Mo Xie bared his teeth and grinned. The taste of the pain, Mo Ye has not experienced it much during this time. Hearing Ruxiang's crisp sound, Mo Ye felt a pain in his forehead. Flashed and hugged Ruxiang and gently put it back on top of the velvet blanket.

Mo Ye was a little puzzled, what happened to this incense, there was a night crystal in the cave, as bright as day. Why can't you even recognize yourself as a fake young master. Mo Xie had no choice but to smile and move back to the pile of sacred bags to stare at the snowflake crystal.

For a long time, Ruxiang's heart beat a few times, slowly regained consciousness, reached out to support some of the forehead, felt a little cold in the head, and a little hot, hot, lightly touched, the pain of the heart.

Tears like incense flowed out uncontrollably. Covering his hot, somewhat numb head, he was fluttering and shedding tears.

Then, as if she remembered something, she suddenly held back her tears, her face suddenly turned gray-white, and her big black eyes were full of terror, and with the beating of her heart, a stream of fear rushed to the top of her head, and her head buzzed. stared at Mo Ye's silhouette.

I saw Mo Xie, his hair was like a nest of grass, tied and bonded, and a few new strands of black hair stood straight on the top of his head, like the horns of several beasts and demons standing on his head. His chin was covered with a beard that was neither long nor short, like a lion's mane, and his face was dusty, except that his eyes were white, and he couldn't see his face at all.

"Ruxiang, why did you come here". Mo Xie was afraid that Ruxiang would fly out again, bump into the next edged stone rock, and hit a bloody paste, too cruel, and it seemed that he was too inhuman. Mo Xie could see that Ruxiang's forehead was obviously higher, a bit like an old birthday star.

Ruxiang covered her aching forehead with one hand, and held her sharp, tear-stained chin with the other, and she was afraid that her chin would fall off.

Mo Xie shook his head, nodded his gray head again, and grinned with white teeth.

"Wow". Ruxiang covered her face, and tears spurted out of her fingers fiercely. Ball-bearing landed on the black battle skirt. Stretching out Powder's neck, he sobbed and whimpered silently, as if pouring out his intestines and stomach.

Mo Ye's face jumped, and a layer of suspicion instantly darkened his gray face, staring closely at the weeping Ruxiang, waiting for Ruxiang's answer.

Tears of sorrow kept pouring in, and bitterness penetrated Ruxiang's heart. After choking up a few times, he burst into tears. "Young master, they killed all those sisters."

Suddenly, Mo Xie was stunned, tilting his head sideways, his breathing stopped, he exhaled briefly spasmodically, and stood there as if rooted, staring at the teary eyes like incense.

Mo Ye's face turned pale first. Then it rose extremely red, as if it was a thunderbolt if it was like incense, and Mo Ye's limbs were numb and his eyes were straight.

"You mean ......". Mo Xie seemed to have been awakened in a dream. His gaze slowly became solemn.

Ruxiang nodded, like a small grass swaying in the desert, shaking violently in the wind and sand. "And the more than 200 maids."

Gah, Mo Ye's mouth made a sound of teeth shattering. The whole face turned black. The eyes that burst with anger for a long time became strangely sad, painful, and frozen like ice. It's as cold as a rock. "Don't cry, I know it, just run out."

Ruxiang's sad, desperate eyes lit up a flame, and it seemed that all the grief melted in that heart-warming word. The tears dried, revealing a layer of pink charm, twisted, blushing and bowing his head.

"Young master, you look at you, it's weird and scary." Ruxiang's heart, like a rabbit, jumped for a while, and glanced at Mo Xiedao.

"Scary"? Mo Xie glanced at Ruxiang in puzzlement. These days, I have been concentrating on the study of the art of retreating stones, and I have forgotten to clean my face and hairdressing.

Mo Ye grabbed a handful of hair casually, and the wood-like bun was glued into a stone, and he pulled it twice, and Mo Ye pursed his lips in pain. I put my hand down and looked at it. His eyelids jumped, Mo Ye couldn't believe it, was this still his own hand, black fire and coals curled in front of him.

Mo Xie glanced at Ruxiang embarrassedly. "There's no water in this place."

Ruxiang's tears had dried, fluttered, covered her mouth and laughed, the moisture shining in her eyes permeated a few drops of crystal. Turning around and moving a short distance, he patted the holy bag and took out a stone bench, a jade plate, a small chair, and a large mirror.

He took out a crystal from the holy bag, pinched it gently, and a pool of clear water overflowed into the jade plate. Then a small fire devouring crystal was thrown into the water. Bursts of gentle water vapor rose from inside the jade plate.

"Young master, come here, I'll wash you." After Ruxiang finished preparing, she glanced at Mo Ye who had been looking at her in a daze. Blushing, he whispered.

"Ruxiang, I'm not the young master you said. ......”。 Mo Ye said with a tight face. Mo Xie also wanted to say, I swallowed your young master's divine sense. When the words came to his lips, Mo Xie swallowed them back.

Ruxiang's faint mouth with an elegant smile.

"I'll do it myself". Mo Ye walked over.

"Sit down". Ruxiang just smiled, pressed Mo Ye on the stone bench, gently pressed Mo Ye's head, teased the water, and washed gently.

