It was just night, and there was a sultry fragrance on the palace road outside the Qianhuan Palace.

Ten light gauze decorated chariots, carried by four young palace maids, slowly walked towards the Qianhuan Palace.

The heat of the day has not completely dissipated, and Bian has not yet entered the cool summer night.

So there are two other palace maids holding a fan next to each step, fanning the woman who is sitting or lying in the chariot.

Through the light yarn of various colors, the fair skin can be faintly seen, and due to the residual heat of this early summer, it is slightly fragrant and sweaty.

That's where the strange fragrance comes from.

In the step, it was the ten Yanqi snake girls sent by Duo Ermu.

Sima Ling was soaking himself in the clear pond in front of the Qianhuan Palace, with a craggy stone on his head.

The stone was full of holes, irregular, and full of spiky horns.

Sima Ling leaned against the stone, the sharp horns almost piercing his skin.

But he didn't feel pain, and stared at the first moon that had just hung up in the sky.

"It's always lacking," he muttered, "just a few more days." It's time to put an end to this absurdity. ”

The fifteenth day of this month should be the fullest time of the month.

Before the slaughter began, he wished he could remember to raise his head and be a living person, and then one last time to be sad.

After staring for a long time, he closed his eyes and retracted his eyes, which were almost soft.

The shape of the crescent moon still exists.

When the image was gone, he opened his eyes again.

The eyes of a beast are like two people.

"Your Highness," a palace maid approached, "the people are here, and the musicians have all entered the palace." ”

The sound of rushing water sounded, Sima Ling stood up from the pool, and the palace maid hurriedly lowered her head.

"What about Imperial Physician He?" asked Sima Ling as he put on his wide robe, and the blue wolf tattoo on his back was immediately hidden under his clothes.

"Back to Your Highness, it's all right. The things are in the temple. The maid replied.

"Good. ”

The sound of the bell music sounded, and the beauties got off the sedan chair one after another, and the barefoot fish entered.

With the entry of the last woman, the door of the Qianhuan Hall was also closed.

The bright lights are enough to whitewash what is about to happen under this ambiguous aroma.

The holy woman sat on a brocade large enough to lie down on a dozen people, so that the heavens should not be right, and the earth should not be spiritual.

The ten women who had just entered had a strong demonic aura on their bodies.

The saint knew that none of them would be willing to save her, so she didn't bother to cry out.

Once Sima Ling succeeded, it would be useless for Sixuanjiao to ask her as a holy woman.

All she was thinking about at this moment was waiting for an opportunity to die.

After a while, Sima Ling entered the hall.

It was still a dark coat with a loosely tied strap.

The loose hair was wet, and on the left you could see a strand of daggers that had been shaved off during the day.

When the ten snake demon girls saw him come in, some surrounded him, and some took the initiative to come to the bedside, wanting to dress the saint who couldn't move.

"Slow," Sima Ling raised his hand, "I'll come." ”

Several snake girls beside the bed saw the gesture and wriggled to their feet.

"You ask me, what do you want the Fifth Shidan to do?" Sima Ling pinched the holy woman's chin, "I'll tell you now, how?"

As he spoke, he slowly unfastened his belt.

The saint was about to speak, when suddenly something was stuffed into her mouth.

She wanted to spit it out, but Sima Ling pressed the thing into her mouth with all his might.

It's a piece of preserves.

"It's not poisonous," Sima Ling looked into her eyes and said, "I just want to remind you that tonight, after the words are thought out, I will talk about it, and I will do it after the things are thought out." ”

The saint just looked at him with hatred and did not move.

"Don't eat it? ”

As he spoke, he took her into his arms with one hand. When you get closer, you have to open your mouth.

The saint quickly swallowed the preserves.

"Good," Sima Ling said with a smile, "I'll learn a little later." ”

At this time, the palace maid brought the wine. There is also a box with a lid on the side of the flask.

"This is ......," Sima asked with a wicked smile.

