xiao Yu wondered, what could he use King Bian Cheng?

"It's not too early, it's time for Benjun to go, in short, you have to think about it carefully, leave here as soon as possible, Benjun will protect you and arrive at Lingshan."

Jun Mo turned around to leave, take advantage of it, he can't say that he is quite interested in this woman's demonic energy, if he can really use it for me, he will become a dragon one day.

Xiao Yu squinted and watched him disappear, his mysterious feeling was very demonic, his murderous character had long been heard, and he regarded mortal life as an ant on the seaside, she couldn't forget those ferocious and crazy eyes, just like liking the color of blood, only killing could make him feel happy and fulfilling, and he didn't want to be a person who was willing to be used.

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The traces of the collapse of the meditation room in the backyard of the Qingshui Taoist Temple still exist, and no one seems to have asked, only the library pavilion has not collapsed.

"God, what are you doing?" Yuankong, who was sitting on the futon, asked.