156. It's hard to choose

She is a weak woman, staying in this kind of place, she just wants to live, what about cannibalism!

What is the difference between those who don't eat people outside and those who eat people?

Seeing that Feng Yiling paused, the expression on his face became hesitant and hesitant, Qu Jinmo cried even more sadly, and begged for more pity.

Feng Yiling sighed, raised his hand and dragged Qu Jinmo up from the ground, comforted her a few words, and said that Mo Tong and Feng Weiyang were still outside, and asked her to quickly clean up, and everyone would take shelter from the rain here tonight. Tomorrow (日rì) will be planned after the rain stops.

Feng Weiyang, who was hiding on the edge of the cave, was worried about Feng Yiling, and on the other hand, he was afraid that the rain would hit Mo Tong, so he tried his best to put his (body shēn) against the outside of Mo Tong to protect her from the rain.

At the second thunderstorm, Feng Yiling came out of the cave, followed by Qu Jinmo. Feng Yiling roughly told what happened to him and Qu Jinmo, and those (情qíng) festivals that ate people (肉ròu) naturally disappeared. Hearing Qu Jinmo's ups and downs, Feng Weiyang was teary-eyed and emotional.

After the four of them entered the cave, Qu Jinmo lit a bonfire to keep everyone warm. Everyone was silent without speaking in front of the warm firelight, and then the ink pupil woke up slowly. After seeing the Feng Yi Mausoleum on the side of (身shēn), tears fell like rain in an instant.

This move not only stung Qu Jinmo's eyes, but even Feng Weiyang was not spared. Feng Weiyang made an excuse and retreated outside the cave.

After experiencing a life and death, Mo Tong seemed to become more clingy, grabbing Feng Yiling's clothes, tears in his eyes, and said sadly:

"Senior brother, I finally see you!"

"I thought I'd never see you again!"

"I'm so scared! I'm so scared! ”

Feng Yiling straightened Mo Tong's hair, kissed Mo Tong's forehead, and said softly: "Okay, don't be afraid, didn't you see me again?" ”

"Then you can't leave me in the future!"

"Good!"

"Never leave you again!"

Got (允yǔn) Nuo, Mo Tong rubbed in Feng Yiling's arms, quite satisfied meow.

Looking at Feng Yiling's spoiling with satisfaction, Qu Jinmo felt as if a knife had been inserted in his heart, and his breathing was wild. So he stretched out his hand and tugged at Feng Yiling's sleeve, and called out aggrieved and mournful:

"Brother Jiu."

Feng Yiling nodded, quietly withdrew his sleeves, and then pulled the ink pupil out of his arms, and said with concern: "Xiaomo, are you injured?" ”

"Is it hurt that the fire in the torture pool is so big?"

Mo Tong smiled sweetly at Feng Yiling, "It's not hurt, but-" As the words turned sharply, the smile on his face grew cold, "There is a ghost here!" ”

"Scavenging corpse (flesh ròu), a ghost with a strong spirit of resentment!"

As he spoke, a pair of black and white eyes looked at Qu Jinmo, as cold as a knife.

Qu Jin Mohun (身shēn) was stunned, did not dare to look at Feng Yiling, buried his head and whispered: "I am not a ghost. ”

"You're not a ghost?" Mo Tong smiled coldly, "Why do you want to eat carrion corpses (flesh ròu) if you are not a ghost?" ”

"Brother Jiu!" The secret was revealed, Qu Jinmo was scared and frightened, and looked at Feng Yiling helplessly, but he didn't expect that in the latter's eyes, there was also alienated coldness. I want to come too

I didn't believe her.

Mo Tong continued to sneer, his voice was clear, not at all like he had been tortured by the flames, "Don't pretend anymore, you are not Qu Jinmo at all!" ”

"This is Sifang City, apart from us, it is impossible for Qu Jinmo to be here! You're not Qu Jinmo at all! ”

Hearing that Mo Tong even denied his existence, especially the cold suspicion in Feng Yiling's eyes, Qu Jinmo felt that all the bitterness and grievances could not withstand the heart-wrenching suspicion.

immediately knelt on the ground, looked at Feng Yiling's eyes and cried.

