Jiang Yu watched Yu Yuanyang's trembling back, and the smile on his face gradually deepened, this game was really getting more and more interesting.

And he had more interesting things to do, he took off the lock demon sac hanging from his waist, and cut his index finger, dripping blood into the lock demon sac, so that the qilin Gu could enjoy a delicious meal.

Then he released it again and told him that it was time to go back to its owner.

......

In the dark of the night, Mo An's hands were intertwined, his index finger tapped on the back of his hand, and he walked back and forth in the fragrant garden with some nervousness, and his eyes fell to the hidden door, as if he had made up his mind, and then he strode closer.

Today in Duxi, he witnessed Song Wangchen's corpse with his own eyes, and this time, his kindness was forced, I was afraid that it would backfire, making Ji Nuan heartbroken.

But paper can't contain fire after all, this cruel truth, he must tell Ji Nuan personally, even if she will turn against him because of this, but it is really helpless.

As soon as Mo An stepped into the door with his front foot, he felt a strong wind behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Song Wangchen, who was dressed in green clothes and had a frosty face, holding evil spirits in his hand, standing three feet away from him.

Behind him was an old man in white with crane hair and white eyebrows and long beard into braids, the old man smiled and touched his snow-white beard braids, and raised his head to drink the sake in the wine gourd, then shook the empty wine gourd, and squeezed his eyebrows at Mo An, as if begging for wine.

Mo An was really shocked beyond words at this time, is Song Wangchen a fraud?

The thin lips that opened wide because of the stunned could be stuffed directly into an egg, and he froze in place, so he heard Song Wangchen ask in a cold voice, "What about Ji Nuan?"

The stunned Mo An raised his hand to the room behind him, but his eyes stayed on Song Wangchen's body, and even when he was walking, he deliberately lowered his eyes to look at his feet, seeing that he was walking like the wind and down-to-earth, so he was sure that Song Wangchen in front of him was a living person.

When he confirmed everything, Song Wangchen had already passed by him and walked into the room where Ji Nuan was.

At this time, Ji Nuan was facing away from the screen, in a state of fake sleep, holding a long sword in his right hand and hiding in the brocade quilt, hearing that someone was approaching, his palm tightened, so he wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness, grasp Mo An's life, and force him to leave Mo Mansion.

Mo An secretly blackmailed himself twice, although she understood that he had good intentions, but she didn't want to be this caged bird, and she didn't need anyone to dictate her life.

Song Wangchen hurriedly walked to the screen, turned around and doused the soothing incense on the table with tea, then frowned lightly, and slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

Before he could speak, Ji Nuan turned over and held a sword around his neck.

When they looked at each other, the eyes of the two of them were filled with ice mist, and the parting of life and death for a day was as painful as if they had been separated for a hundred years.

The long sword in his hand slipped in vain, Ji Nuan threw himself into Song Wangchen's arms, his arms clasped his neck, smelling the unique sandalwood on his body, he felt that everything beautiful seemed to be illusory, and he was so excited that he burst into tears, but he smiled with a sunny face.

She called out to Forget Dust over and over again, asking him over and over again if it was a dream, and if so, why was it so real?

Song Wangchen hugged her soft and boneless waist tightly, and took the trouble to tell her that he was Song Wangchen, he was fine, and he was still alive.

Ji Nuan still didn't believe it, in order to confirm that all this was real, she bit her arm stupidly, and when the pain in her arm came, the tears in her eyes fell like raindrops again, soaking his clothes into a damp patch.

Song Wangchen took off her arm around his neck in distress, wiped away the tears on her pretty face, pulled up her sleeves again, stroked the neat row of tooth marks, and said "fool", his face was as cold as frost, but he smiled lightly at this moment.

And Ji Nuan didn't care about what he said, so he withdrew his arm, a pair of jade hands caressed his jaw, slid his upper cheek, and his fingertips touched his earlobe, eagerly sending his hot lips.

The sweet breath is intertwined with the bitterness in their hearts, and the two who remember the bitter and sweet memories continue to send their love into each other's mouths, so forgetful that they don't even know that there are two bystanders standing at the screen.

Mo An looked at him a little embarrassed, while Bai Muqi covered his eyes with his hands, but opened his fingers, observing the actions of the two from between his fingers, and sighed twice in his mouth, strongly expressing his dissatisfaction.

Seeing that the two who had forgotten the kiss had no reaction, they simply sat on the ground, wiping their non-existent tears, and played helplessly.

He said: "The two of you still don't let the old man live, the old man is a handful of years old, and he hasn't even held the girl's little hand, it's too much for you to treat an old man like this!"

Mo An was so shocked that he was stunned again, this old man was too... It's hard to put into words.

Ji Nuan opened his eyes, only then did he discover the existence of Mo An and Bai Muqi, and pushed Song Wangchen away in a panic, lowered his eyes, and fiddled with his dress with a pair of jade hands uneasily, the flush on his cheeks bloomed like peach blossoms, and he was so shy that he couldn't speak.

Song Wangchen was relatively calm, his big hand caressed her jade hand, clasped it with ten fingers, the corners of his lips rose, and he once again took Ji Nuan into his arms.

