"Of course, I'm going to save you. Wei Zhao stretched out his hand and touched Mo Tingyin's face and said, "In my life, I have never loved a woman so much, I can do anything for you." ”

"That can't kill me!" Mo Tingyin's tears fell on Wei Zhao's face one by one, "Do you know that I agreed to marry you because I want your heart! The painting I carried with me is missing a heart, and that heart is yours!"

Wei Zhao smiled and nodded lightly: "I know." I know you're a monster from another world, and you've come here to find people's hearts. One day you suddenly found out that my heart is what you're looking for, right?"

Mo Tingyin cried and shook her head, there were too many things to confess, and she didn't know where to start.

"Every time you are in a pinch, you can save the day because you are the most powerful monster, right?" As he spoke, Wei Zhao spit out a mouthful of blood and gasped for a while before he continued, "But no matter what you are and what you want to do to me, I love you." ”

"I'm not a monster, I'm just a mortal, if I were the most powerful monster, I wouldn't let you get hurt!" Mo Tingyin hugged Wei Zhao tightly and cried into tears, "I was going to ask for your heart, but I won't want it until you are about to die of old age." I will accompany you through this life. ”

"Well, I believe you. Wei Zhao raised his hand weakly and wiped Mo Tingyin's tears, "I believe that you will accompany me for the rest of your life, give birth to children for me, give birth to a cute little monster for me, follow me to solve the case, lie on the roof, and stay for one night." ”

"But Tingyin, I can't stay with you for the rest of my life. Wei Zhao sighed and said, "I can only accompany you here." It's just my heart, it has always belonged to you, you take it now. ”

"Brother Wei, don't die!" Mo Tingyin held Wei Zhao's face with his hand and shouted loudly, "As long as you don't die, I don't want your heart, I won't go anywhere, I'll live here for a lifetime!"

"When you say that, I'm very happy. Wei Zhao smiled and said, "Kiss me again, take my heart away after kissing, and when I die, it won't be useful." ”

Mo Tingyin cried and fell to his lips, which had already begun to chill.

The scroll in her palm landed on Wei Zhao's chest.

The scroll emitted a white light, and Wei Zhao closed his eyes in that white light.

As soon as Wei Zhao died, the scroll no longer glowed, but returned to Mo Tingyin's palm.

Mo Tingyin looked at Wei Zhao, who died as if he was asleep, and finally couldn't help it, and cried.

Why is God so unfair! Wei Zhao, such an ancient and hot-hearted catcher, actually died!

She hated herself in her heart, if she hadn't come here, Wei Zhao wouldn't have died!

He is still the hot-blooded man dressed in red and holding a sword to punish the murderer!

Hearing Mo Tingyin's cry, everyone ran over.

After a while, the doctor was also invited, and Aunt Wei and Xiaolin both arrived.

Mo Tingyin knelt in front of Wei with a "poof" and said, "Auntie, it's all my fault, if I don't come here, Brother Wei won't die." ”

Aunt Wei was in tears, she stretched out her hand, groped for Mo Tingyin's hand, helped her up, and said sadly: "Auntie doesn't blame you, Tingyin." Our family Wei Zhao is in this business, and I could have imagined that there would be this day. ”

"If it weren't for me...... If it weren't for me...... Brother Wei, he won't die...... You won't be hit by a stone!! blame me!" Aunt Wei's comfort made Mo Tingyin completely collapse, she hugged Aunt Wei and cried loudly.

Wei put his arms around Mo Tingyin and also cried.

Xiao Lin, who was ignorant, looked at his father who was lying there motionless, and then looked at his grief-stricken grandmother and Mo Tingyin, and also cried.

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Today is an auspicious day.

Before the rooster could report, Mo Tingyin got up.

She put on her new clothes that she had made a few days ago and dressed up in the mirror.

In the mirror, her face is still round, and her eyes are still big and bright, but in those eyes, there are already vicissitudes that cannot be concealed.

She meticulously applied a layer of gouache to her face and some rouge.

"Brother Wei, it's really strange for you to say that these years have passed," Mo Tingyin said as he put a red hairpin on his head, "I always felt that it was still yesterday to collect the Black Stone Demon, but ten years have passed in a flash." ”

The house was silent, except for the distant crowing of chickens and the barking of dogs from nowhere.

"Xiao Lin is going to get married today, do you think my clothes are gorgeous and solemn enough?" Mo Tingyin finally dressed up, and she was still like a little girl, carrying her skirt and turning around on the ground a few times.

"Isn't it pretty?" Mo Tingyin seemed to be used to talking to herself.

"It's gorgeous and solemn, but it's too old-fashioned. A male voice suddenly rang out.

"I didn't talk to you, what are you talking about. Mo Tingyin rolled his eyes and said very unceremoniously.

"Except for you and me in the room, who are you talking to if you don't talk to me?" The male voice was not annoyed at all, and even had a hint of a smile, "You just know that I don't care about you, so I always be coquettish like this, right?"

Mo Tingyin was speechless: "If you are still like this, I will tear you up." ”

Sure enough, the whole world was silent in the next second.

After Wei Zhao died, Mo Tingyin was decadent for a long time.

She took out the scroll from time to time to look at it, wanting to see what changes would happen to the scroll after she got Wei Zhao's heart.

But the scroll is still the original scroll, and there is no change in the slightest.

So Mo Tingyin began the long road of experimentation. She always felt that there should be something that touched the scroll and made the painting axis change.

She boiled the scroll with fire, boiled it with water, sprinkled chicken blood with dog blood, and put it under the thunder to dry it in the sun, but it had no effect.

Until one day, she dripped her own blood that she was able to restrain the demon onto the scroll.

The scroll that came across the blood seemed to turn into a sponge, and the drop of blood was instantly absorbed.

Mo Tingyin dripped a few more drops of blood, this time again.

It seemed that the scroll never had enough blood, and then she made the worst decision of her life, and put the wound on the scroll.

The scroll will be like a bottomless pit, sucking her blood all the time.

Mo Tingyin tugged and tugged, the scroll still firmly on her wound.

Later, she simply accepted her fate and allowed the painting shaft to "do nonsense" on her wounds.

In the end, Mo Tingyin finally fainted due to excessive blood loss.

When she woke up again, she found herself as energetic as usual.

Looking at the painting scroll again, the color is a little fuller.

Don't ask how Mo Tingyin looks better and fuller from black and white.

If you look closely, there is something faintly beating under the dress in the scroll.