MTL - Ostentatious Zhao Yao-Chapter 77

Gu Shuguang and Mo Qing said that his speculation, Mo Qing quiet for a long time, no words, and finally just quietly went out.

He did not express his position on his own life, as if he didn't care at all, he continued to take care of Wan Haomen, and he was generally good to me as usual. It was only at night, when the two got along, the one on the bed, two people When I was entangled, I could feel that he was more intense and rude than day, and sometimes even forced me to hurt.

Compared to the previous ones, this kind of pain caused by the ink is what counts.

He took possession of me over and over again, and once in a while, in the lingering lingering, he hugged me tightly, buried in my neck, hoarse voice asked me: "Small, would you be afraid of me?" ”

I grabbed his back. In his movements, he turned his fingers into sharp edges and scratched the skin on his back. My voice was a little broken and hoarse. I asked him: "Mo Qing, if I want to kill you now, Are you afraid of me?"

He kissed my earlobe: "This life has been sent to you soon."

The blade disappeared, and I stroked his broken skin: "I don't think so."

My life, this is the resurrection for you.

He bit my ear and forced me to have some pain, and this pain is like an electric light. I drilled through the whole body from my ears, letting me inside and out, from the toes to the hair ends.

I am entangled in him, this night is almost the last madness.

Crazy, I and he both want to eat each other, completely into their bodies, not to be jealous of others, not to be harmed by the outside world, forever and forever.

Carnival, ink and dark sleep.

It’s too ridiculous to play, so that my body is as distracted as it is.

I squinted and looked at the dark void for a moment, a sticky and exhausted body. But I still have something to do. I pushed the hand of Mo Qing and wanted to get out of bed. But he thought that he was already asleep, but he did it, and he took me straight and hugged him into his arms.

He licked my forehead, didn't wake up, just subconsciously hugged his own things, even in a dream, I was not allowed to stay away.

Listening to his chest heartbeat, quietly closing his eyes, feeling a moment of warmth, after all, he went to the bed, went to the yard, took a clean body, and then took a moment to go to the ghost market.

The sinister atmosphere is still there, but I am now resurrected, I can’t see the ghosts here, but I can still find the ghost city restaurant with the appearance of the surrounding trees. I screamed: “Bamboo season, I know that you are a ghost. See me. The bamboo season is not for other ghosts to help me to ask a word, let him marry a dream, come into my dream, I have to say with Cao Mingfeng, let him help me with the letter."

After saying this, I turned and left, and returned to the hall of no evil, but I just planned to enter the dormitory, and I saw Mo Qing wearing his black robe, standing barefoot at the door of the temple, waiting for me quietly.

I looked calm and asked him, "Why didn't you sleep?"

He didn't answer my question, just asked: "Where have you been?"

"Come out and look at the moon."

In the sky, Mingyue Lang Lang, Mo Qing looked up at the moonlight, and came forward to take my hand, an instant, and took me to the roof of the no evil temple.

"Look with me." He said, his eyes fixed on me.

I pointed to heaven: "Don't you watch the moon?"

"I am watching."

My heart is warm: "The mouth is so sweet, I taste it." I bowed my head, and covered his lips. When the lips and tongues were intertwined, it was just sweet, but he said, "How many times?" I thought that from now on, my night, no moonlight."

I feel bad about him, kiss his lips, no longer let him think.

I watched the moon on the roof overnight, and I looked at it and slept in his arms.

The bamboo season is moving fast, I just fell into my dreams, and I feel that I have already entered the deep cave. I know this place. When I used to give Gu Xiaoguang and Qin Qianxuan a dream, I came here. The place, just this time changed in one direction.

Turned a dark bend, in front of a stone table, wearing a green cloth robe in the bamboo season, sitting on the stone table next to the tea fine, it is not a boss, a dream must have some taste.

"I didn't have much time in Dreamland. I opened the door..." I just spoke, and the bamboo season interrupted me.

"Oh, no hurry, I am not as poor as you used to be. I can only buy one at a time when I am in a dream. I don't care about this moment, sit down and drink tea. Chat slowly."

I glanced at him and didn't have the tea. I only sat in the chair next to him and said bluntly: "I want you to help me ask Cao Mingfeng. They are the gods in the sky, but there are ways to The violent gas in the body of the monk is expelled?"

The bamboo season gave me a look: "Flayer?"

"Yes... can't kill this demons, just let him, not so violent, expel his body..."

"Lichen?"

I glanced: "Do you know?"

"My own devil, of course I know."

I am stunned and I don't believe my ears: "What are you talking about?"

He pushed the teacup in front of me: "Now I have the leisure to slowly tell me about tea?"

I stared at him incredulously. I saw this gentle man in front of me. Even if I gave me a cup of tea, I whispered to myself for a long time. This whole story... He actually dared to say Is his heart?

If he is not jealous of me, then he is not the devil of the millennium, the one who has died for so many years, sealed the ink of the blue, trapped my family... the devil?

