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What He Zhiyun experienced today made her unable to sleep. Although Lian'er, who slept next to her, was sixteen years old and only one year younger than herself, she was still a child in both appearance and body.

A thin quilt was kicked off by her again, and a pair of small butts playfully poked their heads out.

He Zhiyun couldn't help but smile, gently covered it for her, put on her clothes and stood in front of the window, the night outside the window was gentle and quiet, and the moon only showed half of her face, secretly looking down on the world.

A thousand thoughts came to her mind in the moonlight, she had never been a greedy person, but this morning she had lost her temper. Is it because I've been too close to Yang Huairen these days and been influenced by him?

She didn't know the answer, she just knew that since she was a child, she had never been so happy as she had been in the past month, all because of him, that little enemy.

The little wrongdoer obviously didn't learn and didn't know how to do it, and he never read a room full of books, but he tucked them in his trouser belt every day, and sent them to the thatched house page by page.

At a young age, as a scholar, he made so many delicious foods that the gods couldn't make, from noodles to tofu, the most simple and simple ingredients, which can be delicious and kill people in his hands.

The people he likes, no matter how low his status is, he treats them as relatives and friends, outsiders like himself who beat his ideas, now he has given up his face to beg for some money, and has supported the dozens of old, weak, sick and disabled, isn't it all for himself?

On the contrary, it is those princes, rich and noble people, but he doesn't pay attention to them, and there is no psychological burden at all to cheat their money.

The chivalrous big men in their minds used to be unable to compare to him so much.

It's just that it's also this little wrongdoer, who always likes to peek at himself with squinting eyes, and he doesn't want to let go of people even when they are red-faced, and he feels so painful in his heart, and he likes this kind of plopping pain.

But Master said that all the men in this world are devils, who first deceive you into obedience, and then suddenly dig away your true heart, making you lose your heart and intestines, and lose your soul......

He Zhiyun was immersed in Huaichun's thoughts and couldn't extricate himself, when suddenly a black shadow flashed from the backyard wall in the moonlight and fled into the depths of the night.

He Zhiyun was shocked, and he didn't have time to think, so he grabbed his coat and chased him out.

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Yang Huairen secretly crawled towards the stone door of the ice cellar with difficulty, but unfortunately one side of his body was in pain, and the other side was stiff by the cold, and he couldn't even use his usual strength.

He could only rub his arms and knees against the rough ground a little bit, crawling slowly like a big bug.

The female devil was stunned, still singing some poignant and tender songs, two lines of tears slipped from her eyes, caressing her mature and pretty face, but did not drip at the corners of her mouth, and were condensed by the cold air into two fluorescent ice tears.

Yang Huairen was tired, and the closer he got to the stone gate, the strength in his body lost another point, and blood came out of his elbows and knees, leaving two dark red blood bands on the cold ground.

Every step is a fierce battle between the two thoughts of persistence and abandonment in the heart, and every step is a-for-tat game between life and death in reincarnation.

"Renrou!"

There was still half a step away from the stone gate, and just when Yang Huairen had used up his last strength, he saw that familiar and kind face.

He Zhiyun's shout woke up her master, and the female demon woke up with a spirit!

She rushed over to block between Yang Huairen and He Zhiyun, and shouted loudly: "Yan'er, ignore him, let him fend for himself here." Come with me, and follow Master to kill all the negative people in the world! ”

He Zhiyun looked at Yang Huairen's miserable and embarrassed appearance, all kinds of tenderness was surging in his heart, and two lines of hot tears couldn't help but gush out.

Facing the master, she didn't care about the elders and the young, and shouted heartbreakingly: "I'm not leaving, Renlang is not a negative person!" ”

The female devil's brain exploded in an instant, she never thought that her apprentice, her own daughter, would turn her back on herself for a stinky man.

The green tendons on her face were exposed, and she slapped He Zhiyun with a fierce and vicious palm. He Zhiyun's mind was on Yang Huairen, who fainted on the ground at this time, where could he still take care of dodging?

This palm was so hard that He Zhiyun grabbed a mouthful of blood and splashed it on the face of the female devil.

Despite this, He Zhiyun still did not fall backwards, stiffened his body and stood up, and continued to walk towards Yang Huairen, his eyes were full of indomitable firmness.

"From today on, I am He Zhiyun, no longer Feiyan!"

He Zhiyun spat a mouthful of blood and said word by word, without glancing at the master who was covered in blood.

The apprentice's words swirled in her heart over and over again, and the female demon was stunned, her eyes glazed, as if she was petrified.

He Zhiyun saw Yang Huairen's miserable appearance, and he didn't regret it in his heart, picked him up and dragged him out of the ice cellar, passed by the female devil who stood straight, and came to the upper dungeon.

Yang Huairen's consciousness has begun to gradually disappear, he can't feel his body, but he feels that life is passing away from his body little by little.

He was sleepy, so he wanted to just fall asleep, no longer bound by the troubles and pains of the world, and just walked alone, into a fog of the unknown.

A crisp laugh came out of the mist, as beautiful as a brass bell, and he waved his hands vigorously to remove the fog in front of him, but he couldn't find anyone, but the laughter was getting closer, closer and closer......

He Zhiyun hurriedly ripped off Yang Huairen's clothes and lowered his head to listen to his heartbeat. His heart was beating weakly, as if it was about to stop.

She was in a hurry, stretched out her hand, clenched her fist and punched her chest, and a large mouthful of warm blood spurted out of her mouth and was spraying on Yang Huairen's chest.

She rubbed the hot blood on his chest with all her body heat, so that his heart could beat again.

Just rubbed it a few times, then bent down to listen, then spit out the blood, and rubbed it again......

A pair of tender white hands were rubbed purple, only to hear his heartbeat have strength again, the rhythm of "bang, bang, bang" was so moving, she laughed and cried loudly.

The person was snatched back from the hands of the bull head and horse face, but Yang Huairen's body was still cold, and his limbs were so pale that there was no blood.

He Zhiyun stopped, gasping for bloody breath in his mouth, biting through Yinghong's lips, unbuttoning his skirt, closing his eyes tightly, and lying his whole body on Yang Huairen's body......