The corpses were everywhere, and the blood invaded into blood in the rain, and the blood flowed like a river. Everywhere I went, there were people who died tragically. Walked into the house, the lights were colorful, red and green, the bride's hand fell to the ground in a strange posture, and one hand stretched up, in the posture of the demon Qiang's research, it should be aimed at the murderer, and her eyes flashed with horror.

Mo Qiang saw a familiar reflection from those eyes, his expression changed suddenly, the heavens and the earth were frightened, and those simple, frightened and surprised eyes reflected the appearance of the early morning, or should it be said that the crazy early morning, was as good as the puppet control when he was still Nuoqiang.

"Master, master, I found Son Lingchen." Zhu Bi drove the demon Qiang to Xinghua Village, and transformed into a human form to help find the early morning together. Maybe he saw a lot of dead people, and he didn't feel a little uncomfortable with the tragic scene in front of him, and he could wear it in the pile of dead people without changing his face to look for Ling Chen, and was finally taught by him to find it next to the grass pile behind the village, but what was surprising was that Ling Chen's face was tense and stiff like a rock, but the temperature of his body was high and terrifying. Zhu Bi has lived for many years, but he has never seen a person like Ling Chen, who is obviously weak, but his body is shouting, and the hot can teach him to burn.

"Where is he, take me." Mo Qiang was solemn and solemn, and quickened his pace to follow Zhu Bi past the back of several households, and saw the unconscious early morning next to a wet haystack.

Mo Qiang squatted beside Ling Chen in a few steps, stretched out his hand as white as jade and probed into the white but hot forehead that could be used as a steamer, his heart was cold, how could it be so scorching, "Early morning, you wake up." "I pushed it, but there was still no movement.

Resting on the pile of dry grass, the fingers pressed under him moved, hot, the whole body was hot, and the warm and dry palm suddenly came from his forehead, which made him feel comfortable and couldn't help himself, and couldn't help but "hum" out loud, so startled that Moqiang withdrew his hand.

Ling Chen's current situation is like taking Mei Dan, but the effect of the medicine is even worse.

Ling Chen moved his dry lips, followed the direction of the warm palm, got up, and with a long hand, he pressed a cold thing under him, and his chaotic consciousness told him that there was a person under him, and as for men and women, he didn't care at all.

Mo Qiang didn't expect that Ling Chen, who was already fragile like a dying man, could still have the strength to overwhelm him, a pair of steaming hands easily drilled into his clothes, touching it randomly, just as Ling Chen's hand slid down, Mo Qiang's rational strings finally collapsed, and he hurriedly held the hand that wanted to come to Hu, "Ling Chen, you are sober and sober, I am Nuoqiang." "In the early hours of the morning, Moqiang prefers to use his former name.

Ling Chen raised his head blankly, a pair of red eyes surrounded a strange pattern, and lowered his head again, one by one, small kisses fell on Mo Qiang's chest, and his clothes had already been torn.

Mo Qiang was completely stunned, Ling Chen's eyes were already unconscious, as if he was a beast, following primitive needs, and his current needs, as a man, Mo Qiang understood, because it was like an iron pillar clinging to him.

As for Zhu Bi, he was already stupid, with soft lips open, staring at the scene in front of him in a daze. Ahh

Do you want to stop the early morning, Zhu Bi's heart screamed frantically, although the early morning is very good-looking, but with Nezha's possessiveness is absolutely intolerant of sand in his eyes, and the owner has no intention of refusing, what can I do, is it a bloody love triangle?

Well, it could be a four-cornered love! A cold face flashed in Zhu Bi's mind, Mu Ne nodded, and a delicate face flashed, well, it may be a four-cornered love.

"Ah" Pingbai was knocked on the back of his head, and Zhu Bi reluctantly walked out of the fantasy world he sketched, and the "master" pouted aggrievedly. When Moqiang was still Nuoqiang, Moye was still Mu Tinghao, Zhu Bi's favorite thing was to listen to Mu Tinghao tell Nuoqiang about what he had seen in the 21st century, thrilling, heart-wrenching, and at the same time, well, it was also bloody. After that, after Moqiang and Moye successfully returned to the Demon Realm, every time the two of them met, Zhu Bi would quietly wake up, prick up his ears and listen to Moye's speech intently, not a word, in order not to miss those bloody and interesting stories.

Of course, the magic night has long explored the hobby of the pen, deliberately diverted the topic, just don't talk about what he wants to hear, waiting for the pen to take the initiative to ask for the door, the pen is not a person with a temperament, every time he will be fooled, according to the magic night's like, change the appearance he likes, sometimes into a little girl in a pink shirt, sometimes into a handsome boy, a little boy with pink makeup, in order to feast his ears.

"What kind of nonsense is your brainless thinking about, hurry up and find a way to knock him out." Mo Qiang glared at the pen angrily, and endured the harassment of the people on his body, if it weren't for the fact that he was very fragile at this moment in the early morning and couldn't withstand the beating, Mo Qiang would have wanted to turn over and sing and beat him up!

Zhu pen pouted, holding a round small fist, standing by the mouth and trying, no, and changed to the right, just swung down, found that the posture is not right, a little difficult to ride a tiger, he punched down, it is very likely to be killed in the early morning, the master must not fight with him!

He's not stupid!

Zhu Bi suddenly entered the world he weaved, and suddenly immersed himself.

