Baili Heze walked in front of Feng Wuwu, he slowly squatted down, staring at the sad Feng Wuwu with dark eyes, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and the pain made him breathless.

After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke, softly reassuring the grief-stricken Feng Wuwu, "Don't worry. Even if it's for you, the regent will cheer up in a short time. ”

Feng Wuwu completely ignored what Baili Heze said, she took Jun Mo Ran into her arms, and said to herself: "I'm sorry, I'm too useless to protect Bai Ran. ”

She knew in her heart that Jun Bairan could have lived unharmed.

Jun Bairan was only worried about hurting her, so he resolutely chose to break himself.

Although, Jun Bai Dye is just a sub-personality of Jun Mo Dye. But for Feng Wuwu, he is more like a living life that has appeared in her life and given her love and trust.

She accepts the fact that Jun Moran suffers from multiple personality disorder, which means that she accepts all of his sub-personalities as well.

The good and the bad are all taken as they are.

Thinking that there was no more white dye in the world, Feng Wuwu was so sad as if he had lost his beloved, and he couldn't relax for most of the day.

Baili Heze looked at Feng Wuwu, who was depressed and silent, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the melancholy that could not be dissolved between his eyebrows could be seen.

Since Fu Yeshen's innocent death, Baili Heze's mentality has undergone earth-shaking changes.

He had an epiphany that he liked someone, and he didn't necessarily have to tie it to himself.

The world is impermanent.

He only wants her to finish this life in peace and joy, and he no longer dares to ask for her ethereal love.

Knowing the difficulty and retreating is what he should do at the moment.

It's just that Baili Heze is too obsessed with it.

Even if you have realized that your deep love is humble to the dust, it will eventually end without a problem.

He still couldn't let go freely, smiling at her into Jun Moran's arms.

"Don't worry, you remember, no matter when and where, the door of Nanqiang will be open for you."

Baili Heze looked at Feng Wuwu, who didn't look as strong as before, sensitive and delicate, and a trace of guilt sprouted in his heart.

God knows what evil he has fallen into!

More than half a month ago, he almost killed the child in her womb for his own selfish desires.

"If you can, I hope that in this life and this life, there will be no intersection with you."

Feng Wuwu raised his head suddenly, and there was a trace of impersonal affection in his cold eyes.

Baili Heze always knew that Feng Wuwu hated her.

Therefore, when he heard Feng Wuwu's particularly decisive words, his heart was not as sad as he imagined.

Shaoyan, Baili Heze covered his chest with a faint pain, staggered up, and flew away.

He hadn't intended to let Feng Wuwu know that the injury on his chest was not yet healed.

However, how could Feng Wuwu put these trivial things in his eyes?

To her, he was far inferior to those strangers she had never met.

Thinking of this, he smiled lightly with relief, put down the hand that was clutching his chest, and the blood flowed silently from the wound that had just been cut by her, and he brushed his clothes away.

"Ahem—"

At the same time, Jun Moran suddenly woke up.

He saw that Feng Wuwu looked like he was lost and depressed, scratched her nose lightly, and comforted her slowly, "Little thing, are you still sad about Jun Bairan's death?" ”

Feng Wuwu pursed his lips and nodded heavily, "If it weren't for the master, he wouldn't have had an accident." ”

Jun Mo smiled and said in a deep voice: "It is reasonable to say that he has not disappeared, his consciousness has been integrated into the consciousness of this king. The reason why he looks like he wants to say goodbye to you is nothing more than to let you remember him forever. ”

Hearing this, the haze in Feng Wuwu's heart was swept away.

She looked happy, hugged Jun Moran's arm tightly, and asked him over and over again, "Is this true?" Aren't you talking about you? ”

Jun Moran feigned anger, "In your heart, this king is more important, or Jun Bairan is more important." ”

Feng Wuwu smiled wryly, "Naturally, it's you." White dye is important only because it exists in your consciousness. ”

"You know each other."

Jun Mo Ran said so, and his black-gold eyes fell firmly on the dark purple bruise on Feng Wuwu's neck.

He raised his hand to caress Feng Wuwu's smooth skin, and his thin lips kissed her neck over and over again, "I'm sorry, I always bruised you." ”

"It's just a small injury, it's not in the way."

