But it was only a momentary return to normal, and soon his eyes gradually turned red, as if he was provoked.

Mu Yanxi went over to stabilize him, Mo Qu's face was already full of water droplets, I don't know if it was water or sweat, his expression was unpredictable, as if he had two souls now.

Mo Qu kept suppressing himself, he wanted to be sober, but he couldn't control it, there seemed to be something in his body that wanted to rush out, about to tear his body, he wanted to destroy, destroy everything around him.

He looked up at Mu Yanxi, his red eyes staring at her, and the corners of his mouth smiled evilly.

She met his eyes, and couldn't help tingling, she spied on his pulse unusually calm, there was no problem at all, what was wrong with him.

Then she thought that this was a sign of enchantment.

"Moqu, wake up, wake up."

"Ah," he said, clutching his head in pain, his eyes suddenly turning back to their original color, and then crimson in a moment. His face turned pale, and his veins floated.

"Mo Qu, Mo Qu. I'm Mu Yanxi, do you still recognize me? She grabbed him by the shoulders and met his eyes, and she found that his eyes were half red and half brown.

"Mu, Yan Xi?" He was at a loss. He felt two people fighting in his body, and there was a force in his soul that kept eroding him.

Mo Qu shook her away with a grab of her hand, Mu Yanxi fell down in response, the glass slag on the ground pierced her palm, and the blood dripped on the floor, she took a deep breath and looked at him who was out of reason at the moment, and couldn't help but feel a little strange, obviously he was still good before, why was he suddenly so irritable? .

At this moment, he only felt that he was not under his control, and he looked at Mu Yanxi's bleeding hands in a trance. He knew that he was out of control again, and he struggled to wake up, but he only felt that his consciousness was getting more and more blurred, and he fell to the ground in pain and fainted.

"Moqu? Hey, what's wrong with you? Mu Yanxi was startled, and for some reason he didn't have time to think about it to catch his body that was about to fall, but unfortunately Mo Qu was too tall, even if Mu Yanxi was tall, he was pressed to the ground by him.

She looked at Mo Qu and suddenly felt a little strange in her heart, she couldn't care about her wounds, dragged him to the bedroom, and helped him to the bed with difficulty. The sudden change caught her a little off guard, she looked at Mo Qu who had fainted, and suddenly found that he was so delicate, with a tall nose and thin but moist lips, which reminded her that the eyes covered by long eyelashes were brown and clean. Even as a woman, she is a little jealous. Such a man really looks like an immortal.

Maybe there was only Murong Feng in her eyes before, ignoring that not all men in this world looked the same. Murong Feng's handsomeness is also rare, perhaps this is one of the reasons why she is dead set on him, she admits that both men and women in this world will be confused by appearance.

If Murong Feng is a bridge in the ice and snow, probably Moqu is the other side of Huangquan Road.

"You say, if you look like this, if you were a woman, would you want to turn sentient beings upside down?" Mu Yanxi said to herself, she couldn't help but touch his eyebrows.

"If I were a woman, I wouldn't take advantage of a man casually" Mo Qu closed his eyes and spoke slowly.

"Ah...... You're awake" She was startled, a little weak-hearted, and her face flushed.

Mo Qu opened her eyes and looked at her with some amusement. It turned out that she still had such a side, which surprised him, he thought she was a self-contained and arrogant person, and it turned out that she was also a person who would be tempted by a pair of skins. The point is that the person is him.

"What? Dare to do it or not? He looked at her with his hands outstretched, a smile on his lips

"Yes, I admit, so what." Mu Yanxi looked at him, there was no shame in this matter, and it was not her tofu that she ate. Besides, with his face, I think many people should have this idea, right?

"No, I just want to get it back." He said unmindfully, reached out and pulled Mu Yanxi into his arms, bowed his head and kissed him.

"Hmm......" Mu Yanxi's mind went blank......

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After a while, the atmosphere was a little ambiguous, she pushed Mo Qu away, her face was crimson, and she gasped slightly.

Mo Qu was still immersed in her softness, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his tongue licked his lips as if there was still her taste on it.

"Mo Qu, how dare you... Shameless "This person must be impatient to live, and what's even more odious is that he is still ... Seems to be intoxicated. I think that my wound is not healed, and my brain is not very clear.

"When I said I wanted to get it back, I wanted it back, and that's fair."

"You," she said, unable to speak, raised her hand to slap him in the shameless face.

"If you feel like you've lost it, you can get it back," he raised his face so that she could do it.

"Don't think you can do whatever you want if you save me, whore." Seeing this, Mu Yanxi waved her hand angrily, she would get it back sooner or later.

"Whore? If I were a thief, it wouldn't be as simple as kissing. But if you have to say that I am, then if I am not, do you feel a little disappointed and want me to go further? He came closer, almost close to her face.

"Shameless." Mo Qu's breath surrounded her, she couldn't help but be upset, as if there was a fire in her heart, she pushed him away hard, and raised her hand to hit his delicate face. Ignoring Mo Qu no more, she turned around and left.

Mo Qu looked at her departing back, stroked her beaten face, and hooked the corners of her mouth, was she annoyed and angry? He should have been angry, but for some reason he couldn't get angry, and he seemed to have a feeling of pride.

