Lin Ling'er was stunned, and then she understood what he meant, and suddenly blushed, pushed him, and shouted:

"You big pervert/wolf!"

Mu Jiuxiao was defenseless, and when she pushed him, his center of gravity was unstable, and he suddenly fell backwards.

Although there was a bed in the back, Lin Ling'er was thinking about his fart/thigh, and hurriedly went to pull him.

This pull is good, Mu Jiuxiao grabbed her hand unceremoniously, and the result was that he fell into the bed, and she happened to lie on top of him.

The little face suddenly changed color:

"It's miserable, it's pressed against your wound, hurry up, it must hurt to death......"

She said distressedly, and was about to get up, but Mu Jiuxiao's arms were tightly clamped in her arms, unable to move.

She struggled and frowned puzzled:

"What are you doing, hurry up, doesn't your ass hurt?"

When she met his gaze, she found that he was looking at her and smiling maliciously, and she suddenly realized, and her little fist slammed into his chest:

"You did it on purpose! Mu Jiuxiao, in order to be a flowing mang, you don't even want a fart, I despise you! ”

Although she said this, her little face turned even redder, because she felt that her lower abdomen was hot by a certain king, but there was nowhere to escape.

He smiled happily, like fireworks in the night sky, as precious as time, because it was so rare.

Seeing him laugh, she was happier than him, and she also curled the corners of her lips and laughed with him.

But this kind of laughter only lasted for a moment, the corners of his lips gradually closed, he just looked at her eyes intently, raised his hand to pull the broken hair from her ear behind her ear, and caressed her cheek one by one, and couldn't put it down.

She was embarrassed, and couldn't help lowering her eyes and asking:

"What are you looking at, do you have flowers on my face?"

He said seriously:

"I'm looking into your eyes."

"My eyes? What's wrong with my eyes? ”

"Your eyes are like two fires, clear and clear, but they always make the people who look at you burn themselves, and they can't stop."

His voice became a little hoarse, low and gentle, which reminded her of their hot spring night, and his voice was so charming that night.

She rolled her eyes and asked in confusion:

"Are you complimenting me?"

He cupped her cheek, close to her, and the burning breath beat against her face, and whispered:

"Your eyes are so moving, you can't help but be tempted......"

As he spoke, he lifted his chin and kissed her eyes, and a wet sensation spread from her eyelids to the bottom of her heart, making her throb uncontrollably.

Contentedly closing his eyes and letting him kiss him, his lips moving down from her eyes until they were against hers, said:

"Promise me not to look at other men......"

"Hmmm......"

She responded gently, like a docile kitten.

His lips were already pressed up, sucking her tightly, tossing and turning, as soft and long as a stream, sucking up every inch of her fragrance.

Love xù was gradually ignited by this kiss, and his body's reaction became stronger and stronger, he turned over and pressed her under him despite the pain, and the tent was filled with the smell of ambiguity.

"It's daylight ......"

She gasped, but looked at the tent with trepidation, fearing that someone would be there.

His wheezing was heavier, like a hairy boy, and whispered in her ear:

"This king hasn't changed for ten days, I want you ......"

Lin Ling'er couldn't help laughing, please, is he pretending to be confused or what, is the word "tai" really so good?

But she understands, is this his humorous cell at work?

His kiss fell again, and he began to pull her clothes, but unfortunately, the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes......

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded at the tent.

"Lord, Mutu asks to see."

It was Mutu's voice.

Lin Ling'er couldn't help laughing, pinched his arm badly, and said:

"It's not that I won't help you!"

Mu Jiuxiao gritted his teeth in frustration, so he could only get up and tidy up his clothes, get out of bed alone, and limp towards the tent.

The tabernacle was lifted, and he walked out alone, and Mutu saw a thin layer of anger on his face, and he did not know why, so he could only report carefully:

"Lord Qiqi, our army has been stationed abroad for many days, and the grain and grass have been obviously insufficient, do you need to ......?"

He wanted to ask if he needed to return to the dynasty as much as possible, but seeing Mu Jiuxiao's feelings, he didn't dare to give more opinions.

Mu Jiuxiao looked around, these days he didn't pay much attention to the army because he was unwell, obviously these soldiers had no battle to fight in these ten days, and they didn't practice well, and they looked a little lazy.

Without much thought, he said:

"Pass the order, let the soldiers prepare today, and leave early tomorrow morning, and the class will return to the court."

"Yes."

Mutu replied respectfully, and then looked up again and asked,

"But my lord, the journey is tiring, and I am afraid that your injury will not be able to ride a horse......"

Mu Jiuxiao raised his hand and stopped:

"Prepare a few more carriages and help me take care of Black Wind on the way."

"Yes."

