"If you come to my room like this, Xiaobai won't find out that you're missing?"

"No, she's asleep."

Mo Xiaotian grinned, threw the pillow on Yi Cheng's bed, and climbed onto the bed as he spoke.

"Hey, you're going too far, aren't you?"

"Oh, there's not even a place to sit here, so I can't find a comfortable place to lie down?"

Mo Xiaotian leaned his body on the pillow, his legs exposed.

Yi Cheng originally wanted to reprimand her, but when he noticed the dredging on her instep, he suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart, and opened his mouth and didn't speak.

It was stepped on by him while dancing.

I didn't expect it to be so ruthless.

Noticing Yi Cheng's gaze, Mo Xiaotian smiled and put his legs into the bed.

"Hey."

Yi Cheng frowned.

"Oops, I'm not sleeping here."

Mo Xiaotian wrinkled his nose, "Let's talk for a while, I'll go back to the room when I'm sleepy." ”

"Okay."

Yi Cheng went to the table and picked up the phone.

"Let's memorize poems for a while, and tomorrow is the poetry conference interview."

"Okay."

Yi Cheng stood on the ground, leaning against the wall.

Mo Xiaotian flipped through his phone and looked at him out of the corner of his eye.

Although he watched him stand uncomfortably, he didn't dare to ask him to sit down.

"Why don't we play the Flying Flower Order?"

Yi Cheng proposed.

"Good. What words do you fly? Mo Xiaotian asked with a smile.

"Do you have something you like?"

"Loved it...... ......" Mo Xiaotian looked at him in a daze, and for some reason, his heart beat faster.

"Well, I like it, whatever you want. I'll pick one word from it to make the Flying Flower Order. ”

Flying Flower Order, is a kind of game held in the middle of the banquet in ancient times, casually with a word, according to the order of seating, everyone must say the poem containing this word, otherwise even if you lose, you have to drink and be punished.

Speaking of which, the ancients played a variety of games, which are very interesting and elegant, but unfortunately many of them have been lost now.

If it weren't for the program of the Chinese Poetry Conference, many people would not know how feng sao the literati and elegant guests had when they drank.

"Speaking of the ...... you like," Mo Xiaotian flattened his mouth, "I used to like Yu Heng's garbage...... Boom. ”

Belch......

Yi Cheng didn't expect to mention her as a sad thing.

"Otherwise, it's better to use water."

……

The two of them played with Feihua Ling for a while, and the night became darker.

Playing and playing, Mo Xiaotian suddenly cried.

Yi Cheng couldn't understand it at all.

"Are you concerned? Isn't it just that Feihua can't catch it, as for crying? ”

"No, it's not."

Mo Xiaotian wiped his tears and trembled uncomfortably.

"I am, I'm afraid."

"Scared?" Yi Cheng looked at her puzzled.

"Scared of what's happened recently." Mo Xiaotian tried to squeeze out a smile.

But the more I tried to calm down, the more my body trembled.

She raised her teary eyes and looked at Yi Cheng, "Can you come over?" ”

The words "for ......" have not yet been finished.

"Just for a moment. I'm really, really ......."

Mo Xiaotian's fear was written on his face, the kind that was revealed from his bones.

Yi Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, then shook his head and sat down next to her.

Mo Xiaotian rested his head on his shoulder.

Yi Cheng's body suddenly stiffened.

He could feel the shiver from Mo Xiaotian's body, and as she said, her heart was full of fear.

But he didn't understand what she was afraid of.

"You know what?" Mo Xiaotian calmed down a little and said to himself, "When your life and life are dominated by another soul, you don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. ”

...... by another soul

Yi Cheng looked down at her.

Is this guy talking about the goddess of literature?

"There are times when I feel like I'm sleepwalking, no, maybe death would be more accurate."

Mo Xiaotian looked at the white sheets in a daze, "If I fall asleep, at least I will still have dreams." ”

"But I could be doing something, like eating, and suddenly it's dark.

When I regained control of my body, I realized that time had passed.

I don't know if I've eaten.

Or have you taken a shower?

Or...... Where she went and what she did during this time at her disposal was completely unknown darkness to me. ”

Multiple personalities, without sharing memories, is a terrible thing indeed.

Yi Cheng looked at her with some sadness.

But......

He didn't know who to sympathize with.

Mo Xiaotian or the goddess of literature.

Both of them are pure and kind girls to him.

"So, you don't believe her?"

"No, I believe in her, I believe she won't do anything weird with this body." Mo Xiaotian crossed his arms and trembled, "But I can't help but think about those ......"

Yi Cheng looked at her hesitantly, and suddenly felt a little remorseful.

Yes, he was only thinking about how to cultivate a good goddess and gain more advanced literary skills.

But they never considered their feelings.

What does Mo Xiaotian think about the goddess, does she accept or resist?

What does the goddess think of Mo Xiaotian, does she want to possess or work together?

He never knows.

"And ......" Mo Xiaotian rubbed his arms, tears in his eyes, "The time I have at my disposal seems to be getting shorter and shorter recently, I don't know...... With the passage of time, I still do not exist. ”

“……”

Yi Cheng's whole body was shocked.

He couldn't empathize with this fear at all, but he didn't know why, when he heard what Mo Xiaotian said, his heart felt like he had been hit with a heavy hammer-

I was deeply impressed.

"No, it won't."

Yi Cheng hesitated, stretched out his hand, and hugged Mo Xiaotian into his arms.

"Huh?"

Mo Xiaotian's pupils shrank, and a pair of eyes suddenly widened.

A warm feeling enveloped her body, as if surrounded by flames.

The cold and shiver before disappeared in Yi Cheng's arms.

She looked down and smiled, suddenly feeling that the whole world was quiet.

"What will happen to her if the quest is cleared?"

After a while, Mo Xiaotian asked.

"I don't know."

Yi Cheng was shocked and shook his head in confusion.

He really didn't know.

When she cleared Yan Ziqi, she still existed intact in the world.

When she cleared Gong Sinan, she disappeared because she had no entity.

So Yi Cheng has no way to judge at all.

"Me and her, Mo Xiaotian and the goddess of literature," Mo Xiaotian opened his mouth hesitantly and let out a sigh-like smile, "Which one do you prefer?" ”

"I ......"

Yi Cheng opened his mouth, it stands to reason that he should comfort Mo Xiaotian now, after all, it is her now.

But when the words came to his lips, he hesitated.

His heart was shaking violently.

"If, in the end, there will only be one of her and I left, who will you choose?"

"I ......"

Yi Cheng was about to say something.

It was then that there was a knock on the door outside.

"May I come in?"

It was Ziqi's voice.

Mo Xiaotian's eyes widened in surprise, and then pushed Yi Cheng away.

"We can't be seen together."

She said as she looked around.

"I'll hide for a while."

As he spoke, Mo Xiaotian wiped away the tears on his face and got under the bed.

"Uh......"

You asked me first.

Yi Cheng covered his face in pain.

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