"Brother Jiu, I'm Xiaomo, I'm real!"

"I'm not a ghost!"

"You touch the temperature of my place, the heartbeat of here!"

"How can a ghost have a temperature, how can a ghost have a heartbeat, you touch it!" Qu Jinmo went to pull Feng Yiling's hand, but was snatched by Mo Tong and placed in her (chest xiōng) mouth.

"It's all your illusion!"

"Stop being delusional and confusing!"

Mo Tong stretched out his hand to brush away Qu Jinmo, who was kneeling at Feng Yiling's feet, and suddenly leaned on Feng Yiling's arms with silky eyes and said softly:

"Ling, she's a fake!"

"She's not real!"

"Kill her! It's like killing those fake mes! ”

"Kill her!"

"Don't, Brother Jiu, I'm Xiaomo, your Xiaomo!"

"Don't kill me, I'm your little ink, little ink ......"

"Kill her ......"

"Eh," Qin Anmoxibustion tugged at Mo Tong's sleeve with a look of ill will, "I didn't expect your senior brother to have a rich imagination!" This processing, this level, you can be the male protagonist of the breed/horse, and enjoy the blessings of all people! I didn't expect you to be like this in his heart!! ”

"However, he has to make a choice in this situation, who do you think he will choose?"

"If it were me, I would choose Qu Jinmo, the ink pupils in this are too fake! It doesn't feel like you're you! And you've already lost to Qu Jinmo with that little (body shēn) board! It's a shame to touch it! Qin Anmoxibustion said while looking at the ink pupil while drinking tea.

Mo Tong tugged back on his sleeve and patted it in disgust, "That wasn't me." ”

"Why isn't it you, that's Mo Pupil! However, it's really not you, except that your face looks alike, nothing else! Qin Anzhu said with a smile, and the man on the sofa on the other side smiled leisurely, "Brother Qin thinks that my acting talent is not enough?" ”

After that, the man snapped his fingers, and the two women in front of Feng Yiling pulled even more fiercely, what to Biao, to undress, to fight...... It's completely two shrews tearing ((forcing bī)bī), which almost makes Feng Yiling's split personality crazy.

Looking at Feng Yiling, who was about to go crazy by two women ((forced bī) bī) in the virtual image, Mo Tong raised his foot and kicked the chessboard on the coffee table. Looking at (hot) Qin Anmoxibustion, who is looking at it energetically, is not happy, if you don't play this game, it won't affect our play!

The ink pupil had a wooden face, his eyes were like a dead well, and he looked at Qin Anmoxibustion like a dead man, so angry that Qin Anmoxibustion's teeth were itchy but he couldn't help her. The man sitting on the other side smiled faintly again:

"Hey, we can't see the results anymore!"

"Since

If you can't see the result, there is no winning or losing. ”

"That's what happened." Qin Anxi waved his hand to pick up Feng Weiyang and Feng Yiling on the ground, and before they could be placed on the chessboard, they were burned to slag by a burst of flames, almost burning their hands together.

Qin Anmoxibustion was stunned for two seconds, and squeezed his eyebrows at the ink pupil, but unfortunately the ink pupil couldn't understand the meaning.

The man smiled again, "Providence is like this, why should Brother Qin be obsessed with winning or losing!" ”

The air on the side was distorted, Feng Yiling took the lead in breaking through the air, and after him (body shēn), Feng Weiyang seemed to be picked up by a dog, and he couldn't even walk steadily, so he pounced directly on Feng Yiling's back, and Feng Yiling's whole person broke forward a big way, just hitting the ink pupil on the sofa.

