Na Ze listened to her answer, and his whole person shook, and his dim purple eyes shone brightly: "How can the sun lose the race against the moon?" ”

"Maybe the sun is lost!" Momo stood in the doorway, wrinkled his nose, and said nonchalantly.

Is he complaining about him pushing her away?

Naze sighed, his concealment and arrangements were in vain, Momo still appeared in front of him, although this was not the result he wanted, but he had to admit that at the moment he saw Momo, his mood was so good, almost satisfied. It turned out that his contradictions, his resistance, would collapse under Momo's smile, he carefully pushed it away, she walked around and came back, in the end, who is who is lost?!

However, when two people look at each other from such a close distance, it seems that none of this matters.

"Momo, come to me." Nazawa's smile was happiness that she had never seen before.

There were only seven members of the Senate in the coffin, which was unusually empty and deserted compared to the outside, but here there was an ending that everyone was waiting for, and all eyes were on the couple who were still calm in this ceremony in the name of punishment.

Naze sat on the throne, Mo Mo walked towards him from the door of the coffin hall with a smile, the flickering candle flames flickered, and her figure was reflected on the mosaic floor, as if broken into pieces, making him think of the day of the wedding, Mo Mo carefully pulled him with the hem of his skirt, afraid of slipping, with a little fear, with a little panic, it was so cute. However, when he needed her and looked at her, she always returned with a brave and warm smile.

This is his Momo, innocent but not naïve, transparent but opaque, almost unreal, contradictory and almost unreal, but she really walked to him, step by step, so real, without hesitation, her eyes are so firm, her smile is so sweet, she goes straight to the bottom of her heart, and she can't let go. His Momo, even if he forgets everything, will still return to his Momo, it turns out, he has never lost.

It's a pity that his good mood obviously can't be passed on to Mo Mo, when Mo Mo walked straight to him, it was so cruel in front of her eyes, Na Ze's hands were fixed to the black iron bracket of the inverted triangle by a pair of silver chains, the nails of the ten fingers had been pulled out, and the strange bright red blood of the "gurgling" gathered in the crystal funnel, flowing onto the manzhu sawa that glowed with a strange red light, and the petals that rolled back like dragon claws stretched hard, as if it was a kind of devouring. Whispered prayers came from all around, making it even more red.

There was a faint hint of blood in the room, mixed with a cool fragrance, maybe it was the flower that came out, what kind of flower was that, soft and enchanting, crystal as if dewdrops, blood dripping down, wisps of seepage, its red reverse curl like a dragon's claw petal tip but began to glow with holy white brilliance, white holiness, red splendor, that is a kind of bewildering beauty.

Mo Mo stood in front of him wordlessly, helped him remove his sweat-soaked bangs, still smiling, even though his face was pale, even though his fingers were trembling, but the smile was so real: "Don't tell me it doesn't hurt, otherwise I'll be angry!" ”

"Well, it hurts." Naze raised his head slightly.

"Don't tell me it's okay with me, or I'll be sad!" Momo leaned down and used his sleeve to help the sweat on his forehead.

"Yes, relevant." Na Ze took a breath, the blood prince's healing ability was strong, and when there was no more blood flowing from the fingertips of his fingers, the elder kneeling on the ground would pierce the fingertips with sharp silver needles to let the blood remain, and the needles would pierce from the fingertips to his wrists, even if his endurance was very unbearable, his face could not help but change abruptly.

Mo Mo looked at Na Ze in torment, bit her lower lip tightly, and swallowed back all the questions she was about to say, what truth and what reason, now she doesn't want to know, she only knows that she should let him suffer less. Mo Mo retracted his hand into his sleeve, bent down slightly, his sleeve skimmed his face, and continued to help him wipe his sweat: "Do you know it's wrong?" ”

Naze didn't speak, nodding visibly with a smile.

"It's good to know that it's wrong, for the sake of your good attitude, come, let me take a bite, and I'll let you go!" Mo Mo blinked mischievously, picked up his face, and said it was a bite, but he just kissed his lips kissing, and licked the tip of his tongue into it, which was a "corpse pill".

Na Ze's smile deepened, his eyes were very gentle, but he gently spit out the pill and floated in mid-air: "Thank you." ”

“？！” Momo's hand stopped in mid-air, unable to contain his stunnedness.

Na Ze laughed silently, and his pale and bloodless face had a little more vitality because of this simple and happy smile: "No, you must be punished for violating the clan rules, as the prince of the blood clan, I can't override the clan rules, let alone use foreign clans, do you understand?" ”

"I don't understand," Momo shook his head in a trance, "I don't understand at all." ”

"My sins have turned the mandala into a manju sawa that requires my blood and devotion to purify from the heart."

"How much blood will be shed?" Momo's lips began to tremble.

"Look, now this manju sawa has—" Naze tried to comfort her.

"I said, how much blood do you need?"

"Two-thirds," one of the elders next to him bowed slightly, answering for Naze, and Momo turned his head to find that it was Elder Berg, whom he had seen in the previous meeting.

"Is it okay to use my blood?"

"Oh, although Mandala Hua has been infected with blood qi for the sake of saving your wife, your blood has no special effect on it," Elder Berg straightened up, bowing his head and pulling at the wrinkled robe from bending, "but the blood of the little highness may be useful. ”

Blood is the vitality of the blood clan, if the blood flows two-thirds, whether he still has one-third of the vitality, Mo Mo doesn't know, but the patriarch is worried or seems to be peaceful, and even mentions Lucifer in a mean tone, letting her know that this is an ordeal, and it doesn't just belong to Naze.

If she could, she really wanted to beat Na Ze violently, why did she make a decision like this, he knew it was a trap, and for her sake, he stepped in like this, this stupid person, Mo Mo was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"Don't cry, I'll be fine," Naze didn't seem to hear Berg's sarcasm, but still smiled lightly, and even pouted at Momonunu, "Sit next to me and talk to me." ”

Mo Mo clenched his fists, sat down next to him, and stared at Na Ze for a long time, Na Ze thought she was going to say something to herself, she blushed and said, "I, I can't say it." ”

“……”

"Don't be angry, I'll sing to you, okay?" Momo was even more nervous.

"Hmm." Naze narrowed his eyes, but agreed, and his head rested on Momo's shoulder, his head already dizzy.

"I, I'll sing," Momo's head continued to go blank, Naze's pale face made her fidget, and she subconsciously sang a lullaby to lullaby, "Little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, dressed in blue, twitter, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, little mouse, Big face cat big face cat long beard, meow mimi meow mimi meow mimi. One tail is thin and long, twittering; A big bragging face, Meow Mi-"

"Momo, can you change the song?" Naze closed his eyes and whispered in protest, the blood clan outside had begun to study the deep meaning of mice and cats.

"Oh." Mo Mo nodded blankly, her shoulder leaned against the weak Na Ze, in this solemn palace, surrounded by blood clans with different hearts, she didn't know what she should sing and what she could sing.

"If you don't sing, I'll have to wait until I fall asleep." Nazawa's lazy voice was tired and smiling.

The corners of Mo Mo's eyes began to moisten, but his voice rose slightly: "Who said I won't sing anymore, I was about to sing, you must not have heard what I sang." ”

"Oh?"

"The birds in the trees are in pairs, and the green water and green mountains are smiling.

From now on, they will not suffer from that slavery, and both husband and wife will return home.

You plough the fields and weave cloth, and I will carry water for you to water the garden......"

Singing Huangmei Opera to vampires, this world, God broke out in a cold sweat, this world he needs to discuss development with the Jade Emperor......