Chapter 91: Rotting Grass as Fireflies (57)
Just because, she is the heroine.
It's just a normal picture, but it's a pity that she's ......
Acceptable.
The blood kept falling, just right not to fall into Mo Xi's field of vision, but she could clearly perceive the wisps of death......
Since then, countless lives have ceased to exist, and she sat back on the boulder, her face very calm, and even the paleness gradually disappeared.
The furball was a little cowardly, rolling against the back of the ink hand to please him.
[Host, don't be sad, laugh one.] 】
Mo Xi came back to his senses slightly, and his eyes fell on it.
"Do you think I'm sad?"
【…… Not like. 】
But you're so cowardly!
Mo Xi looked at the little ball that was a little frustrated, raised his hand stiffly, and gently touched the only head it had.
"Xi'er."
Mo Xi raised his head, and Rong Lingcen walked down from the sky, his posture was like a pine, and his steps were steady.
He came up to Mo Xi and stretched out his hand to her.
She paused slightly, and raised her hand to put it in his palm.
He smiled softly, gently pulled the man up, and took him into his arms, his doting expression like looking at the best rare treasures, and his heart trembled with fascination.
Mo Xi's nose was sour, and he closed his eyes.
Rong Lingcen was stunned for a moment, and carefully picked up the person, only to find that Mo Xi was really asleep, and he hugged the person to the ark with a smile, his eyes overflowing with distress.
The ark is very stable, and there is never the slightest fluctuation.
Rong Lingcen kept holding the person in his arms, and his eyes gently and carefully depicted the girl's face.
This view is a whole day, and when I come back to my senses, the ark has fallen to the ground.
Drowsy and chaotic like duckweed in the rain, fluttering and not knowing where to go.
It was already evening when Mo Xi woke up from the nightmare.
The afterglow of the setting sun is shining through the light gauze curtains, and beautiful lights and shadows are floating on the ground.
She sat silently on the bed, quiet, like a well-behaved puppet.
His gaze wandered with the light and shadow on the ground, and he somehow lost his mind.
The hairball arched and arched, from under the quilt to the bottom of her palm, a soft ball, lightly touching her fingertips.
Mo Xi rubbed it slowly, with a different force than usual, very light and light.
"Woke up."
Mo Xi raised her hand, and a tall and handsome man appeared in the room, silently walking towards her.
He rubbed her head and sat side by side with her.
"They're all dead?"
didn't say it explicitly, but Rong Lingcen instantly knew her deep meaning.
Her gaze and words in the dim light of that day quickly skimmed through his mind.
She, would she mind?
"Hmm."
He replied gently, holding her hand tightening slightly.
He was uncontrollably nervous about her next words.
"Heaven chooses life and death, I understand." Mo Xi buried his head in his arms, "I don't think you're wrong. ”
It's just that I can't help but be sad.
Rong Lingcen listened to her words, but his mood did not improve.
"I'm a little tired and want to sleep." Mo Xi buried his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but his words were as light as a feather.
Rong Lingcen carefully put the person on the bed and helped her pull the quilt.
"Get a good night's sleep and forget about everything."
"Hmm."
Rong Lingcen gently left a kiss on her forehead, and the man's Ruyu face flashed with unprecedented softness.
He stood up quietly, not making a sound.
Just as he was about to leave, the cuffs were pulled.
Rong Lingcen looked back slightly.
"Is it okay to sleep with me?"
The last rays of afterglow before the night set the perfect face of the man, and the slight curve seemed to be an illusion, flashing before the light and shadow ended.
"Okay."
Night falls, silently.
The two people on the bed are quiet and picturesque, and the tall man is holding a petite girl, so warm that it can easily touch people's hearts.
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Are you all in school?