"In any case, the meaning of a person's life lies in what he wants, and the saddest thing is that he doesn't know in the end whether what he gets is what he wants."

The footsteps came from far and near, and before the person arrived, he could hear the man's sigh of sadness.

Xiao Yu was stunned when she heard this, and the night moth's previous composure turned pale because of this, and her fingers shook a few times involuntarily.

The footsteps got closer and closer, until his nine-foot height, knife-cut face, and cold blue eyes appeared in the sight of the two, and King Bian Cheng's look of surprise was no less than that of the two.

He frowned, looked at the night moth, and finally left his gaze on Xiao Yu's face, and his eyes appeared full of puzzlement and surprise.

Xiao Yu looked at him, that face made her fascinated, his breath could make him feel distressed within ten zhang, he hadn't seen it for a long time, his strong body seemed to be covered with wind and dust, his angular face was full of tiredness, his blue eyes, with feelings that she couldn't understand, seemed to be covered with a layer of confused thin clouds.

Xiao Yu didn't speak, the night moth's hand was clenched tightly, she got up lightly, and saluted:

"Lord Wang!"

King Bian Cheng glanced at the night moth slightly, and his eyes fell on Xiao Yu again, he was surprised, what the hell is going on?

In front of her, gentle and virtuous, with a friendly temper, she in the distance, her eyes are pure, if these two people are the same person, but they can't be seen at first sight, but their expressions are very different.

In the distance, her eyes were firm, and the long-lost stubbornness was on her face, whether she spoke or not, he could see it.

At this moment, Jun Mo, a ghost, is lying on the roof of the stilted building in the distance, drinking wine, looking at the scene in the peach garden, which is calm on the surface but is actually very chaotic, but he can't muster up the courage to take a step forward, perhaps, Xiaoyu has never had his own place in his heart.

Wan'er had a bleak smile on the corner of her mouth, in fact, the feeling of the substitute was a little sour, a little sweet, he could accompany her, he didn't mind anything else, and he didn't expect her to be alone in her heart.

"Actually, she's only ......"

Nocturnal Moth's eyes gradually showed despair as she sensed his heart, she bit her lower lip, glanced at Xiaoyu, and slowly spoke her mouth in the twilight facing King Bian Cheng.

"Presumably this is the husband who Bai Gu praised in her mouth, fortunately, my name is Xiaoli."

Xiao Yu said this, she raised her feet and stepped away, stroked her belly, came to the night moth, and bowed to the king of Bian Cheng very politely, ignoring the night moth's surprised gaze, Xiao Yu continued:

"This cheeky skin was taught to me by the white girl, how is it? Like, right? ”

Xiao Yu grinned and touched his face, as if there was still a layer of skin on his face, and what he saw was just a fake face.

King Bian Cheng frowned, he didn't say anything for a long time, Xiaoyu knew how to disguise, that was when he knew it for a long time, but no matter how she changed her appearance, her eyes could never change, and her body shape and back were irreplaceable.

"Little ...... Small ...... Excuse me, let's take our leave! ”

The gratitude in the heart of the night moth was too late to speak, and he bowed slightly to Xiaoyu, turned his eyes to look at King Bian Cheng, and his eyes showed longing:

"Brother Bi, let's go home."

King Bian Cheng nodded slightly, but his body had no intention of leaving, and his eyes kept falling on Xiao Yu's face, but at this moment, Xiao Yu raised her hand and wiped it on the ear porch, and sure enough, she had a private face, revealing her so-called true face.

King Bian Cheng's body trembled slightly, she was really not Xiaoyu, could it be that she couldn't adapt to Xiaoyu's changes for a while, and she was already hallucinating?

Xiao Yu looked at their backs snuggling up to each other, and the weak words in their hands fell to the ground, and the thin skin like cicada wings was like a leaf in the wind, going away with the wind, rolling up a large piece of peach petals, flying into the air and drifting into the distance.

The cause of the previous life, the effect of the future life, I hope you can perfect the cause and effect and then continue the cause and effect of the next life, sometimes people live, the past life is just a dream in this life, and this life is just a dream in the next life, life, or the dream of the dead, and death, maybe it is just a dream to wake up, why bother dwelling.

Xiaoyu sat weakly on the stone bench, the soft futon warmed her body, and her chin was dragged with her hands, but it was just a dream.

Thinking about it, she raised her hand and touched the tea that Jun Mo had just sent, the bulging teapot belly was already cold, she subconsciously poured a full cup, held it in the palm of her hand, and rubbed the teacup back and forth.

"Don't drink it when it's cold!"

I don't know when, Jun Mo carried a pot of hot tea, stood in front of Xiao Yu, jumped Xiao Yu, and before he could react, his hand was empty, Jun Mo had already snatched the herbal tea in Xiao Yu's palm, splashed it on the ground, and poured another cup with his hand.

Xiaoyu held the hot tea, her palms were instantly hot, and the corners of her lips were slightly against the edge of the teacup, feeling the heat of the tea.

Jun Mo sat beside Xiao Yu, seeing her sad appearance, he was very distressed, but she didn't go, she didn't choose the old ghost, his heart was excited beyond words, and even depressed, Danfeng's eyes flashed with crystal things, and he looked at Xiao Yu with cherishment, as if she was a unique treasure in the world.

"Take off the skin, it's ugly."

Junmo quipped, hoping that she could be as naughty as before.

"Don't go!" Xiao Yu stubbornly skimmed her face:

"That's good."

Xiao Yu said, and gently pressed the sides of the nose, for fear that the speed of the disguise would be too fast, and it would not seem real enough.

"If you wear a mask for a long time, you will forget yourself, forget your original intention, and forget what you used to look like."

Jun Mo smiled dumbly, looking at Xiaoyu's stubborn appearance, his heart twitched, and he raised his hand and touched Xiaoyu's face, since she didn't want to take it off, so be it.

Xiao Yu raised her hand and pressed the back of his hand, rubbing it gently on her face, she could clearly see her own appearance from Jun Mo's evil eyes, as if he only had himself in his eyes.

She saw all the sorrow and joy of his hand, and said with a smile:

"I'm hungry!"

Jun Mo looked at her in a daze, and suddenly heard these funny three words, and laughed:

"Get ready, try my handiwork."

"Really?"

Xiaoyu looked at him in disbelief, when will this guy cook? He actually cooked, hehe, so strange, so incredible.

"Uh-huh!" Jun Mo led Xiaoyu into the boudoir where she had lived for half her life, and made a gesture of inviting her to taste the sumptuous dishes on the table.

Xiao Yu glanced at the desktop, it seemed that the material was fresh and tender, and the meat dishes were fragrant, but the hand that picked up the chopsticks stopped in mid-air, frowned, and looked at Jun Mo mysteriously and said:

"Won't it be poisonous?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? What do you mean by poison? At most, the taste is not very good, how can it be poisonous? ”

Jun Mo was angry, glared at Xiaoyu, picked up the chopsticks and made a demonstration, a mouthful of braised duck leg was stuffed into his mouth, his face turned green in an instant, and the chewing action of the gum bone came to an abrupt end, and he turned around and spit it out:

"This doesn't taste good!"

As he spoke, Jun Mo raised his hand and held the pot of red gauze duck legs, and threw the source along with the plate and vegetables, and with a bang, he was smashed by the fall.