"Forget it." Demon Venerable stared at the girl who was a little uneasy, breathed a long sigh of relief, and rubbed Mo Zishu's full forehead in frustration: "Your brother, dear." ”

Brother, these two words are particularly gritted teeth, as if they can meet and fight.

"Hey! That's right. The girl's glassy light red eyes turned, bursting with a curious light, and her right leg pressed against the Demon Venerable's abdomen, suddenly turning the world upside down, pressing the Demon Venerable, who was defenseless against her, under her.

"What I used to be!"

She's so curious!

I only remember the words I said in my dreams, but I can't remember my own face.

With the fox as the body, the change should be staggering.

The Demon Venerable groaned, stretched out his pale and slender fingers at a finger's distance, and carefully depicted the girl's bewildering eyebrows, his eyes were deep and focused, and the sky was full of stardust.

The white hair spread all over the bed, and the blood-red eyes of the Demon Venerable were like the most dazzling sun, hot and beautiful.

The tear mole in the corner of the eye broke the noble feeling of the hot sun, but it was evil, extraordinarily gorgeous, and the girl who hooked stared at the fox eye, and her heart jumped to her throat.

It wasn't until he was in a hurry that his face turned slightly red, then he hooked his lips and smiled, tilted his head and said lightly: "I have drawn one picture after another, and each one is you." Laughing, smiling, mourning, angry, all sorted. I have carved you on the tip of my heart and imprinted you in my bones. ”

One after another, there have long been so many that several huge palaces are piled up, and there is nowhere to put them.

"One day, I went to pick up a painting that accidentally fell out, only to find that your face had long been blurred."

The tip of the pen was horizontal in the air, and a drop of ink fell, smearing the white paper.

No matter how deep his feelings are, he can't compete with the time he walked alone, and he can't resist the memory of being a human being.

He hated himself, why did he forget it so easily!

How can you let the bitter emotions pass, how can you freeze your empty chest!

Demon Venerable chuckled, reached out and stroked the girl's misty eyes, and then covered them with emptiness: "However, now I will definitely draw a girl with eyebrows like flowers, with raised light red fox eyes, a delicate nose, good red lips, and long and soft ink hair." ”

"The most important thing is to draw me, so that every time I write in the future, we can be together."

"Whatever you were before, in my heart you are what you are now."

is a cunning girl, will be angry and bite him, will throw herself into his arms to comfort her, will be clever, will be coquettish, will deliberately anger him.

Instead of the untouchable deity, warm and detached.

It's not the figure under the oil-paper umbrella looking at the snow-capped mountains from afar, but his flesh-and-blood, cunning and dexterous little fox.

Let him walk into the sun again and feel the flow of emotions from the little fox.

The hot water droplets in the palm of his hand swept through, and his heart ached, and the demon venerable let go, helplessly hugged the girl, and hid the pain in his voice: "What are you crying about, I, an old guy who has been waiting for so many years, haven't cried yet." ”

Bah!

You're a psychopath, it's on purpose!

The teary-eyed Mo Zishu pinched the cold and slender neck of the Demon Venerable, rubbing the faint green tendons with her fingertips, and said with a crying voice: "I didn't cry!"

"Lord Demon Venerable" The girl choked up, pouted, and twitched: "My name is Mo Zishu, Ziyue." The Mo family. “

You're good.

"Hello."

Let's get acquainted again.

"Your surname!"

Although I don't have a memory of being with you, I'm still distressed, we can get to know each other again and try to be together in our current identity.

You cunning neurotic even more cunning than a fox!

"The surname is Qi." The Demon Venerable smiled lightly, full of tenderness, and wiped away the girl's tears, as if treating a fragile treasure: "Life Yixian, Zixuan." “

"Your husband."

Hurry for a thousand years, see you again, very happy, cunning me, remember your gentleness.