Three months have passed, and the voices of the Killing Pavilion against him have basically been cleared, and for this, the river of blood has almost stained the sky here. On this day, it was the first snow in winter, and he came out of the torture staff hall, looking at the silver and white sky, and remembered Xue'er, who had not seen him for a few days.

When I arrived at the IKEA courtyard, it was the season of plum blossoms, and the fragrance of the garden was once the favorite thing of the mother, and in the memory of that long time, it seemed that there was still the warmth of the mother's fingers...... This stop is actually the time of a stick of incense.

Xue'er sat next to the window, the window was open, she watched quietly, the black tall and handsome figure in the snow, so lonely and lonely......

She couldn't help but think of the song:

Yongmei –

Outside the broken bridge,

Loneliness opens without an owner.

It's dusk and I'm alone,

More wind and rain.

I have no intention of fighting for spring,

A group of jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust,

Only fragrant as before.

After a long time, the demon walked into the house with a body full of snowflakes, like every day in these three months, Xue'er sat on the side and didn't care about him, and didn't talk to him, but this time, Xue'er, who was in a daze, suddenly felt a cold hand, she looked up, it turned out that the big devil grabbed her hand, and his eyes revealed unprecedented tiredness.

"Woman ......" the demon wanted to speak and stopped.

Xue'er stared at him, white snowflakes fell on his jet-black green silk, and finally didn't pull out her hand: "Big devil, you look tired!" Why don't you go to bed and rest?"

"Woman...... You......! His eyes flashed with joy, let Xue'er help to the side of the bed, lying down, Xue'er was finally a little distressed, in the past few months, although she was grounded in this small courtyard, but at that time there were screams and snow, Chunmei's words, she still found clues, this period of time, the demon must be very tired, very hard. But every few days, he would come to him, and even if he didn't talk to him, he would sit there and look at himself quietly. Sometimes, there is a short nap.

She pulled the quilt and covered the demon, in fact, she didn't blame him or get angry with him, after all, it was because of him that he could survive. It's just that the dream of that day really shocked her too much, if that was her fate, she really didn't want to be betrayed by her lover again, so she refused to love herself. But...... The demon obviously said those heart-wrenching words......

Cher walked over to the drawer, the embroidery material that the snow had given her to pass the time, she loved cross-stitch in modern times, and after thinking about it, she picked up a plain silk silk, took out a brush, and began to draw Hello Kitty's face on it.

After Xue'er finished drawing, she began to embroider, holding the embroidery bandage, and Xue'er lowered her head and embroidered seriously......

Time is constantly passing, the red candle is shaking the light and shadow, and Xue'er is still holding the needle and struggling, looking focused.

Suddenly, a few cuckoo cries came from outside the house, the demon opened his eyes, and was just about to leave, just to see Xue'er's serious appearance a little stunned, these months, she has always looked at herself coldly, or simply avoided herself, every time she can only secretly see her and Piaoxue, Chunmei and the two girls playing happily. How long has it been since I have seen her so closely, now she has a frown slightly wrinkled, a crimson face, pink willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes and a nose, snow-white skin is crystal clear, and her body exudes a lanlan-like, elegant and extraordinary temperament......

got out of bed, involuntarily walked over, and saw the embroidery on her hand, Mo Zhanpeng couldn't help but poke his head curiously, a few crooked lines, and couldn't see what it was: "What are you embroidering?" Why is it so ugly? ”

"You're ugly, you don't have any artistic cells, huh!" Xue'er's face turned red, like a ripe apple, and the demon was stunned for a moment, and muttered, "Then tell me, what is this?" ”

"Hairy crabs!" Xue'er paused and said, "Big devil, don't you know what a hairy crab is?" ”

Looking at the delicate Cher, with a coquettish appearance, her heartstrings moved, is this Xue'er talking to him about peace? His face was still silent, and he frowned and said, "What are you embroidering hairy crabs for?" What does a hairy crab look like this? ”

"Haven't you heard of the Demon Sect Master's 'when the plum blossoms bloom and the east wind is cold, it is the time when the hairy crabs are fat'? I'm hungry, and if there is no one to take care of here, I'll embroider it myself to satisfy my hunger, and by the way, I want you to inform you that I can't? ”