Mu Tu immediately went down to prepare, and Mu Jiuxiao turned around and returned to the tent.

In the tent, Lin Ling'er had already gotten up and sorted out her clothes, and when she saw him coming back, her face was full of schadenfreude, her eyes were fluttering, but she didn't look at him.

said unhurriedly that he was going back, I was going to tidy up my things, and other innocuous words, but the afterglow of his eyes clearly saw that Mu Jiuxiao's face was still blue, and he couldn't help snickering.

She was laughing and humming a song to tidy up her things, but Mu Jiuxiao walked over and suddenly hugged her from behind.

She didn't stop, she continued to pack her things, and his footsteps followed her body, and he followed her wherever she went, and the whole thing stuck to her like a plaster.

"Mu Jiuxiao, I never found that you still have this kind of potential, where is the majestic and ruthless Hades King in the past? It's better now, it's stickier than the plaster on your ass! ”

He was neither annoyed nor angry, but moved his two hands along her arms and over hers, moving with her movements, and commanding with his mouth:

"This is a map, we have to put it away. That's my middle coat, so keep it ...... too."

Lin Ling'er laughed, this feeling is so good, just like a sweet and sweet newlyweds, they are just out on a trip for a few days, and when they are about to go home, the husband is still unsatisfied, and he makes his wife happy.

That night, Mu Jiuxiao finally ate her, and then fell asleep contentedly.

Lin Ling'er got up quietly, put on her clothes and walked out of the tent.

It was already the tenth month of the lunar calendar, and the cold air was blowing in the face, making the skin tight, and the exhaled hot air immediately condensed into a mist and drifted away in the air.

She stood at the mouth of the tent, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, looking up at the night sky, a full moon hanging high, bright and white.

The mood is extraordinarily calm, and the sense of happiness surrounds her like a tide.

She began to rejoice that she had swapped identities with Yun Chengcheng, if she hadn't done so, she might never know who she gave her first time, never know this man named Mu Jiuxiao, and never fall in love with him.

She and him from-for-tat, to the endless entanglement at this moment, although there have been ups and downs during the period, and there are many unpleasant things, but she is still grateful to be able to be in such a situation today.

At this moment, she especially wants to leave a memorial for herself, to commemorate their love.

After thinking about it, she turned back to the tent, lit the candle, took out a silver needle and passed it through the flames, then dipped it in cinnabar, opened the placket of her breast, and stabbed it to the left of her chest.

In the mirror, on the snow-white skin, drops of blood began to seep out, and she bit her lower lip, endured the pain, and still stabbed it ruthlessly.

Cold sweat soon broke out on her forehead, maybe she had been stabbing for a long time, and the skin and flesh on her chest gradually became numb, not as painful as at the beginning, and her hand was faster, and after a while, she stopped.

There was a sound on the bed, Mu Jiuxiao turned over, and when he couldn't feel her where his arm touched, he suddenly opened his eyes.

All I could see was her back, the candle flame dancing in front of her, and she didn't know what she was fiddling with in the mirror.

She couldn't help but turn her head when she heard the noise, and when she saw him walking towards her, she smiled perfunctorily, and then quickly pulled the placket of her shirt to cover something.

But he was quick and grabbed her hand, and the blood on the placket of her chest still did not escape his eyes.

"What are you doing?"

He asked, his silver hair glistening in the candlelight, and his cheeks stained with a thin layer of anger.

"Hee...... Didn't do anything. ”

She smiled flatteringly, not intending to tell him about it, as if it was a bit embarrassing.

"Show me."

Without saying a word, he pulled open her shirt.

Half-concealed and half-hidden, the roundness of her chest loomed, but the dazzling blood stains stained them red, and the original snow-white skin was soaked in blood and became a little hideous.

Surprised, he pulled her from the stool to his eyes, looked at her chest in disbelief, and whispered:

"Are you hurting yourself?"

He was really angry, his hands like iron tongs pinched her shoulders painfully, but there was distress in his eyes that could not be concealed,

"Why? Are you crazy? ”

She twisted her body, trying to avoid his angry gaze, but he was not going to let go of her, and in desperation, she had to smile reluctantly, and then pretended to be light:

"Here, I'll show you something interesting."

As she spoke, she broke free of his hand, picked up a glass of water, and rushed down towards the blood on her chest.

Before the blood stains dried, it was easy to mix into the water and flow away, but the scene that caught his eye made Mu Jiuxiao stunned, and his eyes gradually turned red.

But she was very proud of her work, raised her face and asked him with a smile:

"Is it pretty?"

He didn't answer her, but raised his hand and slowly stroked her snow-white skin, which was originally as smooth as a boiled egg white, but now it was scarred, and a silver needle was tattooed with the word "Xiao", cinnabar coloring, dazzling red.