Is the devil actually this style?

Pull it! Every time I am involved in the connection with the ghost city, I really can't understand!

Moreover, why did he, the demon king of this millennium, stayed in the ghost market for a thousand years and became the boss, and I almost became the devil after this millennium, but I was so embarrassed? Heaven is not fair!

"I just knew that Li Chenyu had escaped from the seal and ran to this dusty mountain. So I opened a restaurant at the foot of the Dust Mountain, and I was watching him for convenience."

"You wait." I called him. "From the beginning, how are you the devil?"

Bamboo season raised an eyebrow: "How can I not be the devil? I just use my charismatic character to climb the position of the devil. I used to respect me, my opponents worship me, my devil is It’s very prestige.”

"..."

The magic of the millennium is this style?

"Just..." The bamboo season sighed softly. "I was not careful. I was upset by the suspicion of my subordinates. When I noticed it, the demons have grown up in my heart and started to judge me. So I decisively discharged the demons out of the body, but his strength was too great. I was afraid that I couldn’t pick him up after he went out, so he put a seal in the mountain and locked him up, with the intention of borrowing the power of the mountains and rivers. One day, the evil spirit of his body is paralyzed, so that he can completely disappear into the world."

The demon of suspicion...

"I ordered my subordinates to guard the seals, and to give the seals a lot of power every year, and also put a **** on him, always peeping at him."

It turns out that... voyeurism, is it really used to put such use on the body of Mo Qing...

"But after I arranged the things of my heart, I was weak, and I was killed by the evil spirits. I have been in the ghost market for a few years, finally..."

"I don't want to hear your story." I interrupted him. "After Li Chenzhen was sealed by you, it took a thousand years, but when he came out of the seal, it was not like this..." I paused. "He doesn't have any demons."

Compared with Jiang Wu, the clowns of the year were simply a saint. For so many years, I have insisted on the benevolent governance of Wan Qimen. He has no appearance of a little devil, if it is not Jiang Wu...

I bite my teeth slightly.

I heard the bamboo season: "Yes, this result is also what I did not expect. He stayed in the seal for those years, and the evil spirits in his body were sucked into the mountains and rivers, causing the land to be lost. The trees are dying, and he himself becomes like a normal person. Normally, my wife has not gotten a hand to kill him."

"Your wife?"

"Well, in order to prevent Li Chen from running away from the seal, I ordered my subordinates to keep the seal and keep the wife guarding him. Even if I died, I couldn’t let Li Chenyu come out of the seal. He would eat the world. Emotions are like consuming my emotions in my heart. If you grow up like this, you can't live alone. I am the devil, but I didn't get to that point, but later, my wife met. He was not willing to kill him, but to protect him, and was also killed by Xian Xiuxian."

What he said was the "mother" who died in his arms when I saved the ink...

Bamboo season grinned: "After my wife died, I came to the ghost city, met me, and still yelled at me. When she was alive, she didn't let her have a baby, and she died and left like a child's demons. Let her reluctant to do it..."

I screamed: "You just want to focus on it. I don't want to hear too much about you and your wife."

"What do you want to hear?"

"Lichen was not violent at that time, and he did not even take the painful fear of this world. He did not seem to have that ability, but recently he was... awakened."

"I know that the ghost I sent out came back to me and listened. The demon named Jiang Wu will give him the ability to be stripped away by the mountains and rivers for thousands of years."

I glanced: "What do you mean? Jiang Wu... With his last power, he awakened Li Chen?"

"You can say this." Bamboo season touched his chin. "I am also jealous. This demon is born. If you want me to tell Cao Mingfeng, they are the people who have done the fairy, and there is nothing to do in one day. But this is the only thing that harms the people, and it is a disaster for the world. You must annihilate it. Your business has been heard before. Both of them have done almost the same thing. But it is within the scope of heaven. No one is in charge, and Li Chen is not the same. I sealed him, and in the judgment system of the ghost market, I was judged to be a great merit."

I have a tight fist, no wonder...

The bamboo season continued: "He still hasn't let the people in the sky know, if you know..."

I have a face: "Is there no way to change him back to the way he was?"

"Reshape my seal, and then get him in and seal it. As for how long it takes for him to become the same as before, he can only look at luck."

Sealed for a thousand years?

Then when he wakes up, where am I?

"What about other ways?"

"Tell Cao Mingfeng, let them fall in the sky and kill him?"

I am silent.

"Oh, the time is almost gone. I should leave the tea set." Bamboo season side of the tea cup, "I know that Li Chenyu likes you, if you are willing, he will persuade him to persuade him to let him put it. The seal was retouched and patched, and I was able to lie in it, saving the world and letting others suffer."

It’s easy to say...

Your existence is a danger to the world. You make up the coffin, lie in, don't come out - in this case, how can I talk to Mo Qing.

Just thinking about it, I can know how painful his eyes will be.

Woke up.

I am still lying in the arms of Mo Qing. Above the beam of the house, the sky has already been flooded with light. When I breathe, Mo Qing will whisper in my ear: "Shake, sunrise."