Mo Xie's body trembled for a moment, and he fell into the ice cellar, and his blood coagulated with Ruxiang's soft and slippery hands with warm feelings. I shook my body as if I was overpowered. I closed my eyes numbly.

The sound of rushing water, along with the two complex moods, rose and fell, making Mo Ye feel depressed, and bursts of sadness arose. With Ruxiang, she gently combed her hair in the water. Mo Ye's eyes blurred, and unknown sourness fell with the sound of water.

Mo Xie is not an amorous and sentimental saint, but a man who values love and righteousness, he thinks of Chengying, Dull Jun, Chixiao, Tai'a and Xia Yu. These friends, who were once so important in their lives, can now find no trace in this fantastic and sinister holy realm. Are they okay?

Ruxiang's hand trembled, pursed her lips, Mo Xie's sad state of mind was not concealed at all, and Ruxiang's somewhat haggard face was shocked, like a flower with a layer of frost.

"Young master, you have a lover?" Ruxiang whispered.

"Well, I don't know where they went."

The two were silent for a while, only the sound of water and softness, catering and soothing sounded their different moods.

"Hehe, young master, look at the water you wash, it can be used as flower fertilizer." Ruxiang suddenly laughed, and her body trembled with laughter.

Mo Ye lowered his head and was fascinated. "Like incense, I wash it myself".

"Alright, look at your hands, if this is stretched out in the night, you can't see the shadow." Ruxiang is pretty, with charm, the previous painful appearance has long since flown away without a trace.

Mo Ye was indifferent, and let Ruxiang dance like fire on his head, face, and hands, which made Mo Ye a little lost and despaired.

I don't know how long it took for Mo Xie to wake up from this numb mentality.

Ruxiang had already neatly tidied up Mo Ye's hair. A kind of fragrance that I don't know what kind of Tao is, faintly floated out from Mo Xie's black hair.

"Young master, are you satisfied?" Ruxiang moved Mo Ye's body towards a large crystal mirror.

A cold and handsome face was as calm as fat, presented in the mirror, and Ruxiang turned Mo Ye's body around. The smiling faces bloomed. "Be satisfied, young master".

Mo Ye nodded. "Call me Mo Xie, don't call me young master in the future."

"Mo Shao Lord". Ruxiang shouted habitually, stretched out her thin tongue, and turned to clean up the holy relics.

Mo Xie smiled, walked to the holy bag, and began to look at the snowflake crystal intently.

I don't know when, Ruxiang stood quietly behind Mo Ye, looking at the snowflake crystal thoughtfully. After looking at the words on the snowflake crystal for a while, he looked at Mo Ye again, and wrinkled his long eyebrows in puzzlement.

Mo Xie looked at it for a long time, sighed, and walked to the snowflake crystal on the other side, transforming different symbols.

Ruxiang tilted her head, and the single-phoenix-eyed ghost turned around. "Young master, you are studying secret arts, is it a technique used to escape?"

Mo Xie snorted and continued to watch, transforming the symbol.

"Young master, you want to know the meaning of these symbols." Ruxiang's eyes sparkled.

"Yes, you know." Mo Ye turned his head to look at Ruxiang in surprise.

"Some intellectuals say that these symbols are like some Turkish secret words in my puppet village." Ruxiang said thoughtfully.

"Really"? Mo Xie looked at Ruxiang, slapped the holy bag casually, took out a power transmission stone, put it in front of his forehead, and with a snort, engraved the stone transfer technique in the power transmission stone.

"Ruxiang, look at this holy art, can you interpret it." Mo Xie pressed the transmission stone on Ruxiang's forehead, which was still a little red.

Ruxiang couldn't believe that this saint named Mo Ye in front of her could pass on such an earth-shattering secret technique to herself so casually. Ruxiang realm is also a solid root of the first order, has been in Wanyun Cave for fifteen years, and has just been accepted by Qin Rong as a registered disciple, presiding over the affairs of the Love Flower Valley. Although Ruxiang does not have a high status in Wanyun Cave, it has a lot of knowledge, needless to say, the word "escape stone" has already explained the value of this technique.

Ruxiang sat down cross-legged and slightly condensed willow eyebrows.

Mo Xie didn't speak again, nor did he concentrate on the snowflake crystal rock again, but sat honestly on the side, blinking his eyes full of longing, staring at Ruxiang.

Her dark hair was silky and elastic on her half-bare shoulders. The fair and delicate face, with curved and thin eyebrows, slender eyelashes blinking and fanning slightly, faint translucent blue eyeshadow, drawing beautiful curves, under the well-proportioned slightly small nose, the small mouth like flower bones is gently closed, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, revealing a faint charming smile. The cheeks were a little crimson, and there were two small dimples on the cheeks, which were pretty like flowers in the morning after the rain.

Ruxiang seemed to sense that Mo Ye was staring at him, although her eyes were slightly closed, her cheeks deepened from time to time, and the pink and translucent stared at the natural shyness. Even the twin peaks of Yuting, hidden behind the battle armor, rose and fell slightly rapidly.

Mo Ye seemed to sense that something was wrong. Retracted his gaze, sat not far from Ruxiang, and studied the experience of Dunmu. (To be continued......)