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Of course, he also didn't expect that one day after many days, when he was so concerned that he couldn't turn the whole continent over to look for her, she appeared in front of him without warning.

Thinking about it, she should be no less surprised than his, so she kept shaking her head, wanting to see if she was real or a shadow she had imagined.

He looked at her childish and nervous appearance, and suddenly felt a little funny, she finally got her wish and ran away from his side, but the result was ...... But that's just the point.

In his gaze, she sat across from him in fear, and she suddenly dispelled the idea of questioning her, because he knew very well that since she was still afraid of herself, it meant that she had not forgotten herself.

I haven't seen her for a while, she is still the same, her nerves are breathtaking, and the appearance of playing treasure makes people hate itchy.

He could see that the two women who could talk in the room at the same time were inexplicably hostile to her, and although he didn't understand the reason for this, he didn't want to stop it, because he wanted to watch her suffer some hardships in order to make up for his concern for her for so long.

But when he really heard that she was locked up in the firewood room, he finally couldn't bear it, and this kind of unbearable finally made him sneak into the theater garden in the middle of the night.

In the leaky firewood room, he stood quietly, looking at her cold and uncomfortable appearance for a long time, he sighed, stepped forward and hugged her tightly in his arms.

From dark to hazy, he held her in his arms in the dilapidated firewood room and sat all night, and when he got up to leave, she took his hand and whispered his name.

Although he knew that she was not awake at that time, or maybe she didn't even know what she said, those two words still dispelled the haze in his heart for many days, so that not an hour after he left, he walked into the opera garden openly, and found her in the name of a little snow bridge sign.

And it was precisely because of this that he learned that the reason why the two women hated her was because of a man.

At that time, he couldn't talk about how angry he was, or he should have gotten used to it, used to being around her, there would always be all kinds of little flies, but he wasn't worried, because she was so dull to her feelings, she wouldn't be aware of the invisible feelings at all.

It's just that he didn't expect that when he saw him again, she was still surprised, and this surprise was mixed with a deep incomprehension, as if she felt that he would not look for her again.

And what he didn't tell her was that from the moment he identified her, he never thought of letting go of her hand, the sky was falling, the sea was dry, and even if he died, he would pull her into the gate of the Hades Palace.

Of course, he didn't bother to say this kind of thing, let alone tell her, because he also had his arrogance and self-esteem, since she decided to leave in the first place, then now he had to take the initiative to ask him and find him.

Therefore, when he heard that she was arrested in a cell, he offered her delicious food and drink, but restricted her freedom.

If it were someone else, she might be very comfortable enjoying the food in the cell, but she wouldn't, because the most unbearable thing for her was to be restricted from her freedom, and besides, the time for her Gu poison attack was coming, and she wouldn't know how bad that taste was.

He expected that she would beg for mercy.

He waited quietly from dawn to dark, but she never opened her mouth to ask him for help, not even mentioning his name.

Counting the time of her Gu poison attack, he finally had to admit that she had won, and her stubbornness had finally overcome his intolerance.

At this time, he was sitting in the carriage, watching the snowflakes fall down the dark sky one after another, and seemed to be thinking about something casually, but in fact, only he knew that he was already entangled at the moment and couldn't think.

He could have tied her up and tied her to his side, taking her away from the hustle and bustle that shouldn't have been in front of her in the first place, and throwing her back into the so-called golden wire birdcage again.

Anyone who hinders him from being with her, he directly removes them together, people block people, Buddha blocks **, even if she doesn't like it and doesn't want it, he has to impose pressure on her own feelings, whether she loves him or not, as long as he knows that he loves her.

The bottomless eyes, in the killing that slowly burned in his chest, gradually turned scarlet, and the extreme possessiveness gradually distorted into a demonic barrier, so that a layer of biting cold air surrounded his body.

Xiahou Chun, who was sitting opposite Liu Mo, couldn't help but shiver, and looked around the carriage in surprise, obviously the stove was still burning quietly, but why was the carriage at this moment even colder than the ice and snow outside?

The furnace burning with silver charcoal seemed to be unable to withstand the double pressure of internal heat and external cold, and the sound of "pop!" sounded, Xiahou Chun looked at the layer of frost condensed outside the furnace in horror, and the charcoal fire that was gradually extinguished, and his eyes widened in horror.

What's going on?