Silently, his face was solemn, he got up and came to the portrait on the wall and twisted the decorative box next to it, the portrait was folded upwards, only to see that there was a secret door on the wall, which slowly opened.

Mo Qu walked into the secret passage coldly, and the secret door closed after he entered. Inside is a long corridor, the lights are dim, you can't see the sides clearly, only the middle phantom is left, and if you look closely, there are some runes on the wall. He walked to the deepest part and whispered a spell, and in an instant there was a light, and his eyes suddenly became spacious.

After that, a long ladder appeared, and he went down. It's a dungeon.

The structure inside is no different from the outside, and the strange thing is that it is a dungeon but it is just as bright as the outside. The only difference is that the people here are all men, and they are all strong, like soldiers who have fought in battle, and the people inside are forging weapons and manipulating soldiers.

A burly man, with straight facial features, dark skin, and a pair of eyes like eagle eyes, seemed to be the man in charge of the people here, who saw the movement on the wall, and immediately came to the entrance of the long ladder, knelt down on one knee to prepare for it.

"Greetings to the Lord!" The man called out with a loud voice, and the people below heard it, stopped and walked in unison, and shouted with a loud voice.

"En," Moqu waved his hand to signal that they didn't have to be polite.

"Lord, the weapon has almost been cast, and the rest is all up to the Lord's arrangement." The man bowed to Mo Qu, still maintaining his previous posture.

"Well, well done. Get up, Yang Jiang" he helped him up and said in a low voice. He looked down at everything, and finally, it was all back to him.

"Lord, why did you suddenly come here today?" Yang Jiang got up, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, the Lord has always come on the fifth day of the first lunar month, why did he come over suddenly, could it be... Is there a change in plans in the near future?

"It's nothing, it's just that I can't control myself anymore. So I want to tell you, I may have to go to the Northern Cold Land in advance. He frowned, his face a little pale.

He and Yang Jiang are friends of life and death, if it weren't for his estimation that he would be a lonely ghost on the Yellow Spring now, he would not be where he is today, nor would he be the power he is today. He knew that even if everyone betrayed him, he wouldn't. So he entrusted him with the task of forging weapons, and in this world he is a brother and a relative.

"During the time I'm away, you'll be in charge of the affairs here," Mo Qu pondered deeply and said deeply.

"Lord, please allow your subordinates to accompany you." He was shocked, how could he let him go alone, if something went wrong, if it was as the prophecy said, it would be ruined.

"No need, you stay here, I'll take care of the affairs here." Mo Qu gave up, after all, I don't know when I will be able to come back when I go to Beihan, and someone here must preside over the overall situation.

"Yes, my subordinates obey!" Yang Jiang knelt down, not daring to disobey.

"Yang Jiang, you and I don't need to worry too much, I'm still used to you calling me Ah Qu, if it weren't for you. I'm afraid I've already fallen into the devil's path. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Ahh Do you know that in this world the strong can win, and if a person has a weakness, he will be a weakling? Yang Jiang is willing to become your subordinate, because he hopes that you can become a strong man. Someday you will get back everything that belongs to you. I will assist you, just as my Yang family has guarded your Mo family for generations, this is both mission and fate. Yang Jiang's eyes flashed with determination, he believed in him, and was even willing to sacrifice his life to protect him.

"Yang Jiang, if I become a demon one day, you can use it to kill me." He took out a short dagger from his sleeve pocket, which was intricately carved, and the rust attached to his face was dull and dull, but faintly blue light.

"This is? Ruler? Yang Jiang was shocked. He had only heard of the weapon ruler before, but before the opening of the seal, it was just dim like a rusty iron with strange patterns on the horse, and the blue light was faint. When it is stained with blood, the embroidery iron is corrupted, the blue light is abundant, and the pattern is lifelike. The power is so great that it can split the heavens and the earth, and it can also seal demons.

"Not bad. Put it away, and never fall into the hands of others. With that, he turned and left.

Yang Jiang froze where he was, clenched the dagger, lowered his head, and his body trembled a little. A tear was left from the corner of the eye, silently. Mo Qu, do you know that I was born for you, how could I kill you?

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After Mu Yanxi went back, she was in a daze for a long time, and the picture of Mo Qu and her kept coming to her mind. She had a headache but couldn't get rid of that damn image, and the more she thought about it, the more upset she was. She picked up the cup and poured it violently, choking so quickly that her throat hurt and her cheeks flushed.

Slowly, she thought, it is not easy to stay here for a long time. Her appearance was reflected in the mirror, picturesque and fairy-like.

A crane stopped on the windowsill, and she looked at the door to see that there was no one, and quickly locked the door. She came to the window, this is the flying crane of the Rakshasa Pavilion, could it be that something is wrong?

She took the letter and let it go. When she opened it, her face was solemn and pale. She walked to the candlestick and burned the letterhead, and in the fire she reflected the fire, and the desolation in her eyes was endless sorrow.

For her, she has long been ignorant of the meaning of her existence, she doesn't know what it is but is hurt by love, just because of his sentence: If you enter his door, you are his person, and she goes to the soup. No one had ever told her that everything in the world had a home, including herself. - Mu Yanxi