Mo Liunian looked at him, and the little half-immortal said, "It's desire." ”

Mo Liunian felt that something in her head arched again, and a voice in her head was telling her.

That's right, that's the taste of desire, but there are many kinds of desire, and that is the taste of lust.

At that time, there seemed to be a lingering tune melodiously sounding, the breeze rose, the dead leaves flew, and the flowers fell in a city for whom.

The cold rain is chaotic, the clouds are drunk, and a blue sky is clear because of you.

The fate of the past life, the wish of this life, thousands of miles still surround my dreams.

The pen refers to the time, the ink dyes the years, and the words are lovesick.

Love is hidden, love is full of years, and every string and pillar are affectionate.

Looking at the night frequently, afraid of the sky, the smoke flies close to the cool toad, the Acacia Galaxy is overflowing, and the defects are dotted.

Basho is silent, but I am stupid, I hope that the green lantern will not smile and be confused, and Nai Yue'er is also ruthless, and she is ashamed to break the clouds.

The gentleness of the township, drunk hibiscus, holding an autumn wind pen, the heart is separated from the gods, and the secret is separated from the dead.

Xiaohan dream shadow, a little cool, flowers flying butterflies dance, often accompanied by a bright moon, lovesickness is boundless from then on.

Say goodbye to the dream, the cold and weak water are three thousand, and the purple swallows fly under the eaves of the red mansion, which is difficult to survive for a lifetime.

The years are mottled, and the sorrow that has been covered is like a lonely lamp collapsing the mountain gate, and what is left by the broken bridge is still a green vine until it becomes a wound.

Dreams are wandering, only passing years, brushing the world, pouring the world.

The wind and flowers and fireworks are lonely, a touch of the cool of the autumn moon, cutting a wisp of residual candlelight, weaving into the amazement after parting, a finger of quicksand, sweeping over the cliff of the years, and falling into the cardamom years.

In a trance, the clear shadow is like an old wind chime by the window, and the sound is lingering.

The year of cardamom is looking for laughter, and the wind chimes are shallow and shallow flowers.

Soft eyes, fingertips slipping, gentle breeze, plain clothes and clear faces, chasing the old people.

At this time, Mo Liunian seemed to see his morning and twilight bits and pieces playing back in Mo Liunian's mind with the sound of the piano.

Mo Liunian's hand holding the cup tightened slightly, and he sighed softly, but the sound of the piano had fallen, but it was still in his mind for a long time.

Mo Liunian seemed to see the shadows of everyone in the past, in the gap of that time, the past seemed to be so clear and profound, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Liunian thought about it carefully, but he couldn't remember anything.

So Mo Liunian thought about it carefully, thinking desperately, but the pictures in his mind seemed to have never belonged to him, and suddenly disappeared, and he tried to find it, but he couldn't find it.

Seeing Mo Liunian in a daze, the little half-fairy flicked her forehead lightly: "What are you thinking?"

Mo Liunian came back to his senses and asked, "Is Wang Fugui particularly lustful?"

Seeing that Mo Liunian was in a daze for a long time, he had been thinking about this question, and the little half-immortal almost laughed!

Wang Fugui is as lustful as the eight wives and concubines in his family, and they are all stunning beauties! Do you need to think too much about this kind of question?

So Xiao Banxian pouted: "He is in his fifties, and he is married to a teenage girl, do you say he is so." ”

As soon as the little half-fairy said this, he couldn't hold back his laughter, and the little half-fairy began to giggle, and they all laughed.

This laughter made Mo Liunian's head straighten up with black lines, his eyes widened, and he looked at the triumphant little half-immortal with a smile, and he was speechless!

Mo Liunian looked at the little half-immortal who was smiling and said disdainfully: "I think I should have found the source of that strange smell, and if I found that source, I should be able to find Wang Fugui." ”

I saw that when Xiao Banxian heard what Mo Liunian said, he immediately looked at the sky and the carpet at times, biting the corners of his mouth, and holding back his laughter with a tight face......

In short, the little half-immortal didn't dare to look directly at Mo Liunian, and pretended to be nothing, as if nothing had happened just now.