Hearing the intensifying "crackling" sound, seeing that the flames in the stove were getting smaller and smaller, just as the frost condensed on the wall of the stove was about to wind into the stove, the "crackling" sound that filled the entire carriage suddenly stopped dumbly.

Xiahou Chun wiped the sweat on his forehead, and looked at the frost on the wall of the furnace that instantly disintegrated, and the monk of Zhanger was puzzled.

The stove in the carriage was still burning silently, as if everything had just been an illusion.

Liu Mo, who was facing the car window from beginning to end, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the scarlet under his eyes had gradually faded, and a pair of fists clenched under his sleeves gradually stretched out.

The killing that he tried his best to restrain was hitting his internal organs as if he was unwilling, but he still did not hesitate to strangle the killing in his body little by little.

It's not that he's afraid, it's not that he doesn't dare, it's that he doesn't want to.

He used to be wrong, blinded by hatred, so that he didn't recognize her at the first time, so that by the time he finally realized his mistake, she had pushed herself away thousands of miles away, staring at him all the time with a pair of defensive eyes, for fear that his every move was related to hurting her.

It seems that he really hurt her too deeply, so no matter how he explained and made up for it later, she always showed an expression of disbelief, and took all the sincerity of his feelings as his nonsense.

But fortunately, she was only on guard against him, but she never hated him......

Therefore, he must not make any more paranoid acts, and must not let her finally turn her defense of herself into a deep hatred.

The carriage suddenly jolted, the teacup on the low table was thrown to the ground, and Xiahou Chun was about to get up to help Liu Mo, but the carriage stopped suddenly.

This, this, this......

Xiahou Chun was so angry that he couldn't stop yelling: "What's wrong?"

"Master, it seems to have hit someone. The coachman hurriedly agreed, and ran out of the carriage in a panic.

Xiahou Chun heard that he had bumped into someone, but he didn't think much about it, and he was stranded on the street so late, what else could it be called Huazi?

In the blink of an eye, he looked towards Liu Mo, and he hurriedly asked, "Did you hit it?"

Liu Mo was still looking out of the car window, with a faint expression: "It's okay." ”

Xiahou Chun can be regarded as completely relieved, as long as the big Buddha sitting in the carriage is safe, it is better than anything else.

Liu Mo slowly stretched out his hand out of the car window, letting the snowflakes fall on his palm, which turned into crystal clear droplets in an instant, and his handsome cheeks showed a helpless smile.

Suddenly, I felt that she was very similar to this snowflake, let her dance, she would not be his after all, but if she held it in her hand, she would melt quickly.

Result......

What can he do to get her to come back to him? Did he say that he couldn't wait to embrace her?

"Liu Mo ......"

He was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard someone call out his name, and he was stunned, but then he was helpless, maybe he really missed her too much.

Sighing helplessly, he slowly withdrew his arm, leaned back slightly, found a comfortable place, and was about to close his eyes to rest, when suddenly a cool breeze blew, rolling a woman's hoarse and sad voice, which once again entered his ears.

"Liu Mo, help me...... Help me...... Please......"

The voice was already hoarse, harsh and unpleasant, but it was such a sound like a broken gong that made Liu Mo suddenly get up and walk out of the carriage without any hesitation.

Xiahou Chun was taken aback, and hurriedly got out of the carriage, he wanted to ask what was going on, but as soon as he stood firmly on the ground, he saw that Liu Mo had already walked away looking for the heart-rending cry.

She just sat down on the snow, crying and hoarse, clutching her legs, her shoulders trembling and unable to help herself, she was like a child abandoned by the world, lonely and helpless.

He finally waited for her help, her plea, but he unexpectedly did not have any joy and achievement to achieve the goal, looking at her desperate appearance, he only had distress left him.

He slowly stood in front of her, and in her eyes washed by tears over and over again, he slowly bent down and stretched out his hands, without questioning or doubting.

She still didn't seem to believe that she was standing in front of her for real, and she tentatively stretched out her trembling fingers, little by little closer to his, as if she was running away and repenting at any moment, cautious and cautious.

But he couldn't wait, he couldn't bear it, and suddenly he stretched out some of his arms again, grabbed her cold and piercing hand directly, pulled her up from the ground, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

It seemed that she smelled his breath, and she finally calmed down after crying, but she was still trembling, like a frightened little beast.

He had been smoothed out by her cry and all his anger and tyranny, and finally sighed, while gently rubbing her thin back, he buried his cheeks in her neck socket and whispered: "Don't be afraid, you still have me." ”

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