Pushing open the door, a cold air came to her face, she sighed her hand, tightened her collar, she really didn't want to move, with a little tiredness Xing'er carried Shang Wen's blood into the room as usual, and poured it into the wooden barrel, because it was soaked every night, the original dark brown texture of the wooden barrel gradually became dark red, and the blood stained between the fine silky lines.

"Childe, it's okay." She said lazily, just wanting to get into the quilt and get a good night's sleep.

The man sat in the chair in front of the lattice with his back to her, and now he was so weak that he could not stand on his feet, and sat quietly on the back of the chair all day except for lying down. He'd been sitting there for hours, not knowing what he'd been thinking, maybe nothing, he probably couldn't think anymore.

"Childe - the blood soup is ready, please take a bath." She pulled a long voice, revealing full impatience.

What a beautiful person. If this face was given to her, wouldn't she have to be a maid here, she would have climbed the high branches a long time ago. She is half stunning and half jealous of Mo Qingye's appearance, even if he is a man, it makes people jealous.

The figure on the chair by the window is still motionless, thin as paper, since he came back, he is not only silent, the whole person is gray and depressed, but also at an alarming speed of emaciation, Xing'er is always worried that maybe one day she pushes the door open, he will die, how to explain to the master, for this she often softly persuaded him to eat something, but he ignored it, never said a word.

The winter in the ghost world is long and cold, with temperatures in the minus 30 degrees, and the coldest time can reach 40 degrees, dripping water and freezing. But he didn't seem to sense the cold, and he was still wearing thin clothes. It's really frost-resistant, Xing'er thought so at first, but then she heard him cough many times in the middle of the night, she didn't think so, what kind of strength did she hold on, she was already dying, and she couldn't get along with herself.

The cold wind like a knife blew the snowflakes on the eaves of the branches, and slowly flew away, passing over the deep blue eyes one by one, reflecting the silver shadows in the bottomless blue transparency.

Mo Qingye is really ignorant and unconscious?

Is he really just a shell?

A cold moon hung high in the night sky, and the moonlight poured down like a light veil, dyeing his shoulders, hair, and the soft green silk that was originally as black as a spring also became dry and lost its luster, yes, is it about to leave.

Mo Qingye smiled bitterly, did you really lose to fate this time.

He is unwilling, how can he be willing!

He used to be so proud and cold, but now he is in such a field, even if he dies, he can't look away!

But that day, halfway up the mountain, when he saw the little girl doll beside Du Yuanyuan, it seemed that the last string of his soul had been broken.

He feared for his life, and for the sake of his safety, he endured endless torture and humiliation day and night. However, people are living very freely, and they even have children, which is really fast, hehe. Every time Qingye thinks of this, he laughs at himself fiercely. If it weren't for him, he would have killed himself by biting his tongue. It's really boring, life is as pale as a blank sheet of paper, and there is no interest.

But why is he still alive today? He has his ideas. The unique thinking of the ink green night style.

He's going to forget about him completely. Life after life.

It is better to endure humiliation than to forget the torture.

And now being robbed of your soul is the best way.

His soul will live forever and dissipate in this world forever.

So, he was so puzzling and suddenly submissive and quiet.

No more struggles, just sitting by the window lattice looking out at the dark world outside, dying.

After dying, you can escape from the ghost world forever, not only this, but there is no other ink and green night in the three worlds.

That's fine, just let it all go up in smoke.

The red and glamorous blood soup was not only to make him more charming and demonic, but also to absorb his essence silently. My mind is getting weaker and weaker, and I often forget what I'm going to do in the next second. And now, he didn't even know what he wanted to do, and his mind was as empty as an endless snowy night.

Trek thousands of miles to say goodbye to you, on the first and last snowy nights.

This may be the reason why he sat by the window for a long time and looked out.

Haven't said goodbye yet.

Yes, I haven't said goodbye yet, I haven't said goodbye yet.

At that time, someone suddenly patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said softly and coldly, "Childe, the water will be cold for a while." ”

He blinked slightly, got up silently, but his body shook the moment he stood up, Xing'er helped his arm, if it was before, this person would have scolded her in disgust to get out, but now, as if he lost consciousness, let it go.

At this time, Mo Qingye is like a silhouette, a wisp of breeze, thin and pale, and extremely charming. His beauty transcends the limits of all races in the Three Realms. But it was so deep and cold and sad.

The scarlet blood soup swayed in the candlelight, like a pool of blood in hell, slowly engulfing all life.

The red waves were still sprinkled with petals, which dispelled the smell of blood and made it smell fragrant.

Even though Xing'er wanted to see what kind of beautiful body was wrapped under that thin clothes, she didn't dare to snoop after all. If the master knew, he would have to dismantle her into eight pieces, you must know that this body will be painted in the future, how can she be a maid who can see it casually.

With a hint of unwillingness, she finally closed the door at the moment when the man took off his clothes. What a good figure, Apricot has been watching him every day for so long, and every time the tulle cloud slips off his shoulder, her heart pounds, and her cheeks are hot. In fact, she doesn't like him, not even a little bit of good feeling, but she is still seduced by that kind of seductive charm, how good it would be if such a figure and face were given to her, God is really unfair, why does a man look so red-faced and troublesome, in the end it is not a dead end.

Sometimes she comforts herself and thinks it's because he's a goblin.

But she's not human......

Forget it, Xing'er sighed, looked at the bright moon above her head, and left with light steps.

These days, the master has disappeared again, and it is his usual style to be haunted, to tell the truth, she does not dare to agree with the master's character, which can be called a deep hatred, what woman will fall in love with the half-male and half-female sissy, but in order to survive, there is no way to do it, and she has to pretend to be stupid and obsessed with him. I hope that after this fact, the master can change a little, like a man. The little maid was thinking about it in the lonely night, and finally fell asleep.