At most, she made a little petty: "A little." Qing Huan made a grimace at Mo Sang, and then sat down on the ground playfully, and snorted: "My feet hurt, I can't walk." ”

Mo Sang looked at her informality helplessly, and after the time spent getting along on Zhongnan Mountain, he was well versed in Qinghuan's temperament, and asked rhetorically: "Do you want to rest here?" ”

Qing Huan looked left and right, the muddy land with potholes and lush water and grass was indeed not a good choice, blinked his eyes, and hummed coquettishly: "Let's go, who is afraid of whom." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Qing Huan shaking his hands and striding forward, but fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Mo Sang saw it in his eyes, thinking of the turbulent Danfu Lingtian in Qing Huan's body, he raised his sleeves and made a decision.

"This..."Qing Huan looked at Mo Sang, who was half-squatting in front of her, and said uneasily: "It's not good." ”

"Quick. "Concise and to the point, there is no doubt about it.

Qing Huan looked around in a panic, there was no one left and right, and he was not afraid of being looked at.

The arm was hesitantly placed between Mo Sang's neck, and the next moment he felt his body vacate, tightened his arm, Mo Sang moved between his eyebrows, and said: "Strangling my neck so hard, isn't it to murder my husband." ”

As soon as Qing Huan heard the first half of the sentence, she quickly let go of her hand, and as soon as the second half of the sentence came out, she was even more shocked that she almost fell off Mo Sang's back.

He stammered, "What... What?"

"What is what. ”

"The last sentence you just said, saying... You say..."Qing Huan didn't know for a while if he heard it wrong, or if Mo Sang said it wrong.

"What did I say?" Mo Sang asked knowingly, with a smile in his eyes.

Qing Huan slid off his back in a hurry: "You said it, you said it." ”

It's like a surprise from the sky, oh no, it should be a sudden fright.

Looking at Qing Huan, who was about to burst into tears, Mo Sang smiled softly, and reached out to hold her in his arms: "Murder your husband?" Yes, I said it. ”

Qing Huan raised his head suddenly, and he couldn't react a little: "You... How could you. ”

Mo Sang snapped his fingers and flicked her head lightly: "What you said last night, really forgot?" There was a hint of cunning in his smile.

"Yesterday... Last night?" Qing Huan desperately recalled, but could only remember a few pictures, "said... Said something. ”

Mo Sang let go of his embrace, turned around and continued to walk forward, saying as he walked: "Admiration and love, full of love, I am willing to be a winged bird in heaven, and I am willing to be a branch in the earth, holding hands with the four seas, six worlds and eight wilderness." ”

Qing Huan didn't pay attention to it, hugged his feet and shouted silently, one of them was because of this, and nine points were because he wanted to cover up his embarrassment.

Mo Sang pulled up Qing Huan, looked directly into her eyes and said, "Qing Huan, I thought... I will be a single-minded walker, cultivating bamboos in the breeze, not loving mountains and rivers, until your appearance suddenly breaks all this. ”

Qing Huan felt that he was about to lose his breath, so he held his breath, and the whole person was stunned.

Seeing this, Mo Sang walked over and patted her on the back: "Stupid, can't breathe?"

"You... Do you mean it really?" Qing Huan's voice trembled.

Mo Sang kept looking at her like this, and didn't speak for a long time.

Qing Huan regained a trace of stability through Mo Sang's waveless eyes.

She didn't ask any more questions, because Mo Sang's face was full of sincerity.

Qing Huan shook his body, feeling a little untenable, happy, a little too fast.

The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise.

Mo Sang looked at Qing Huan's smile, gently stroked her sideburns, and then hugged her like a treasure, and said in her ear: "Huan'er... Later," he suddenly paused at this point.

"En?" Qing Huan wondered, "Why don't you say it, don't you regret it?" "She's got a lot of gains.

Mo Sang shook his head, his eyes were slightly dull, but because of the difference in height, the top of Qing Huan's head was only up to Mo Sang's chin, so he couldn't see the change in his eyes.

"Nothing. Mo Sang took Qinghuan's hand and interlocked his fingers.

He said in his heart: no matter what the road ahead holds, he will not back down and wait for everything to settle......

"Say yes. "Qing Huan doesn't like to talk the most, half of it and half of it.

Mo Sang rubbed the bangs on her forehead with her free hand, and said loudly, "You are mine." "It was fate.

Qing Huan's cheeks were flushed, knowing the other party's attitude, he was a little more confident: "You are also mine." ”

Then, standing on tiptoe, he quickly kissed Mosang on the cheek, and ran away shyly.

Mo Sang smiled, strode forward, grabbed a certain rampage kitten, looked at each other affectionately, step by step, little by little.

Qing Huan felt that he had been immobilized by the spell, why couldn't he move at all, seeing Mo Sang's facial features becoming clearer and clearer, his mouth was dry for a while.

The tip of his straight nose collided, Mo Sang slowly turned his head, and when his lips were about to meet, he suddenly withdrew, his eyes changed suddenly, and he looked at the clouds in the sky sharply.

Qing Huan didn't know why, so he looked over, but he didn't see anything.

After a while, I don't know why Qinghuan's face was a little distorted, and he said pitifully: "Mosang, hand!"

When Mo Sang heard this, he came back to his senses, it turned out that the hand he was holding was too hard, and he hurriedly let go: "Does it hurt?"

Qing Huan shook his head and stretched out his hand in front of him.

Mo Sang took it and stroked it with his fingertips.

"I can't be dreaming, right?" Qing Huan muttered to himself, his right hand just came to his face, he wanted to pinch it, he let go again, leaned over, raised his hand and pinched Mo Sang's face, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Mo Sang suddenly thought of whether someone always liked to pinch his face when he was in the Six Dreams of Floating Lives, and it seemed that it would be difficult to escape the claws of the devil in the future.

But he didn't sit still, and he pinched back as well.

Qing Huan screamed: "It hurts!"

"Now it's clear whether it's a dream or a reality. Mo Sang snickered.

Qing Huan covered his face: "I'm just some..."

"Huan'er..."

"Huan'er?" Qing Huan noticed this title.

Mo Sang nodded affirmatively: "You don't like me calling you like that?"

"Not really, it's just weird. Qing Huan didn't make it clear that something was wrong there, in fact, she had heard it in her dream, and someone had called her like this, I don't know who it was, but what was certain was that it wasn't Mo Sang.

Mo Sang suddenly thought of something, and a sour feeling suddenly floated in the air: "Speaking of this, just remind me, from today onwards, you are not allowed to call Lan Wenyu that kid by Brother Wen Yu again." ”

"Why?" Qing Huan was puzzled, "It's not called Brother Wen Yu, so what's it called?"

"Whatever you want. ”

Qing Huan first pouted dissatisfied, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, I know." After a pause, he said, "Are you..."

"What is it?"

"Jealous?" is what is written in the book.

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