Mo Liunian was not stunned by Xiao Banxian's actions, this person is really shameless!

The little half-immortal who held back his laughter closed his mouth and closed his voice, looking at Mo Liunian in amazement and admiration, and squinting his eyes and thinking vigorously.

The little half-immortal suddenly understood, but he was very curious about how Mo Liunian thought of it, so he asked, "How do you know?"

Mo Liunian saw that the little half-immortal turned his head to ask him this question, which made Mo Liunian's heart calm and his anger smooth.

Although Mo Liunian was dying after jumping off the cliff and couldn't remember everything clearly, he vaguely knew that the person in front of him saved him and carried him all the way out of the mountain.

After being buried in bed, Mo Liunian was still awake for a while, and his heart was so frightened and desperate that he couldn't do it.

Mo Liunian didn't expect that someone would save him, he was still alive, it was this Taoist priest who looked extremely handsome who saved him.

Later, when Xiao Banxian changed clothes for Mo Liunian, her face turned white and red, her brain was dizzy and embarrassed, and her thoughts were still floating and could not be implemented.

It wasn't until Mo Liunian opened his eyes and woke up that he saw that the sky outside the window was dark, and the stars were sparse, and he was startled.

happened to see Xiao Banxian bending down to pick up the new clothes scattered on the ground, Mo Liunian was weak and had no strength to get out of bed, but he also quickly grabbed his robe and blocked it in front of him.

But Mo Liunian recalled how the little half-immortal was rescued at the bottom of the cliff, and also understood how he was recovered by the spell cast by the little half-immortal, this little half-immortal's magical powers were indeed good.

So Mo Liunian thought that he didn't remember any memories before the age of sixteen, and wanted to know who his father and mother were.

But it's not good to say much, after all, the memory before she jumped off the cliff is indeed still there, but that memory is what she wants to forget the most.

So she began to pretend to have amnesia, saying that she was pretending, but in fact she was not pretending, she had amnesia before she was sixteen.

Mo Liunian said: "I don't know, but I'm sure that smell is the smell of lust." ”

Listening to Mo Liunian's perfunctory explanation, Xiao didn't have any doubts, after all, a woman's intuition has always been very accurate!

So Xiao Banxian said to Mo Liunian: "Let's go explore tonight." ”

Before finding out the reason, we must find out all the details of this, so that the little half-immortal does not believe Wu Biao and Mrs. Wang's words.

The little half-immortal has never been a fool who dares to blindly go into battle by hearsay, so it is easy to be passive.

And today, the little half-immortal borrowed the master's supernatural powers, and he only saw a rough idea, and the little demi-immortal really didn't see anything with his own Taoism, but as soon as his master's supernatural powers were borrowed, he immediately saw that it was the demonic spirit of the royal family's mansion!

At that time, the little half-immortal was shocked into a cold sweat, this is estimated that there is a big demon doing evil in the Wang's mansion, and the little half-immortal has to be very careful with this point.

Mo Liunian asked, "How to explore?"

Xiao Banxian smiled and said, "The Wang's Mansion is so chaotic now, I shouldn't mind being haunted anymore." ”

Mo Liunian was speechless for a moment, although it was a little damaged, but it could not be said that this was a good way.

Xiao Banxian took out a yellow talisman, and tore out the human form in three or two clicks, and after thinking about it, it was still not safe enough,

So he squeezed a drop of essence blood and smeared it on the forehead of the Fu man, and the master said that he was the reincarnation of an immortal, and the essence blood could kill the big demon.

The little half-immortal silently recited the incantation in his mouth, and after the spell was finished, the rune slowly fell from his hand, getting bigger and bigger, but the color became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into the wisp of remnant soul just now.

The little half-immortal said, "Go ahead." ”

Fu Ren got the order, and immediately floated towards the Wang's mansion.

Xiao Banxian clapped his hands: "Let's go, we'll see tomorrow." ”

Because there is no memory, there is no mind, how can a person who has no past have insomnia, but tonight Mo Liunian has insomnia.

Mo Liunian kept thinking about that voice, why did she know that it was the smell of lust, who was she?