Because Han Xiao's father had a powerful warlock in his ancestor.

It's just that the warlock didn't have the right mind, and when he finally died, he only left these strange things, which were passed down all the way.

All the way to Han Xiao.

And use this thing to make his wife, who was originally blind to him, begin to cherish him every day.

This feeling is so good, day after day that he gradually suppresses the guilt and anxiety in his heart.

This is a bit ridiculous.

Sheng Moyuan sat on the chair, listened to Han Xiao's crying, and listened to Han Xiao say one after another that his original target was not him, but Sheng Moyuan didn't have the heart to drink the cup of tea.

"It doesn't matter who it is."

Sheng Moyuan raised his eyes to look at him lightly.

Just bent the corners of his lips.

The cold aura on his body, as well as a sense of alienation, made Han Xiao involuntarily sound the appearance of Qinghui when he first saw Qinghui.

Thinking that because of Qinghui's relationship, there were a lot of words, and he couldn't say anything he wanted to say, a fear crossed his eyes, and his body involuntarily trembled slightly, shrinking back.

I wanted to reach out again and let Sheng Moyuan save himself.

"I won't save you, you have caused the result yourself, you have to thank you for telling me this story, so that I can understand the doubts in my heart."

Sheng Moyuan stood up, his cold black eyes with a hint of indifference, "Come on, take him down." ”

"You, Sheng Moyuan, I didn't want to hurt you, I've already repented, and you've already found such a good wife, why? Why do you have all the good things, you are so weak, you were sick and soon to die......"

When this man heard this, he was already stimulated and confused, and his speech was reversed, and he looked a little crazy.

Sheng Moyuan stood on a high place and looked at each other lightly.

Because at this moment someone else has come in.

Many of his words were already limited by Qinghui's previous spiritual power, and he couldn't say anything, so he had to punch and kick and want to come to Sheng Moyuan and say something.

Although he disposed of the other party in this way, Sheng Moyuan's mood was still quite dignified.

Wait until midnight when Qinghui comes to climb the window with a light coffee.

Sheng Moyuan reached out directly for the first time and hugged Qinghui in his arms.

Qinghui was stunned, with a little doubt on his little face, raised his hand, and poked the other party's face with his white fingertips.

"What do you do?"

Why did you suddenly take the initiative to hold the Spirit Sword?

It's different from your usual twisting and pinching style.

Shouldn't this guy be obediently waiting in bed for her to climb into bed?

What's going on?

Qinghui's little face looked confused, tilted his head and thought about it, and suddenly straightened up.

Could it be that the pastries you usually prepared were secretly eaten by you today, so you deliberately made this gesture to divert her attention!?

Light coffee: ...... Qinghui-sama's brain circuitry always amazes me.

You'll never imagine what Qinghui's little head is thinking right now.

"Three days to go."

Sheng Moyuan was the first to speak.

Qinghui was turning his head to look at the pastries on the table when he heard this.

Then he turned his head to look at him, and saw that his dark ink eyes were also raised, and he looked at Qinghui.

"Hui Hui ...... I want to marry you soon. ”

"Huh?"

Qinghui blinked.

If you want to hurry up and warm my bed, this request is okay.