Qin Cao understood that he couldn't get too much rain, pursed his lips and smiled, obediently followed him back to the inn, and soon, it was raining lightly outside, and he wanted to take a look at the smoke and rain, but the man was far away from the bed wrapped in a quilt, and he was writing at the desk.

"Not hot?"

Hot, but so secure, she didn't want him to know that she was afraid of thunderstorms, so she casually said, "It's so inspired." ”

Inexplicably interesting, Qin Cao lifted a corner and got into the quilt, like two rabbits together, fortunately, the wind was cool and not very hot, and he saw the slightly simplified title written on the paper: "Three Lives and Two Worlds Cleansing the Dust"

"What is this written about?" Asked curiously.

"Write about the fate of you and me!" The three lives and two worlds are at a loss for each other, but they cherish each other.

Mu Fan said without raising his head, and continued to divide the volume.

Volume 1: You in My Past Life in the Next Life

Volume 2: A Dream of Seven Years

Volume 3: Rebirth and Return Merlan fits

These three volumes are precisely these three lives, and these two worlds refer to the modern and ancient times she has experienced.

These bizarre words are unbelievable, how could she be a person who has a soul through the past? "Madame is a fairy?"

"It's just a technique, and it's easy to understand such an exaggeration."

With a faint "oh", it didn't seem to be so simple, he came behind him and covered her right hand, and whispered in his ear, "Madame, I'll write." ”

The thin brocade quilt slipped down, and he protected her to write the cumbersome font, but he started to write smoothly, like a bamboo leaf, fluttering in the wind, and the charm was chic.

"Modern.

November 2019, XXVII.

Today is Wednesday......"

She said it naturally, he wrote in a daze, completely incomprehensible when and where this was, and what happened next was even more bizarre, it turned out to be a sudden death. "This?"

"It's just a gimmick, it's about to be written~" It was dark immediately, urging him to shake the brush in his hand.

The next thing written is the beautiful man bathing, "This is me. "It's him, it turns out that they met in a cave.

Mu Fandi found that people have become talking baskets, maybe because he doesn't know anything, but fortunately, except for the seven years of amnesia and dementia, their stories are so sweet, so let him be familiar with it.

Writing and writing, suddenly "Bang! With a bang, the sash fell, the fork fell to the ground, the wind was blowing outside, the rain was rushing into lines, and the sky was suddenly dark.

Mu Fandi subconsciously went to pull the quilt, undoubtedly grabbed a void, and was discovered, "Scared? ”

The man in the palm of his hand made a thick ink stroke and explained: "It's too sudden, I'm startled." ”

From the beginning of holding this hand, he felt that something was wrong, and the stiff back, even if he pasted it again and again, it did not decrease at all, and put the brush in the hands of the two on the pen mountain, "It's dark and I'll write tomorrow." "Let's pack our things.

"Well, I'm so sleepy, I'm sleepy, it's really not good if I haven't taken a nap." She complained while cleaning her hands in the water purification basin, but the moment she turned back to the bed, a lightning bolt passed through the window lattice, and she saw that the bed was a few steps away, but her feet didn't obey the call, and her legs gradually became weak...

The thunder came, and at the moment when she was too frightened, she was protected in her arms, protecting her head, covering her ears, and muttering, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." ”

A thunderclap shook the sky, and Mu Fandi was hugged to bed, and the tense nerves all over his body were like fish meat waiting to be cut on a chopping board, and he shivered involuntarily.

He held her in his arms, and the unfinished papers were blown to the ground by the wind, and the written stories flew out of the door one after another as if they had grown wings, and landed in the corridor, where they were picked up by the man who was being released from the prison.

The word...? Floating like floating clouds, like a frightened dragon, smoke and dew, endless, simply amazing!

The raindrops that fell obliquely hit the back of the paper and began to blur, and he hurriedly bent down to pick up the remaining ones, and when he saw the door open, he turned his head to look at it, and it happened that the lightning and thunder were roaring, and he almost fell to the ground with a weak heart.

The people inside didn't know it, so they hurriedly put it in their arms and went back to their room next door, and put it away after taking a closer look.

Qin Cao didn't dare to divide his heart, how could he be so afraid of an ordinary thunderstorm day, and he was tightly protected in his arms, and the person who pretended to be strong finally stopped covering his ears and hugged him.

The thunder gradually dissipated, and the raindrops hit the tiles with a "pop!" Smack! He looked at the people who had not made the slightest sound from beginning to end, as if he had become accustomed to it but was afraid of it, "Let's go to the north, shall we?" ”

Mu Fandi shook his head and said nothing.

Seven days later, it was the ancient Lantern Festival, and before that, there had been trouble.

Not to mention that there is a lot of silver taels inexplicably missing, and the few storylines that have been written so hard are gone, Mu Fandi looked at the rest of the paper, and the above is not contextual.

That night, Qin Cao was holding a scroll on the side, it was the one stained with mud, and when he saw that people were depressed and were about to coax him, he suddenly got up and borrowed a pinch of fire from the candlestick. The paper was set on fire, scorching the writing on it and turning to ashes.

It was her negligence that she shouldn't have allowed him to write, if this word fell into the hands of someone with a heart, it would either let him go back to the palace or the opposite would be detrimental to him.

"What's going on?" Her fingers, as slender as mutton fat and white jade, took the remnants of a corner of her hand and threw it on the ground.

Holding his hand in both hands, he was about to withdraw, "Don't write in the future!" Looking at each other, she was deeply aware, and he was puzzled.

"I can't expose you...", but it's hard to make up for it...

Like a mosquito, he plunged into his arms, caressing the ends of her hair and running across her back, he was just a mortal who lived in a valley, why was he so cautious? "What is Madame worried about?"

The sound rings in my ears, how do you want to speak? bluntly said that he is the emperor of Tianyi? But he didn't remember anything, did he leave or take her into the palace after he knew? This is not what she wants, instead of facing unknown variables, it is better to "have a group of wives and concubines at home, I don't want to rob them." ”

"Husband... people..."

Isn't this tormenting him? Not to mention that his body is abnormal now, even if he is normal, she has to be, wait, he has a wife and concubine at home? "So what is our relationship?"

"Elopement."

She smiled slyly, and couldn't tell how much was true or false in her words, but her heart was then touched, so there was no need to subdivide the truth and falsehood, "Since you eloped, why did you leave alone?" "Spoiled.

"It's not you yet, don't you let go!" Pretended to complain.

Took the initiative to tilt his head, stand on tiptoe, raise his little face, and should have done something with the homeopathy below, but the person only pecked lightly when he came to the situation.

Mu Fandi fell to his feet in frustration, obviously unsatisfied, but he knew how to deliberately fan the flames when he was lying on his stomach there.