Feng Wuwu was worried that he was overburdened, so he added, "Master always feels that when you were in Shangshu Mansion last night, your body hurt even more." ”

Jun Moran silently embarrassed, gently stroked the strangulation marks on her neck, and then subconsciously glanced at her, "What's uncomfortable?" This king looks. ”

"Don't."

Feng Wuwu covered her crotch with both hands, afraid that Jun Mo would tear off her clothes at an inopportune time, so she hurriedly changed the topic, "You go back to the house to rest first, and then you will find the old man in Beitang to theorize." I really don't know why the old man is so confused, and he actually allows Yun Qinlai's meticulous work to be powerful in the Beili Palace! ”

Jun Moran said solemnly: "This matter has nothing to do with him, I think it must be Ao Che who opened the door for Yun Qin Xizuo who is lurking in Beili." ”

Hearing him say this, Feng Wuwu was like an initiation, and immediately reacted.

She frowned, and said angrily, "Do you remember that after Jun Fu died, he was sent to Donglin Yizhuang?" On that day, although Yun Feibai did not haunt the vicinity of Yizhuang, he heard the report from the informant, and Ao Che seemed to have briefly dedicated himself near Yizhuang. You say, is it possible that Ao Che happened to be bumped into by Fu Yeshen in the process of carrying Jun Fu? ”

Jun Moran nodded, analyzing according to Feng Wuwu's thoughts, "Come to think of it, Fu Yeshen didn't see Ao Che's face clearly, only the boots he wore on his feet. Therefore, Fu Ye was immersed in the drunken Liu Xuan and saw those boots, so he couldn't help but follow. ”

"From this point of view, the murderer who brutally killed Fu Yeshen is Ao Che nine times out of ten."

Feng Wuwu's face was solemn, and he said cautiously, "I didn't expect that Ao Che would fall to Si!" ”

It is really difficult for her to accept that Ao Che, who has made great contributions to Beili Jiangshan, actually colluded with Yun Feibai and Dark, who did anything to achieve the goal.

"It's just a grasshopper after autumn, and it won't last long."

Jun Moran got up suddenly, and gently hugged the frightened Feng Wuwu, his eyes were dark, "Go back to the house first, let this king see the injuries on your body." ”

"What's going on? You're still so unserious! ”

Feng Wuwu pushed Jun Mo Ran, who suddenly picked her up, and said in a chattering voice: "No." The Lord is bound to capture Yun Qin Xizuo lurking in the Beili Palace. Otherwise, the master is always unsure. ”

"As expected, the person who just beat the drum should be a person who is not white. He has only one purpose, that is, to put the king to death. Therefore, once the king leaves Beili, the fine work will not be able to set off any waves. ”

Jun Moran knows very well that Yun Qin's fine works abound, and he can't catch them at all.

In this case, he might as well spend the time for the capture and meticulous work to discuss the joy of the husband and wife with Feng Wuwu.

Feng Wuwu was about to speak, Jun Moran bowed down violently, sealed his mouth with his lips, and didn't give her a chance to speak.

Recently, he could completely feel Feng Wuwu's heart, which made him ecstatic, and he couldn't wait to be with her every moment and do what he liked best.

"Regent, are you really okay?"

"It's fine. Even if a hidden disease is committed, it will not be fatal. ”

"Then why do you faint so often? Isn't it overindulgence? Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Mo Ran, who was always as fierce as a wolf and a tiger in front of him, suspicious, and curious about his excessive energy.

Jun Moran said confidently: "How is it possible? Don't you notice that the king's face is getting darker and darker? Chasing the wind said that this is the sequelae of dissatisfaction. ”

Feng Wuwu: "......"

Looking for something dissatisfied?

It's obviously a song every night, but I don't know how to be satisfied!

You know, she is still pregnant, and he is so intemperate.

Judging from the current form, after she lays the dog's eggs, she is afraid that she will be completely deprived of the right to stay.

"Good boy, let this king see your injuries."

"Don't."

Feng Wuwu pushed and refused with his hands and feet, but Jun Mo Ran had already started a new round of "offensive".

Xu was "dead" once, and Jun Moran especially cherished the opportunity to be alone with Feng.

He muttered her name over and over again, his bony fingers looping through her dark hair.

Until she was exhausted and whimpered.