Under the action of inertia (sex xìng), it seemed that a pink accident was about to happen, but Qin Anmoxibustion grabbed the waist of his pants to stop it.

Feng Yiling was slightly startled, and quickly stood up straight, just about to speak, but was preempted by Mo Tong.

Looking up at the face at 45 degrees, a pair of dead fish eyes are as unchanging as ever, like a dry well, but they reveal the contempt of the gods, as if looking at a corpse, without any feeling (情qíng).

"Senior brother has been suffering from an eye disease recently?"

"The eyes are getting worse and worse."

"It's a cure."

After experiencing the choice of life and death in the fantasy world, the two (sex xìng) very different ink pupils made Feng Yiling feel (情qíng) agitation ((swing dàng) dàng again, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out against the current.

Mo Tong pulled Qin Anmoxibustion as a shield, and Feng Yiling's mouthful of old blood directly sprayed Qin Anmoxibustion's face (body shēn), so angry that Qin Anmoxibustion almost ran away, brushed his sleeves away, and wanted to take a bath and change clothes.

Feng Weiyang, who was quail-like on one side, hurriedly stepped forward to help Feng Yiling to sit down on the sofa, poured a cup of tea for his relief, and at the same time looked back and forth on the ink pupil (body shēn).

At this moment, there was another fluctuation in the air, Mo Tong and Qu Jinmo walked out hand in arm, and when they saw Feng Yiling, they threw a flying kiss over, and then walked to the man's arms and sat down.

The man hugged the two beauties on the left and on the right, and directly caused Feng Yiling to vomit blood for the second time.

What's the situation?

Seeing Feng Yiling's face forbearing, his anger and blood surging, the man suddenly laughed:

"Hey, young lady, your senior brother's eyes are really not good!"

"Governed!"

"The woman who is still staring at me is so good-looking! If you want to come to this gambling game, you don't have to go on, just like him, it's no wonder you don't lose! Listening to the man's sneer, Feng Yiling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes froze, wait, he wants to be quiet, what kind of situation is this now?

Feng Weiyang, who was also confused ((forced bī) bī) like him, didn't have the brains to figure out what was Nima's situation now, so he set his eyes on Mo Tong in a vain attempt to ask her to answer her questions.

The ink pupils were cold, and they didn't receive his signal, just stared at the man. The man seemed to be deliberate, and his mouth refused to stop kissing the ink pupil in his arms.

The ink pupil also (Jiaojiāo) responded to the man with a pretty smile, and in the gap, he also turned his head and winked at the ink pupil, and threw his eyes at Feng Yiling, the picture is simply spicy.

Mo Tong's hand couldn't help but press on the hilt of the steel soft sword at his waist, his eyes revealing a fierce light.

The man played with Qu Jinmo's long hair and glanced at Mo

Hitomi's hand sneered, "Young lady, are you unhappy?"

"It's just skin, why should the young lady mind."

"My beauty has entered the illusion world, and she has been away from me for so long, it really makes me think about it tightly, can't the young lady understand the newlywed Yan'er, Xiao Beisheng newlywed wind (情qíng)?"

"Oh, young lady, don't be so fierce, you're blind to your peerless skin!"

"Didn't the young lady see how popular my beauty is in the illusion, those two are willing to die for you, oh no, it's for my beauty! As the saying goes, a woman is made of water, and she has to be like water! If it's like cement, it's not good! ”

Although Feng Weiyang couldn't figure out what the situation was, he could still clearly feel that this man was dying! Although it makes a lot of sense, you may die a terrible death!

The air temperature was almost close to freezing, and the man still seemed to be unconscious, and continued to laugh embarrassedly, "Since the young lady doesn't want to see us, then let's go!" ”

The soft steel sword of the ink pupil came out of its sheath as he wished, and stopped in front of the man.

The man's eyes lit up, and although he was displeased, he still laughed to death.

"What else does the young lady want?"

"Bring something."

(End of chapter)