"Back to His Royal Highness, it's the fifth generation. The palace maid said.

As he spoke, he poured the powder from the bowl into the wine. When the powder is added to the wine, it turns into a transparent color.

Sima Ling picked up the wine glass, contemplated for a moment, and then drank the wine and medicine together.

The palace maid left the box containing the powder of the fifth world and the wine jug on the table, and withdrew.

Sima Ling turned his head and said to the holy woman: "You have no experience, learn slowly, this is not your fault." However, watching it ten times is enough for you to learn, right?"

The palace maid who served stepped forward, blindfolded all the snake girls with Hongling, and motioned for them all to turn their backs.

Naturally, how Sima Ling did it, and how those snake girls greeted her, the saint closed her eyes and refused to look at it the whole time.

But one thing she knew for sure was that he was definitely not human.

It wasn't until the warbler died down that he finally walked towards her.

"It's a pity," Sima Ling lifted the thin quilt and caged the two of them in it, "Holy Maiden, do you know what wonderful things you missed just now?"

At this time, the red lings with the snake girls covering their eyes had been resolved, and they came to the edge of the collapse, standing or sitting, and looked at the saint with silky eyes.

"I don't understand the amorous feelings," Sima Ling frowned, "they haven't taken off their demonic nature, and they think you're just like them." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand and motioned for the snake girls, who had not yet put on their clothes, to move away.

Those who sat got up, and those who stood retreated, but they all looked at them curiously.

Sima Ling stretched out his hand from the thin quilt and put down the thin red tent around the long collapse, the light veil flew, and the snake girl outside the tent was lined with candle shadows, and was covered with a layer of crimson.

"Is that better?" he asked.

The saint felt that he was not expecting an answer.

His hair was still loose, his face was full of drunkenness to protect himself in his arms, his arms propped up, and he trembled hard from his back.

Beads of sweat flowed from his forehead, but his body did not lie down for half a point, as if he was waiting for her to agree something.

Her heart flashed.

"Listen to me," Sima Ling said in a trembling voice, "they are demons. ”

"You're a demon too. She finally spoke.

"Half-demon. ”

"What's the difference?"

"I won't hurt you," he said, "but I have to show them." ”

"See what?"

"See me and you ......"

"I'd rather die. ”

"Are you stupid? I'm not going to let you die. ”

In the thin quilt, he untied the wide robe he had been draping and gently covered her.

From the outside, it seemed that he was pestered by Zhongzheng, and when he saw this scene, the snake girls were smiling coquettishly outside the tent.

"In this way, it is not a skin-to-skin relationship. He said.

She was still afraid, afraid of the strange feeling, with no control over herself, and she didn't know what he wanted.

"Sima Ling, what are you going to do?"

"Do what?" he shook his head with a smirk, "not doing what I wanted. ”

"You...... Why?" she asked cautiously.

"Don't ask," he gasped, barely silent, "I'm afraid I'll regret it." ”

"Good...... I don't ask, you ...... Don't go back!"

"Be gentle, they don't understand us, but what you say is not like the tone you should have at this time. ”

The strength of the hands under him suddenly increased a little, and they trembled uncontrollably.

Although she couldn't move or take her pulse, she could see that it seemed to be his kind of poison attacking.

"It's out of the way," he saw the worry in her eyes, "I can't hold it anymore, lend me for a while." ”

As soon as her hand loosened, she felt the weight through the layer of clothing.

She panicked.

"Don't worry, it's not a weapon," he comforted her, seeing her panic, "what are you thinking? ”

Her face flushed.

He looked very bad, trying to control it, and his lips began to turn white, exactly the same as the morning when he came to Bian Du.

"Do you want to know the name I gave you?" he asked.

She never told him her name.

"I didn't lie to you when I said I gave you a name. Do you want to know now?"

Although it feels strange to talk about it at this time, it is always good to distract him.

"Yes...... What's the name?" asked the saint.

"Close. ”

The pass of the dove.