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Staring at her hand for a moment, Hua Qingmo looked sideways at Bai Zixiao, and her elegant and delicate face was miserable white. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 She got up and sat up, her hand attached to the dark gold thread moire brocade robe that Bai Zixiao was wearing. She grabbed the collar of the brocade robe, and was about to pull it away, when Bai Zixiao suddenly held her hand.

"Can't wait?" Bai Zixiao looked at Hua Qingmo playfully, and the smile on the corner of her lips was demonic and beautiful, full of ridicule.

Hua Qingmo ignored his words and was about to tear off his clothes, Bai Zixiao's tone sank slightly: "It's just that I've been injured, and it's not a big deal." ”

When Bai Zixiao said this, Hua Qingmo's strength relaxed. She glanced at Bai Zixiao suspiciously, only to see that his eyes were deep and dim, and the smile on the corners of his lips was evil and bewitching, and she couldn't see what he was thinking at all.

"Are you just hurt?" Hua Qingmo asked suspiciously.

"What? Six years have passed, and you don't even believe me? Bai Zixiao stared at Hua Qingmo, her smile did not change at all, and she was still a demon-like evil charm. His hand moved and he held Hua Qingmo's hands.

At this time, Hua Qingmo lowered her head and her eyes fell on Bai Zixiao's hand. She hadn't noticed his hand until now.

In his memory, his hand muscles were as white as snow and his skin was as bright as jade. But now, his hands were intertwined with colorful scars, old and new, the new just scarred, bright red, the old pale pink, but there were many differences.

It feels like being hurt at different moments.

"Are you still going to hide everything from me?" Hua Qingmo raised her head, with a hint of indescribable loneliness in her eyes. Six years have passed, does he really have to hide everything he has as he did at the beginning?

"I'm just a grass people now, Mo'er is the lord of the Xiao country today, how dare the grass people hide Her Royal Highness the Empress?" Bai Zixiao looked at Hua Qingmo, and the smile on the corner of her lips never changed. It seems that time is chaotic, and the years are like water, but they can't interfere with him in the slightest. His lips were bright red and demonic, just like the blood stained on Hua Qingmo's fingers, but the light arc was an intoxicating poison.

Such joking words made Hua Qingmo a little displeased, she glared at Bai Zixiao, and her little face puffed up very unhappily: "I am the emperor, you are my subject, I want to take off your clothes, do you dare to stop me, the emperor?" ”

As soon as she finished saying this, Hua Qingmo blushed unconsciously, does she count this as robbing the people's men?

But according to Bai Zixiao's temperament, if he is not strong, he will inevitably be dragged by him, and in the end he still knows nothing.

She is extremely clear about Bai Zixiao's power, whether it is martial arts or strategy, it is unique in this world. But it was evident from his hands that he had been severely wounded, and had been wounded not long ago. There are very few people in this world who can hurt him, let alone such a serious injury, she really can't imagine who can have this ability?

"Yo! Mo'er really abuses her private power! Tell me, how many of your subjects have you taken off in these six years? Bai Zixiao looked at Hua Qingmo with interest, and the smile on the corner of her lips was evil and teasing. He loosened his blossom and sat up with one hand on his back. Because he was half-lying on the couch just now, the purple moire square scarf that tied his hair was rubbed extremely loosely, and the white purple flute got up slightly, and the square scarf slid down. Her long black hair spread out like a cloud, glowing with a silky sheen.

"Since the emperor wants to take off the grass people's clothes, how dare the grass people work for the emperor, and the grass people take it off themselves, don't regret it!" Bai Zixiao's tone is still so evil and seductive, looking at Hua Qingmo's eyes are gloomy and dark, but they seem to be glowing with a lustrous brilliance as jade.

He raised his hand and attached it to Hua Qingmo's hand, pulling her hand off his collar. Immediately, Bai Zixiao's hand was attached to the belt of the black gold thread moire brocade robe.

With a flexible movement of her fingers, the brocade robe was loosened, and in the faint gap, Hua Qingmo saw a little gorgeous bright red.

At this moment, Bai Zixiao glanced at Hua Qingmo, her voice was cold and cold, and her tone was casual and lazy. "Are you sure you want to take it off?"

"Have you ever seen anyone take off their clothes and take off half of them?" Hua Qingmo glared at him, and her tone sounded extremely bad. However, her face was whiter than just now, and her heart, which was already flustered and abnormal, became even more ownerless at this moment.

Knowing the strangeness of Hua Qingmo in his heart, the deeper the smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips, the darker the pupils of his eyes.

In fact, he was not prepared to hide it from her, even if she would cry like a child again.

He has never regretted everything he has done in this life, even if he has killed so many people, he has never had it. Even if everything happened all over again six years ago, he would still leave her, and he would still let her see her buried under the yellow sand.

His white purple flute woman, he was born, it was his, he was born, and naturally it was his.

Come to this world, go this time, if the person he cares about the most goes to the arms of others after he dies, then wouldn't he suffer too much?

Therefore, he would rather Hua Qingmo be lonely until she grows old than see her hand in hand with others.