"Woman, am I a fool? Who are you fooling? Or am I really an idiot! Well? ......" The demon's hand gently put on Cher's waist, but just as she touched it, Cher slipped out of her arms like a loach. Her delicate face had a touch of red: "The big devil, it's so bad, he has occupied other people's beds for so long, and he doesn't leave when he gets up, and people are sleepy and dead." ”

The demon scratched his head, the cuckoo sound outside has been ringing for a long time, it seems that if he doesn't go out again, then Yuchen is likely to rush in, he touched Xue'er's silky face and said: "Woman, you are really naughty, but this hairy crab is too ugly!" ”

Listening to the sound of slamming the door behind him, the mood that the demon had been suppressing was a little relaxed, and he went out of the garden gate, only to see Yuchen standing there sweaty: "Yuchen, what's the matter?" ”

Yu Chen stepped forward, bowed down and said, "Sect Master, Holy Aunt is invited." ”

As soon as he heard that it was this woman, the demon's eyebrows raised slightly: "Don't go." ”

"Sect Master, there has been a word over there, if you don't go today, she will drink the poison, you see, the Holy Aunt is the former sect leader's wife after all, if something goes wrong, this situation that has just calmed down will be broken again."

"Nonsense! You go down, I see. The demon lifted his true qi and walked towards the warm pavilion, it was now the middle of the night, and the garden was silent. Standing on the side of the warm pavilion, the bamboo curtain is lightly lifted, the pavilion is covered with tiger skin, and the surrounding is covered with wool, which looks very warm.

The demon walked in and saw Wu Na sitting on the couch, her breasts half exposed, looking at her with a smile. The breeze blows, and the demon smells a wisp of fragrance, which rushes into the nose and makes people feel drunk.

Looking at Wu Na's clothes that were almost as thin as gauze wings, the demon frowned, turned around and left, and a gentle and charming voice came: "Demon! ”

Mo paused, turned his back to her and said coldly, "Please call me the sect leader in the future!" ”

Someone seemed to get up, and walked behind the demon with gentle footsteps, Wu Na's voice was very empty: "Demon, back then, you and I were a bamboo horse Qingmei, you gave me to the old sect leader with the order of the prince for the sake of recovering the country, but after so many years, when will you really appear, let me see, the old sect leader liked you so much back then, and now, you are finally going to fulfill your long-cherished wish, but what about me?" ”

The demon was silent.

Her eyes lowered, and she said softly: "Now that the overall situation has been decided, I can also let go of this burden, if you have me in your heart......"

The demon turned around: "I know what you did, and you have a number, so what do you want to say?" ”

Her voice was as soft as water, and she sighed: "Okay, the concubine is no longer innocent, in order to wish you an early success, let the concubine play the tune for you, it is also a ......"

The demon hesitated for a while, sat down in front of the wooden couch, and said in a low voice, "Please play." ”

She moved the jade step lightly, smiled at the flowers, and sat down in front of the piano case: "Where is the Qingfeng sword, the falling flowers are meeting, the beauty is only for the hero, the bright moon knife does not understand, the dream of the world, the red dust and the vanity of the world are fleeting, the strong and lofty Han walks alone in a thousand mountains, how can the years fly by in a short time, the carved cage is heavy in green silk, the old man snuggles in the willow dream, the words are choked and tears are tens of thousands of heavy, the blade is cold and the sword shadow is cold, the rivers and lakes are shaking, Xiao Sheng breaks who pities the Yiren alone to comb, where does the Qingfeng sword come from, the falling flowers are meeting, the beauty smiles only for the hero, the bright moon knife does not understand, The dream of the world, the red dust is flashy and flashy, the strong and lofty Han walks alone in a thousand mountains, how can the years fly by with Zhu Yan, the carved cage is heavy and the green silk is heavy, the old people snuggle in the willow dream, the words are choked with tears into the smoke and waves tens of thousands of heavy, and the white head water flows eastward, and the lovesickness is endless, looking at the sky, why not wave the sword to break the hatred, the carved cage is heavy and the green silk is heavy, the old people snuggle in the willow dream, the words are choked and the tears are tens of thousands of heavy in the smoke waves, the long song is wild, the wind and clouds are fantastic, and the red dust is rolling and people gather and disperse. When the frost sideburns are full of back, the road is already difficult......"