At this time, the Demon Qiang in his eyes was really going to vomit blood angrily, "In the future, I will resolutely not allow the Demon Night to tell you those brain-dead stories again, look at you, your IQ is about to be swallowed." "This guy in the magic night, with his rusty gun that can't be damaged, comes to pollute his simple and innocent pen.

Inexplicably, Moqiang misses the innocent little pen a little.

"It's not that people don't want to save you who are suffering, it's just that other people's little hammers are too hard, in case one accidentally kills him, you can't crush other people's bones and scatter ashes." Zhu Bi's dark and watery eyes turned drippingly, stained with tears, silently accusing the master of cruelty.

"I believe you have the ability to knock him out without killing him." Demon Qiang gritted his teeth, no matter how late he put pen to paper, he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to keep the bottom line.

The black belly of the pen went online, and he stretched out his hand slowly, and with a light touch on the back of his head in the early morning, the person fell on the body of the demon qiang.

It rained for a few days before it stopped, Yang Jian and Yang Can went on the road together, Nezha followed in a hurry, puzzled, "We are immortals, why do we need to walk over and cast a spell." "How tired he is, he hasn't walked this far in a long time.

"This is the mortal world, naturally you have to follow the rules of the mortal world, and if you are not happy, you will return to your demon world." Yang Jian said coolly, pulling Yang Can to speed up his pace.

Nezha pursed his lips and followed, but he was slightly uneasy in his heart, and the sense of uneasiness became more and more intense, and he always felt that something bad was about to happen.

has arrived in front of the gate of Xian'an City, Nezha suddenly proposed to leave first, wishing Yang Can to persuade the prince to rescue Xianggong, the two of them returned home, angry Yang Jian, and left.

Yang Can stuck out his tongue and sighed that Nezha had not changed for ten years, and entered Xian'an City.

Yang Jian inquired several times and turned a few corners before taking Nezha to the Prince's Mansion.

In the prince's mansion, Qi Qianzi is holding his fingers interlocking with his fingers, you and me, just listen to the housekeeper to report, there are two people outside who ask to see him, and ask the prince if he wants to see him.

Qi Qianzi glared angrily at the housekeeper who didn't know the current affairs, "No." Recently, he has been following his father in the palace to deal with the government, and he hasn't seen the fiber car for several days.

Just as the housekeeper was about to reply, the car stopped him in time, "Let's meet, it's not easy for people to come from all afar." As soon as Yang Jian stepped into Xian'an City, he felt a strong immortal power, and he pinched his fingers and counted it.

Qi Qianzi let go of his hand dissatisfied, but did not refute. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but he only cared about other people's affairs, which made him a little frustrated.

Yang Jian and Yang Can followed the housekeeper's lead to the back garden, and at a glance they saw the man sitting by the pond feeding the fish, and saw the figure of another person in the fog.

"I wonder what you are looking for Your Highness?" Qi Qianzi played with the teacup in his hand, put it to his lips and took a sip, and glanced at Yang Jian with a pair of sharp eyes. His man, what to look at, what to see, if it weren't for his identity, he would have jumped to his feet and scolded angrily.

Yang Jian didn't expect to meet Xianche in the Prince's Mansion, this was the first time the two of them had met face-to-face for many years. "We came all the way to see the prince for a big deal." Yang Can stood side by side beside Yang Jian and pretended to be calm.

This prince doesn't seem to be easy to get along with, Yang Can muttered in his heart.

Qi Qianzi raised his eyes, glanced at the beautiful young man lightly, and just as he was about to send people away in a few words, the slender cart sitting by the pool to feed the fish came over, stood beside the fine glass table, and said softly, "I didn't expect us to meet in such a situation." He brought a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Jian.

He and Yang Jian both used to love that person deeply, and now they are with others, and that person is now married.

Yang Jian snorted coldly and remained silent.

Just when the atmosphere froze, a man dressed as a guard rushed in, and said in an eager tone, "Hall Master, the gift has been delivered to Xinghua Village according to your instructions." A hint of panic flashed across his expression.

"How's the wedding going?" Xianche simply ignored a pair of burning eyes staring at him, and asked very calmly, a little more concerned.

Yang Jian held the hand of the teacup for a moment.

Yang Can shrunk his shoulders in embarrassment.

"Ling Gongzi's wedding dress was customized by the Qiang Protector, and the bride's wedding dress was sent by his subordinates. Ling Gongzi's marriage was handled by the Qiang Protector, which was festive, and there was no slackness or negligence. The man replied with some excitement, "My subordinates have never seen Ling Gongzi so festive and happy." "It's just that this wedding is weird, everyone is smiling, the arc of the smile is exactly the same, even the smile on the face of the Qiang Protector, but I can't tell what's wrong.

"When you get married, you should celebrate." The car turned the cup and sat casually beside Qi Qianzi, ignoring the burning eyes that couldn't swallow him.

I've been with me for many years, and I can't figure it out yet, and finally that person no longer belongs to me, nor does it belong to the person opposite. No, he never belonged to anyone.

Yang Jian thought that he would be safe and sound when he heard the news of that person again, but he never thought that his heart was still bitter and difficult to find, and suddenly a sense of abandoned loss came to his heart. They had the most intimate behavior between them, but the man said that if he married someone else, he would marry someone else, but he was not abandoned!

Yang Can heard the entanglement between the three of them from Nezha's mouth, and immediately sighed with emotion, and looked sideways at Yang Jian, who looked gloomy beside him, and felt sympathy. Loving each other, but not being able to stay together, must be painful for Yang Jian.