The one between good and evil suddenly stiffened, solemn to viscous, and the little fox was attached to the cold chest of the Demon Venerable, and it was difficult to hear the faint beating of the heart.

The long wind blew again, and the cold made the little fox sneeze.

"She's fine." Wen Xiuya broke the mysterious atmosphere and retracted her gaze with a light smile.

It's so good that it looks familiar.

Just like at the beginning, every White Lady is so good.

"That's it." Demon Zun smiled proudly, like a child who had eaten his beloved food, and lowered his head and kissed the little fox with white fur flying straight away.

Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the leg of the righteous gentleman and pulled him directly into the lake.

Mo Zishu was dumbfounded by the two, and was caught off guard by a kiss, and she didn't slap her. Looking at Wen Xiuya standing in the water with a good-natured smile, a bad chill burst out of her heart, and her limbs were cold, freezing the little fox into the clothes of the Demon Venerable.

What does it mean to cross you, and what does it mean to return to dust and earth!

Still not good brothers who can meet peacefully, your relationship is so bad, can't you fight, you have to meet, and make each other unhappy.

She didn't like her brother, and she didn't smoke it yet.

She wants to attack the Demon Venerable, not kill him!

Wait, how is the Raiders a strategy?

Mo Zishu's white hair exploded, she retracted her claws, turned around and frantically grabbed the cold chest of the Demon Venerable, but her limbs were weak, and she slowly slid down Ruyu's skin.

The corner of the Demon Venerable's eyes pressed down, and he pressed the little fox that slipped in his clothes so as not to touch the place where he shouldn't have touched it, thought for a moment, and kicked Wen Xiuya, who was just about to come up, into the lake.

Rao is a mud bodhisattva with a good temper, and he has to change his face at this moment.

But Wen Xiuya just sat in the lake, her eyes moved slightly, and she looked helplessly at the Demon Venerable who was staring at him: "What's the matter." ”

"Transfiguration Pill."

The Demon Venerable got up, and stroked the little fox through the gorgeous clothes quite suspiciously, his mood fell to the bottom, and he stared coldly at the righteous gentleman: "Lest you think about my little fox." “

Why didn't the little guy let him touch it.

Could it be that he fell in love with Wen Xiuya?

Wen Xiuya, who was tacitly disgusted by the fox and the others, tightened the slippery sludge in the water, and reprimanded in a low voice: "You don't want to die!" “

The precautionary Demon Venerable directly banned the word, allowing Wen Xiuya's thin lips to open and close, and there was no sound that would affect the little fox.

Mo Zishu was in a panic and stuck to the Demon Venerable, and before he calmed down for a moment, he smelled the familiar danxiang again.

Then it was the shaking that he had just gotten used to, and through the light dress, the little fox was hypnotized by the soft warmth, and the sleepiness that belonged to the cub came up and fell asleep quietly.

This time, instead of dreaming of the strange big brother, she switched places with the hateful Demon Venerable, and she held the little creature and walked in the ice and snow.

The goose feathers fell in heavy snow, the shawls were covered with white, and the snowflakes on the oil-paper umbrellas slid down the ink hair as they walked, blending into the snow.

She turned her head, hooked her lips and smiled, her eyes teary-eyed: "You're here." “

Mo Zishu curled up sadly, desperately drilling into the only warm place, and listened to the ethereal sigh, as if in a dream, as if from the infernal future.

The Mozun who hung his head chuckled, covered the heavy futon specially prepared, hugged the little fox tightly, and fell into the darkness with satisfaction.

The door was open, and the cool breeze shuttled back and forth, but it could not blow into the warm room.

The two protectors standing at the door enjoyed the moment when the Demon Venerable did not toss his subordinates, and looked at each other, only to find that it had been thousands of years since the Demon Venerable rested so quietly.

"The Demon Palace is going to be stable for a while."

"Not necessarily." Zuo Protector flipped through the official business in his hand, and felt that when Mrs. Bai appeared, it was the day of the dark surge: "Maybe you will be busy later." “