1475 The Male Slave of the Demon Girl (82)

Su Kui lowered her eyes, and the arrogant smile disappeared from her face. Hearing the terrible cry of pain, she seemed to remember that she was like this that night, in pain, struggling on the edge of death. Her heart was fluctuating violently, and she unconsciously clenched the clothes in front of Yue Fusang's chest, "Yue Fusang, am I very vicious?" ”

She leaned gently into his arms, "Maybe she's right, people like me are destined to go to hell." ”

Yue Fusang sighed softly, and he hugged her in his arms with satisfaction, resting his chin on the top of her head, and his snort was full of the delicate fragrance of mandala flowers on her body. He lowered his eyes and placed a kiss on the top of her hair, "If you go to hell, I will accompany you." ”

Those who have committed iniquity will go to hell.

In this case, he accompanies her wherever she goes. As long as there is a place for her, even if it is Abi Hell, a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, he is willing to go with him.

Su Kui leaned sleepily in his arms, with a clear taste, mixed with bloody gas, and burrowed into her nose.

She knew that his wound had cracked, but at this moment, she just wanted to be quiet and lean for a while.

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There is no need to say much about how Duan Ziyin ended up.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Di Guangxuan was excited, and took a group of subordinates who reformed and returned to the right, and went to the bottom of the mountain to buy a large number of New Year's goods. The name is good, today, let's also take the occasion and spend a Spring Festival.

On Chinese New Year's Eve.

The outside is brightly lit, and the trunks of the trees are covered with red lanterns, which is very joyful. I don't know, I thought it was a happy event. Su Kui said it unintentionally, but he heard Yue Fusang whisper in his ear: "Manshu, let's get married, right?" ”

Perhaps because of the festive atmosphere, the room was filled with warm air, and his voice was low and soft, like fine silk passing by his ears. Su Kui slowly looked sideways, and in the surprised gaze of Di Guangxuan and Jing Xi, he smiled suddenly, like a hundred flowers blooming, breathtaking.

"Okay." She said.

Di Guangxuan was only stunned for a moment, and then he was the first to stand up and clapp, "Okay! Today is the right time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new, happy and happy, good omen, good omen! ”

Jing Xi and Xun Ran sat together, and the two looked at each other, and the latter quietly patted her on the back.

Xun Ran knew the charm of women, and once he thought he liked women, but later he learned that it was just a temporary infatuation. She is so dazzling that she can easily charm anyone's heart as long as she wants to.

In time, Xun Ran thought, maybe he would really fall in love with her.

Fortunately, the woman let her go and let him meet a woman with a tough temperament who would not care about his past in this life.

There is no happy word, no red silk, no wedding clothes, and even all customs are simplified. Yes, it's just that the three or two are not friends who are better than relatives, and lovers who follow the world.

There is no high hall, so they bow down to each other before heaven and earth.

So, Licheng.

Behind them, countless lanterns flickering in the night with a warm light swayed gently in the wind, and fine snow rustled down. The three people standing beside her were full of blessings.

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On Chinese New Year's Eve, Di Guangxuan rarely had a childlike heart, bought a lot of firecracker fireworks, took mirrors and fireworks, and many disciples, found an open space, and went to play.

Su Kui knew that he wanted to leave her some space.

After all, she was running out of time.

Drunk red face, drunk red face -

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