Last night, when Mo Chengying woke up, he was only wearing a middle coat, and the whole person was in large characters, and he was tied to the bed.

When he saw the unfamiliar room, he immediately understood what was happening.

It was not difficult for him to untie the bound hands and feet, he quickly got out of bed while there was no one in the room, who knew that after only two steps, he met Shen Tu Wujian who entered the door.

According to the previous practice, Shen Tu arrived at Baihualou overnight, always bathing and resting for the night, until the next evening, when the firecrackers of the spring banquet sounded, he would start his special activities.

But this time, the shopkeeper of Baihualou said that there was a new product temporarily, and it was selected according to the general's preference.

Shen Tu Wujian recognized at a glance that this was his beloved disciple Mo Chengying.

More than ten years ago, he had the idea of this apprentice, but Mo Chengying's little ghost was very vigilant, and the war was tight at that time, so he never had a chance.

dragged on like this, but I didn't expect him to grow rapidly, from the capital to the general, to the regent, and to return to Beijing after leaving the camp, whether it was identity or distance, he became a person he couldn't reach.

People, the more you can't get it, the more you want it.

Shentu went to Lizhou without illness and found many substitutes, but after all, none of them could compare to Mo Chengying.

God-given opportunity, how could he be willing to miss it?

In order to avoid long nights, he only bathed and returned.

came back and collided head-on, not only did the desire for more than ten years have come to a footing, but Shentu Wujian also saw the great cause of imperial power.

After getting this person, Daxia will change his surname to Shentu in the future.

At that time, the effect of the medicine on Mo Chengying's body was not dissipated, and the whole person was dizzy, seeing that Shen Tu Wujian hurriedly took two steps back, but because of his lightheadedness, he almost fell down in those two steps.

When Shen Tu saw this, he became more and more happy, took off his clothes, and his mouth was full of swear words that caused sores and pus in people's ears.

There were no weapons in the room.

Mo Chengying retreated helplessly, and he didn't even have the ability to protect himself, so he was a little embarrassed.

At that time, he thought about dying in his mind, but he was afraid of such a pathology as Shentu Wuji, so he didn't even let go of his own body.

Glimpsing the flower bottle in the corner, Mo Chengying found a machine to break it, scratching himself with a porcelain piece, forcing himself to stay awake.

"There is always a precedent for everything, and if you take the first step, you can get used to it."

"Trust me, if you experience it once, you'll love it."

Men are not as delicate as women, and they are resistant to beating.

Shen Tu Wujian has always had a good time, and as he spoke, he called the three generals next door over together.

Mo Chengying seized the opportunity, locked Shen Tu's throat from behind, and scratched his neck with a porcelain piece, but it's a pity-

At present, Mo Chengying's strength has not recovered, and the broken porcelain has failed to cut his blood vessels, allowing him to escape.

However, when the flower gate was removed, the five close guards guarding the door of the evergreen room saw it and immediately came in to savior, and the sound of the fight attracted five people next door to the other side, followed by three generals.

With one enemy fourteen, fourteen are masters.

It's impossible to win in normal times, but Mo Chengying has no way out, even if he dies, he has to die behind everyone.

At that time, he had only one thought in his head: kill.

Whoever comes close, kill them all.

A fierce battle that lasted for most of the night.

Stumps, broken porcelain, toppled tables and chairs, cracked walls.

Shen Yangui saw Mo Chengying's bare upper body, kneeling on one knee in a mess.

The blood on his body couldn't tell whether he was injured or infected by someone else, and he was red.

His hair was also scattered, and the whole person seemed to be enchanted, holding knives in both hands, stabbing Shen Tu Wuji's body one after another.

It was something she had never seen before.

"Jingming."

Shen Yangui was afraid of startling him, his voice was extremely soft and his steps were extremely slow.

Mo Chengying has already lost his red eyes, no consciousness, and only muscle memory remains.

When he heard the movement, he turned his face sideways, and his eyes were like the abyss of the dark night, hollow and dull.

"Find, die."

Mo Chengying spit out two words between his teeth, and he didn't see him stand up, but he had already raised his knife and slashed towards Shen Yangui.

Shen Yangui could draw his sword to resist and fight him a few times until he came to his senses.

But she didn't.

The weapon would stimulate him, Shen Yangui chose to throw away the Golden Dragon Instrument Knife in his hand, opened his hands to him, and shouted again:

"Jingming."

Her voice is like a large blooming cherry blossom in the spring moon, soaking up the sun.

Warm and soft.

The cold blade slashed down without hesitation, she didn't hide, didn't blink, didn't stop, and continued: "It's me." ”

The sharp blade had almost touched the fluff on her forehead, and a light finally appeared in Mo Chengying's eyes, he drew the knife, his body was driven by inertia, and he took a few steps back.

Shen Yangui ran up quickly and hugged him.

"Jingming!"

The long knife passed through the bed frame and nailed to the wall, the blade shaking violently.

There was a "bang", and the bed frame collapsed.

"Qingqing, it's good that you're okay!"

Mo Chengying hugged Shen Yangui, rubbing her cheeks against her, trying to feel her body temperature, "I killed him, I killed them all." ”

Shen Yangui kept responding, "Okay, kill it, he deserves to die, they all deserve to die." ”

Mo Chengying couldn't wait to explain: "I'm clean, Qingqing, he didn't touch me, I'm clean." ”

"I ......" I don't know what was choked in my throat, Shen Yangui tried to swallow it, "I know, I know." ”

Her hand loosened a little, "Let me see your injuries." ”

"Don't go." Mo Chengying hugged her tightly, her voice was like a mosquito, and she begged, "Don't dislike me." ”

Shen Yangui's tears fell to the ground.

He was clearly such a proud person.

Above the peak, it is unattainable.

But what happened to him when he was young was a shadow that he could not dispel all his life, and a gap that could not be crossed.

Shen Yangui didn't know how to comfort him, kissed him on the cheek, and said in his ear:

"No matter what happens, I won't dislike you."

"Nope." Mo Chengying shook his head, shaking his head desperately, "No, really no, really nothing happened, Qingqing, you believe me, you believe me." ”

"I believe you, I believe you, Jingming, calm down."

Shen Yangui could clearly feel that the wounds on his body were bleeding, and the more excited he was, the faster the blood flowed.

Mo Chengying muttered, "There really isn't. ”

"I know that no one can touch you but me."

Shen Yangui couldn't let go of him now, and she couldn't let go of him, she patted him on the back and kept comforting.

Mo Chengying's physical strength was exhausted, and he repeated: "No one can touch me except you." ”

The whole person couldn't hold it anymore, and collapsed with his eyes closed.

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