"He Shufan."

"You say." He Shufan sat upright, and Meng Qinghe's serious tone must have something important to say to him.

Meng Qinghe looked at the corner of the sky outside the window, and the faint mist shrouded the stars.

The wine party in the lobby downstairs is over, and the night is quiet and peaceful.

After a long time, Meng Qinghe spoke: "I have something to ask for." ”

"Qinghe said it directly."

"If I can't stop this disaster, the people of the world, thank you for your protection."

He Shufan chuckled, "I often think, are you really a demon?" ”

How can there be a demon who thinks about the safety of the people in the world?

"That's what my dad taught me when I was a kid." Meng Qinghe laughed at himself helplessly: "He always wanted me to cultivate immortals, but he turned me into a human." ”

"If only my crippled body could survive a little longer......"

"I'm sorry." Meng Qinghe retracted his gaze and looked at He Shufan opposite Xiaoji.

There was still a little fire on the corner of the street, but the window was very dark.

He Shufan's face was hidden in the darkness, Meng Qinghe leaned over to the small table and got closer, she went to grab He Shufan's wrist, "Your body is ...... now"

He Shufan avoided Meng Qinghe's hand, and said with a scoundrel smile: "Naturally, it's not as good as before, Qinghe, your manipulation and foot problem has to be changed, don't make me angry, but I have more than enough heart and not enough strength, isn't it a shame?" ”

Meng Qinghe's hand that was about to be withdrawn slapped He Shufan on the head, "Phew, obscene." ”

He Shufan shook his head and sighed: "Fang just said I'm sorry, and now scold me for being lewd, heh, woman!" ”

Meng Qinghe choked on his words, and snorted: "It's late at night, if you are okay, go back to your room to rest early." ”

"In the future, there will be time to rest, and I will accompany you more now, lest after I die, you will cry and break your bowels, and you will go with me."

"I told you you wouldn't die." Meng Qinghe's voice was very soft, but he was also stubborn.

"When the gods still fall, how can I not die?" He Shufan has already seen through the matter of life and death, "Qinghe, you are too obsessed, so you will live uncomfortably, even if you die, you can't let go of your hands and feet." ”

Meng Qinghe looked heartless, but in fact, he liked to hide everything in his heart.

He Shufan is not afraid of death, he is afraid that his death will make Meng Qinghe have a knot in his heart.

Meng Qinghe was silent, and the sound of drums came from afar, and the rough voice of the husband shouted: "The third watch is safe......

was about to rush He Shufan back to the room again, but he heard a muffled snort from Xiao Ji, and in a moment, He Shufan rolled off the low couch.

"He Shufan!" Meng Qinghe raised his hand casually, and the oil lamp on the round table not far away burst into flames.

The light that suddenly lit up dispelled the darkness, and He Shufan curled up in a ball with his knees in his hands, trembling all over.

Meng Qinghe squatted on the ground, broke He Shufan's shoulder, and saw that he was already sweating profusely and his face was pale.

Meng Qinghe's heart palpitated, and he hurriedly stretched out his finger and put his finger on He Shufan's wrist to probe his spiritual vein.

He Shufan already looked like this, but he still had to brush Meng Qinghe's fingers, obviously unwilling to let her know his physical condition.

But the more he was like this, the more worried Meng Qinghe became.

"I, I'm going to ...... Back to the room. He Shufan gritted his trembling teeth and squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth.

He put his palms on the ground, struggling several times.

Meng Qinghe was upset, so he simply hugged his head with both hands and put his forehead on it.

A hot and scorching spiritual current spread from the center of his eyebrows to his limbs, He Shufan was slightly stunned, his hand was weak, and he collapsed back to the ground.

I don't know how long it took, but it wasn't until He Shufan sighed that Meng Qinghe retreated a little and breathed his soul.

"Miss Meng is really interested, boating on the river and hugging people, returning to the room, and a handsome boy throwing himself into his arms, so glamorous, people are envious."

Meng Qinghe turned around suddenly, and on the low couch she had sat on just now, there was a cold figure sitting at this moment.

Ye Jibai was wearing a plain white wide-sleeved robe, like a clear breeze and a bright moon, which made the night behind him extremely dark.

But what he said was yin and yang, and even with a bit of forbearance and anger.

He called her "Miss Meng"!

Meng Qinghe held He Shufan's shoulder with one hand and the back of his head with the other, originally kneeling on one knee, but then because his eyebrows were against each other, he simply knelt down on both legs, and the two were even more intimate.

Meng Qinghe bit the corner of his lip, lowered his head and helped He Shufan up, and where Ye Jibai couldn't see, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"When did you come?" Meng Qinghe's voice was even colder, and she just threw herself on He Shufan, not noticing Ye Jibai's arrival.

When did he come?

Did he find anything......

Meng Qinghe snorted coldly, the tension that had arisen due to Ye Jibai's sudden appearance suddenly relaxed, he knew that he was a demon, even if he found something, what was strange?

He wants to open the skylight with himself now and say something, and Meng Qinghe is not afraid.

Ye Jibai was a little dazed by Meng Qinghe's cold tone.

After a short silence in the room, Ye Jibai's fingers clenched under his long sleeves, and his voice was cold, "I shouldn't have come, disturbing your interest." ”

"It's okay, Ye Gongzi likes to watch it, just keep watching."

He Shufan was about to be helped by Meng Qinghe to sit up, and at this moment she was pushed to the ground again.

Meng Qinghe leaned sideways on him, his slender five fingers on his chest.

When he saw it, he was about to untie the placket of his robe.

He Shufan had just endured a heart-rending pain, sweating profusely, although he was comforted by Meng Qing and Lingxi, he was also very weak at the moment.

Meng Qinghe was presumptuous in him, he was helpless and helpless.

"Qinghe ......" He Shufan's voice was hoarse, and when he heard it in the ears of others, he couldn't help but feel a little more ambiguous, "This kind of thing...... I'm not used to being watched. ”

Meng Qinghe's fingers paused, raised his eyebrows and glared at He Shufan.

He Shufan looked at her eyes, and he was also stunned, and finally turned into a sigh.

A gust of wind rose, and the oil lamp on the table trembled.

"Get up, he's gone." He Shufan raised his hand and wiped it on Meng Qinghe's face, deliberately teasing her: "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?" ”

Meng Qinghe's face was cold, and she turned over and lay on her back on the cold floor tiles, as if she had unloaded all her strength.

His eyes were sour and unspeakable, and Meng Qinghe simply closed his eyes.

"He Shufan, I'm so uncomfortable."

He Shufan sat up with his hands and looked at Meng Qinghe, "Isn't it painful?" ”

"Hmm."

"I'll rub it for you?"

"Get out."

Meng Qinghe instantly resurrected with full blood and kicked out diagonally.

He Shufan had expected that she would have this trick, so he jumped on the low couch first, and before he turned over the window and left, he couldn't help but sigh again, "Fool." ”

The oil lamp went out, and darkness came over the room.

And at this moment, in the dark corner of Qianze City, a murderous massacre is being staged.

The clouds hanging beyond the stars grew thicker, and the wind rose.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, it is the night of murder!