Seeing this, Bai Muqi pointed at Song Wangchen with one hand, wiped his tears with the other, and muttered in his mouth, "It's too much of a bully, you are too a bully...... his legs kicked back and forth, 'crying' that is sad, like a pig being killed.

Mo An was extremely embarrassed and pulled Bai Muqi's arm to wipe his tears, and seeing that he loved wine, he comforted him with kind words: "Senior, Mo has a few jars of good adult plum blossom brew there, why don't we go together to get drunk and rest?"

"No, although the wine is good, it is far less pleasing to the eye than the beauty, you have a beauty there, the old man is not very demanding, just like a little warm sun!"

Xiao Nuanyang's eyes came directly, Mo An was puzzled, Ji Nuan was embarrassed, and Song Wangchen was even more cold.

The fierce eyes stared at Bai Muqi is old face for a while, and he didn't bother to pretend to cry anymore, got up, patted his clothes, called Ji Yatou with a smile, and beckoned her to come over.

Such a naked provocation provoked Song Wangchen to be jealous, and he was at the same level as the evil spirit, and his eyes changed from the original ruthlessness to cold and piercing.

Bai Muqi raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face deepened more and more, and when he saw that Ji Nuan was not moving, he took the initiative to step forward and provoked again: "Ji girl, come on, give me your little hand, and the old man will show you." ”

Before he got close, he was pressed against his chest by Song Wangchen.

"Boy, it's good, the old man just saved you, and you turned your face and didn't recognize people, ruthless, unjust, heartless. ”

Bai Muqi is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he just likes to look at Song Wangchen's ice face, and his expression is so angry that his muscles are violent.

Ji Nuan pulled down Song Wangchen's raised arm, handed his hand to Bai Muqi, and said with a smile: "Senior Bai, there is labor!"

Bai Muqi's eyes showed a look of relief, this girl was still reasonable, she could see his intentions at a glance, she was not arrogant or impatient, she was still as bright and lovely as when she first met.

It's a pity that such a delicate and delicate powder-faced hibiscus fell in love with a thousand-year-old cold face like Song Wangchen, it's not worth it, it's not worth it!

Secretly sighed in his heart, and wiped his palms and fists and prepared to call for Ji Nuan, but Song Wangchen took the lead, held her soft water in his hand, and stared at him with an extremely unkind expression.

Bai Muqi was so angry that he couldn't wait to raise his hand to slap him, but this kind of behavior that was indecent and self-inflicted, it was okay to think about it in his heart, do it, forget it!

"Why don't you take her hand, and the old man will call for you, and see if you can find out the reason for her demonization?" he asked, asking seriously.

Ji Nuan sneered, then withdrew his hand from Song Wangchen's palm and handed it over again.

Song Wangchen stared at her white and tender jade hands, his face was slightly condensed, and he pulled down her wide sleeves to cover her hands, which evoked a light smile and signaled that Bai Muqi could continue.

"Count you ruthless!" Although Bai Muqi scolded angrily, he still took the pulse of Ji Nuan in a regular manner.

Even on the side of the screen, Mo An, who had pinched a cold sweat for Bai Muqi, turned sideways slightly at this moment, covering his mouth and snickering.

This world-famous ruthless and unrighteous Song Jue is actually a lover of personality, not only laughing, but also jealous.

Remembering that he had hugged Ji Nuan twice, he couldn't help but have another chill, if Song Wangchen knew about it, this pair of claws holding a sword to slay demons and demons, I don't know if it can be saved?

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but shudder, and with a slight gesture at Song Wangchen, he slipped away directly.

At this time, Bai Muqi's smiling face suddenly became extremely dignified, frowning for a while, sighing for a while, and the braid of his beard at the jaw couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Song Wangchen was already so nervous that he couldn't do it, so he asked, "How?"

Ji Nuan knew in his heart that she hadn't had time to talk to Song Wangchen about the demon blood in detail, so he didn't know that Meng Yan forcibly poured demon blood on her, so when he was in the Qinzhou Mansion, he would take care of the overall situation, so as to spare Meng Yan.

But she knew in her heart that if she couldn't find the person who played the flute behind her, she was likely to become a fox demon again, and Song Wangchen would be affected again.

After Bai Muqi withdrew his hand, he didn't forget to taunt Song Wangchen, "Hmph, now I know that I'm nervous, where did the fierce and vicious bastard go just now?"

Song Wangchen said again: "Say it quickly!"

"Hey, I said you bastard, don't you know how to beg someone to talk well, if you do this again, I'll leave!" Bai Muqi made a gesture to leave.

Who knew that Song Wangchen held back for a long time, and still didn't say a word of begging, but the anger on his face, which he tried to suppress, and the slightly trembling hands, proved that he wanted to pinch the old man flat and round him, and then kick it out.

"Senior Bai, is it impossible to remove the demon blood in my body?" Ji Nuan smiled on his face, but the sadness in his eyes and the slightly choked tone made people feel pity.

Only then did Bai Muqi regain his seriousness and walked in front of Ji Nuan again.