Who is she?" A hint of anger rose on her cheeks, which were as red as peachy flowers.

Mo Zhanchen was silent, and walked towards the Black Wind Village in the sunlight.

The pale golden sunlight shone on the smoke's face, and the deep eyes revealed a light brown brilliance, pure and clean.

Walking to the Black Wind Village, Mo Zhanchen covered his face with mink fur on his shoulders, "Lao Tzu's Black Wind Village, there can only be one hostess, so it is inconvenient for you to show up." ”

Huyan asked sullenly, "She must be beautiful, right?"

Mo Zhanchen hugged her to the couch, and her face showed a hint of distress, "She is as old as you, a yellow-haired girl with a milky smell that has not dried up! Moreover, she is not as plump as you, not as gentle as you." ”

The light in Hu Yan's eyes silently fell silent, "I see." Even if she is not as good as me, she is the only one in your heart. ”

Ink stained the dust, "You take care of yourself in the village, and Lao Tzu never treats women badly." ”

"No need!" Smoke seems to be soft and weak, but it is very individual, and he does not intend to accept the care of ink dust.

She got out of the bed and walked towards the door tremblingly, "Ink stained dust, one day, you will fall in love with me." ”

The ink stained dust is used to being careless, so naturally he can't hear the sadness in the smoke's words.

He slapped his palm on the stone pillar at the head of the bed and said with a grin, "Impossible! Even if Lao Tzu hangs, he won't love you." ”

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has a heart.

Smoke clenched his fists and rushed out of the room in a hurry.

But before he could take a few steps, the bones on Hu Yan's body made a clattering and cracking sound, and the whole person collapsed on the ground like mud.

Without the support of her muscles and bones, her skin and flesh collapsed softly, and her proud beauty collapsed.

Ink Dust carried the stagnant smoke into the wooden barrel, "Oh my god! The bones of your body are almost shattered, and you still run! You deserve to melt into the mud!"

Hu Yan was shocked, "You must have a way to save me, right?"

Mo Zhanchen groaned for a moment, then returned to the house with the wooden barrel, poured the cigarette on the couch in a hurry, and said in an unkind tone, "Don't move!"

"What are you going to do?" The skin and flesh on the cigarette showed a pink color, and under the gaze of the ink stained dust, the embarrassment was extreme to the extreme.

Mo Zhanchen didn't answer, reshaping the body of the smoke like a clay sculpture.

His expression was focused, his red eyes were red, his short and dense black eyelashes trembled slightly, and his black eyes showed a bit of tenderness.

Hu Yan glanced at him, and swallowed his saliva without stopping, "Dust, will you be responsible for me?"

Mo Zhanchen raised his eyes, pinched the last finger of the cigarette into shape, and then exhaled heavily, "Rest on the couch for forty-nine days, and the bones and blood can regenerate." ”

Hu Yan looked at his body in confusion, and there was no joy in it, "This is not my original body!"

Lao Tzu only remembers Xiao Ge's figure, so naturally he can only reshape yours according to her shape, if you are not satisfied, then make a puddle of mud again!" Mo Zhanchen got up and soaked his scarred hands in the turbid water that had been in the copper basin for an unknown amount of time.

Hu Yan lowered his eyebrows and looked at his body, tears welling up in his eyes.

"If you like it, if you like. The cigarette replied quietly, and her beautiful little face twisted into a ball.

Mo Zhanchen hesitated for a while, and suddenly said, "If you really don't like this body, Lao Tzu can try to help you recover." ”

Hu Yan looked at him steadily, and said firmly, "No need. The smoke of the past is dead, but the smoke of the present lives for you. ”

"Why don't you live for yourself?" said Inkdust, slamming the door, completely ignoring the smoky gaze.

He rode a vulture, soaring round and round over the Demon Realm.

"That woman named Smoke, messing with your heart?" the vulture tilted its head, looking at the sullen ink-stained dust in confusion.

"You say, will Lao Tzu be retributed for trampling on other girls' hearts like this?" Mo Zhanchen lay on the back of the vulture and closed his eyes lazily, "Lao Tzu knows what that girl means, but she can't make Lao Tzu blush and heartbeat!"

The vulture complained very bluntly, "I can't owe a love debt! ”

Mo Zhanchen sighed, "Many years ago, a warlock said that Lao Tzu would die in love, how could Lao Tzu believe it? ”

The dream turned around, and it was two hundred years later.

The ink stained the dust gloomily, and he fell drunk in the stockade.

In front of him, the bonfire beauty was prosperous and lively.

The smoke danced and flew in.

Slender ankles, soft waist, and extremely charming eyes, everything seems natural.

The smoke is not inferior to Xiangxue Lianlai. It's a pity that she is no longer the quiet appearance of the years.

"Dust, smoke has been waiting for you for nearly three hundred years, don't you plan to turn back?"

The ink dust smashed the wine glass to pieces, and took the cigarette into his arms, very close.

"Dust, I'm willing to wait. Wait for you to be responsible for me willingly, wait for you to have no place for her in your heart, and wait for you to rise and set every sunset in Black Wind Village. ”

Mo Dye Chen was drunk, "I went to the fairy world, and she ran into some trouble. ”

Hu Yan smiled bitterly, "You have always asked me to live for myself, but look at yourself! After meeting her, when will you live for yourself? ”

The ink stained dust was planted on the table, unconscious.

"If you don't speak, I'll take you by default. There was a hint of hope on Hu Yan's face, and the blush became the most brilliant color in the demon world that night.

The dream changed again, and the ink stained dust blocked eighty-one heavenly thunders for me under the Zhuxian Terrace.

Hu Yan was dressed in red and mixed with all the beings in the fairy world, like a walking corpse.

"Ink stained dust, how dare you die so hastily? How dare you!" murmured to himself, his long, sharp nails embedded deep in his palms, and a small stream of blood flowed like a stream.

I don't know how long it took, Hu Yan suddenly tore off the phoenix crown on the top of his head, turned around, and looked at me with a gloomy face, "Break it yourself! Dying dust likes you so much, you can go to Huangquan Road to be his companion!"

"I'm sorry about the ink. ”

I took a step back, staring warily at the cigarette as it paced towards me, the ice blade in my hand ready to move.

Hu Yan sneered, "I thought you died on Zhuxiantai a hundred years ago, but I never expected you to live a good life." It's not fair that Dyed Dust died miserably for you, but you were thriving in the Void Realm Continent!"

She is cold and vicious, but she is one of the few people in the world who loves ink and dust.

I could have easily eliminated her as soon as possible, but because of the ink stained dust, my heart felt a little softer.

This is probably the first time since I woke up that I have been soft on my enemies.