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 was yang to the strong, which could make the ghosts and demons lose their fear, and the spirits would die!

The little half-immortal began to recite the incantation silently, and after the spell was finished, the talisman 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." ”

After speaking, the little half-immortal went back to his room to sleep with a big grin, and Mo Liunian also returned to his room, but he couldn't sleep.

It's because he didn't have any memory at the beginning, so he didn't have any thoughts, how could a person who had no past have insomnia, but now Mo Liunian has insomnia.

Mo Liunian in the room kept thinking about that voice, why did he know that it was the smell of lust, who was he before?

The feeling of being alone in the room at this moment is ten million times more uncomfortable than the feeling of not being able to sleep.

But instead of learning and losing again and again between dreams and reality, it is better to toss and turn every night and stay awake at night.

Mo Liunian, who was tossing and turning in bed tonight, couldn't sleep, his mind caught the distant past, and after those vague fragments flashed, the drizzle outside the window rustled through the dark night.

At that time, Mo Liunian felt that his forehead was blown by the slightly moist wind at midnight, and the wind lingered for a long time, mixed with lingering and gentle sighs.

If it rains, Mo Liunian has a faint sense of distress when he listens to the sound of crackling raindrops hitting the roof.

Mo Liunian couldn't help but feel the urge to sobble when he watched the drops of crystal silver clear water droplets fall from a high altitude and be shattered into a wisp of mist.

It is also in the sleepless night, Mo Liunian can listen to the rain by the window, let his thoughts fly with the rain, and use the wind and rain to fill the empty and helpless heart, and pass the loneliness and unbearable sorrow.

Leaning against the window, looking out, not far away,

Mo Liunian looked at the rain outside the window at this time, ticking, ticking.

In the deep night, Mo Liunian's heart only has thousands of thoughts flying, and there is only one kind of concern in his heart.

This heart has been unable to sleep.

Mo Liunian found that when it was quiet, thoughts, and those pictures would still flicker in his mind restlessly.

With the help of Xiaoxiao Yu'er, Mo Liunian asked, is that person okay now?

Thinking of this, Mo Liunian had a longing and earnest thought.

Only when I listened to the night rain, I felt that autumn was like a promise, and I was silent around the building, and there was no basis for dreaming and sorrow.

Do you know if the red candle in the small window shines on people tonight's desolation.

This rain, connected into a fine and dense net, flying in the air, fluttering and sprinkling, fell into the porch of the Feng Shui Pavilion,

This wind, across the rain line, Mo Liunian looked affectionately, looking at the withered yellow in the twilight autumn, and there was also a little melancholy, the hazy scene seemed to be whispering about his sadness and shallow sadness.

The flowers fell between the flowers once, and how many times did the dream scatter in the dream?

The cold wind was startled, it was the middle of the night, and the room was silent.

Light up the faint light, lean against the window and look up, the night sky outside the window is like the dark splashed by thick ink, and you can't see through the endless darkness.

The wind was blowing, and Mo Liunian's body bones hidden in his pajamas were trembling.

In the autumn night, it was a little colder, and the night insects no longer played and sang for her, which was only Mo Liunian who realized that the night was a little desolate.

But why do you know that it is the smell of lust? Who is Mo Liunian himself?

This couldn't help but remind Mo Liunian of the dream man in his memory, and after he quietly left, Mo Liunian began a long wait and hope.

She looked forward to seeing him again, looking forward to the full moon.

And this hope soon turned into loneliness and sorrow.

She misses it endlessly, every day and night.

But when he really came back, what he was waiting for was Mu Yanfeng's use and betrayal.

When he dreamed back at midnight, Mo Liunian didn't want to think of that person anymore, whenever he thought of that person, if it wasn't sweet, it was sad endlessly.

It rained all night.

The rain of the autumn night, falling, as if it would never stop, hit the leaves outside the window in bursts, just dripping and dripping.

The sound of the rain made Mo Liunian unable to fall asleep for a long time, and he opened his eyes instead, dreaming many angry and sad dreams.

Mo Liunian couldn't sleep tonight, and the long night of sleepless long, his thoughts made him haggard.

The night seemed to have no end.

Mo Liunian finally knew that if he fell in love with someone, he would take possession of everything.

Although Mu Yanfeng may no longer love himself, he is still living in Mo Liunian's thoughts.

In the three years after jumping off the cliff, Mo Liunian could always dream of that figure, and every time he dreamed, Mo Liunian would always be bound to the absurdity of fantasy.

It's not that Mo Liunian loves to be sad, but in a dream, Mo Liunian is also sad at this moment.

Mo Liunian's endless longing for this kind of is more profound at midnight, at dusk, when the flowers are blooming, when the leaves are falling, and when the sun is gorgeous.

Occasionally, Mo Liunian will think about what his life will be like if it is a few decades later?

However, what will it be, now I am afraid that Mo Liunian can't think of anything.

One day, Mo Liunian will get that answer.

Mo Liunian may choose to fall asleep deeply, and no longer think about how he will face the days when he wakes up after those conditions.

Or will Mo Liunian look forward to that result on the road, never dream back at midnight, but sit still, no one knows where Mo Liunian's sadness comes from?

Mo Liunian couldn't sleep at this time, and with the sound of rain, the night air was cold, and he became more and more sleepy.

Lying on the bed like this, Mo Liunian's mind swirled with Mu Yunfeng's words back then, as well as his anxious expression, smiling appearance, and Mu Yunfeng looked at Mo Liunian sideways.

At that time, Mu Yanfeng told Mo Liunian about his sadness before he met Mo Liunian, and Mo Liunian at that time looked at Mu Yanfeng as if he was a little confused.

But at this time, Mo Liunian's heart seemed to have something else suddenly, something strange and hard, lying across the beating place of my heart.

This made Mo Liunian not know what to do, and it took a long, long time for Mo Liunian to close his eyes and slowly fall asleep.

Late at night, there was a rain visit, which disturbed the time in Mo Liunian's dream, and the sound of the rain knocked out the sadness of thinking about Mo Liunian.

After listening to the rain all night, I didn't notice that the windows were white, and I stayed up until dawn.

After a sleepless night, when she got up in the morning to buy breakfast, Xiao Banxian was startled when she saw her two big dark circles: "Fluttershy, you were beaten?"

Xiao Banxian's ability to see a doctor is not bad, it is a little strange to see Mo Liunian like this, she doesn't know what other illness Xiao Banxian doesn't know, but insomnia is finally obvious.

Mo Liunian glared at him, suddenly thought of the Fu man, and asked, "Boss, is the Fu Man back?"

Xiao Banxian smiled faintly: "It can't come back, we'll go find it after breakfast, let's go have breakfast together, I want to eat Granny Cui's spicy soup." ”

Granny Cui is an elderly tanuki.

In order to avoid trouble, he took his granddaughter to Yucheng to make snacks, although the snacks in Yucheng are special, but Granny Cui's small business is extremely hot,

Xiao Banxian especially likes to go to their house to eat, because the spicy soup made by her mother-in-law's house is delicious, and the taste is even more unique.