Now that six years have passed, although Hua Qingmo is the same to him, he still has to take a strong dose and tell her what he has paid for her? He Bai Zixiao is not a good person who is helpful, since he has made sacrifices for Hua Qingmo, he has to let her know and know clearly.

Taking off the brocade robe, Bai Zixiao looked down at the bright red blood stains on his underwear, and raised his eyes to look at Hua Qingmo.

"Do you want to continue to take it off?"

At this moment, Hua Qingmo didn't answer her, just looked at the white undershirt that was almost dyed vermilion, and her expression was terrifying.

Seeing that Hua Qingmo didn't speak, Bai Zixiao raised her hand and prepared to take it off again. At this time, Hua Qingmo suddenly held his hand, and there seemed to be a sobbing sound in her voice, but it was more firm.

"I'll come."

Bai Zixiao's hand immediately drooped to the side, replaced by Hua Qingmo's slender and slender fingers. The fingertips went down from the neckline of the white purple flute, and pushed the clothes to the side, revealing the scars that crisscrossed and crisscrossed.

Tightly at the neckline, there are so many scars. Hua Qingmo couldn't imagine what Bai Zixiao's body looked like.

She maintained this movement, and did not go down for a long time, just quietly looked at the scar on Bai Zixiao's neckline, and tears were in her eyes.

Slowly lowering her eyes, Hua Qingmo closed her eyes lightly and reached out to wipe away the tears that flowed down her cheeks. Immediately, her other hand was attached to Bai Zixiao's undershirt, and her fingertips trembled extremely as she undressed him.

Every time the underwear fell, Hua Qingmo's heart beat faster, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back, and she burst into tears in an instant.

Bai Zixiao's body has countless scars, alternating between the old and the new, overlapping layer by layer, accumulating, no longer a piece of clean and flawless skin can be seen, his upper body from the bottom of his neck, is full of colorful and intertwined scars, each of which is so deep and so difficult to disappear.

Just looking at these scars, Hua Qingmo could imagine what kind of suffering he had suffered before? Moreover, the old scars have faded much more than the new ones, and it has been five or six years old. That is to say, he has been experiencing countless injuries and pains outside all these years.

Hua Qingmo couldn't say anything, she just looked at Bai Zixiao's naked upper body and cried unabashedly. Like a child, she reached out and brushed away the tears as they came out of her eyes.

Because his fingers had touched Bai Zixiao's body, it was covered with blood, and every time he wiped his tears, he drew bright red marks on her fair and clean face. Tears blocked the sight in front of her, and Hua Qingmo could only dimly see a piece of blood red, but this made her cry even more sad.

Bai Zixiao expected that Hua Qingmo would cry, but she didn't expect her to cry so embarrassed and cry so unscrupulously. Looking at Hua Qingmo's face like a little flower cat, Bai Zixiao raised her hand to hold her face, and coaxed: "Okay, don't cry, I'm not dead yet, are you cursing me when you cry so sadly?" ”

Hearing this, Hua Qingmo sobbed and held back with great difficulty. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, but accidentally left a bloody trail on her face.

After sobbing for a while, Hua Qingmo could barely hold back her tears. She raised her hand and gently stroked the old scars on Bai Zixiao's body, and her movements were extremely light. But those new wounds, she didn't dare to touch at all.

"What's going on?" Hua Qingmo looked at the scars all over Bai Zixiao's body and asked out loud. How can there be so many marks on a person's body, like a scar that can only be left after a thousand knives.

"You want to know?" Bai Zixiao asked Hua Qingmo rhetorically, and her tone was quiet and scattered.

"Hmm!" Hua Qingmo nodded heavily, extremely firm.

"Actually......" Bai Zixiao opened her lips, as if to say something. However, after he said two words, he stopped, and a demonic smile quickly appeared on his lips. "Forget it or don't talk about it."

"Why?" Hua Qingmo was a little puzzled, why didn't she say it again?

At this moment, Bai Zixiao sighed as if he was helpless, but the smile on the corner of his lips was still evil and bewitching, and his tone was still loose and lazy. "I'm afraid that after I say it, Mo'er will be even more desperate for me."

"After all these years, when did I not give up on you?" Hua Qingmo immediately retorted, and after finishing speaking, her face flushed slightly.

At this moment, her face was not dry with tears, blood stains were staggered, and she looked very messy. However, Bai Zixiao felt that such a flower Qingmo looked very interesting, like a naughty and mischievous kitten, which was pitiful.

Slowly pulling on his clothes, Bai Zixiao slowly put on his underwear and brocade robe, his movements were slow and elegant, without the slightest confusion. After tidying up, he reached out to Hua Qingmo's face, and his fingers gently wiped the blood on her face.

The fingertips were slightly cool, like snow brushing over Hua Qingmo's skin, and the shallow touch made her unconsciously close her eyes.

"I'm not going to hide it from you, I'll tell you everything. From the day the Golden Palace was separated to the day we met now, everything that happened in the six years inside, I will tell you everything. ”

Bai Zixiao's cold voice was the same as the layers of snow falling outside, with indifference, just like the breath of death. The room was darkly lit, and everything seemed to go back to that day six years ago.

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