Then a plain sentence, but at this time let me hear, I do not know why, but there are some uncontrollable sadness.

Sunrise, Mo Qing, I want to see you every sunrise in the years after that,...

Can we?

Mo Qing’s figure was slightly stiff, I looked up at him: “What’s wrong?”

He smiled and whispered back to me: "Hands are numb." He was so gentle. Gentle to make me fascinated, but also let my heart rise sharply.

The devil is the devil, not the tube of his mother, I will be with Mo Qing, not to the seal of the Laos, and no matter what the gods, the immortal daring to move my ink, I will kill the immortal, the Buddha dares to move, Just kill the Buddha. I want this world, no one can stop me from being with him.

It’s a big deal, let’s take a hole in this day, let the world have a lover to die with us, what a terrible thing!

I feel so much in my heart that I feel so worried.

Mo Qing’s hand touched my head gently. I turned to look at him. His eyes looked at the far-flung sunrise, which seemed to contain a smile, and also hidden all the thoughts of depression and heart.

After the sky is bright, Mo Qing can start busy with his business.

I also went back to the room. Seventeen came to me. When I entered the door, I rushed over and hugged me like I used to, but this time I was thinking about this darkness in my heart. One didn’t stand firm and my waist was behind me. On the table, I only heard the "back" of the back, something fell on the ground, I looked down and stunned.

The voyeur... I fell from behind me.

After I dealt with Jiang Wu, I was afraid that Mo Qing would see my heart’s guess about his life. So I forgot to forget the voyeurism. I didn’t wear the voyeur, even though I knew it was very blue. Great effort is helping me find this mirror in my hometown.

At least yesterday, I didn’t have this glimpse on my body. When was it...

Ink has quietly hung it behind me...

The bamboo season said that Mo Qing was a sorcerer because of suspicion. So, he is even me, is he still jealous? I can know such a thing, but I can’t afford to be angry with Mo Qing. I only know that Mo Qing now knows all my plans, and knows all his life...

I realized that, when I remembered the sunrise this morning, Mo Qing had some strange little details. It was a cold heart.

What does his silence mean?

Will he...

I pushed open the seventeenth and took a look at the dusty mountain with the gods. I found out that Mo Qing was there. When I saw him in Gu Shuguang, I immediately followed the past and met Mo Qing. I could not help but pull him: " You all know right? You don't want to reshape the seal yourself? You..."

Both Mo Qing and Gu Shuguang looked at me quietly. Gu Shuguang raised his eyebrows: "What re-printing?"

Mo Qing did not pay attention to him, only looked at me: "No." He said, "I think, like you."

God blocks the killing of God, and the Buddha blocks the Buddha. The only thing that is needed is to be with me.

Is he the meaning of...?

Mo Qing, my messy hair helped me to catch my ear: "Scroll, don't be afraid." He said, "I won't leave you."

I looked at him with awkwardness, but my heart felt so strange, obviously, I thought so, and I didn't want to leave him. At this time, I looked at Mo Qing’s attention and with a few persistent eyes, I actually had a few points... I felt slightly cold.

He made me feel that he was... unconsciously changing.

After that day, Mo Qing began to take Gu Shuguang's medicine to him, so that he was calm and calm, and I went to the Qianchen Pavilion many times, aiming to find a breakthrough from the Qin Qianxian, how can the Qinqian string cure for the demons? There is no clue.

And although both I and Mo Qing are looking for ways to break through, the character of Mo Qing has become more sullen and irritable.

I don't have any other way. I only study the scriptures of Qianchen Pavilion with Qin Qianxian on the day, hoping to find a way to crack.

When I went to the Qianchen Pavilion, 17 often accompanied me. I discussed with Qin Qianxian. She was there to accompany me. I couldn’t listen to the boring content. She was dozing off and occasionally fell asleep. When Qinqin glanced at it, he used his mana to drive his plain clothes hanging in the house, gently covering it on the seventeenth body, doing so casually, and sometimes even I didn't notice it.

I asked the piano string several times before I knocked on the side: "Is the family seventeen cute?"

He answered me: "There are very few people who are pure and pure."

I don't understand the minds of those who repaired the Bodhisattva. But I know about the seventeen. Even if Qin Qianxian really likes Xiaotian 17, his biggest problem is probably not his own, but... In the eyes of the seventeen, her favorite... is me.

To explain to the seventeen interpretations that do not have the concept of men and women, the difference between the love of men and women and the love of friends is very difficult.

I sympathetically watched the eye-stringing string, as a person who came over and worried about his future.

I returned to Wanhaomen on this day, and I asked Q17: "What do you think of Qianqian?"

"People are very good." Seventeen answered me like this, and looked at me again. I hugged my waist and groaned in my arms. "But the master is still better than him, one hundred times, one thousand. Double."

I touched the head of seventeen and laughed.

At this moment, the voice of Mo Qing sounded behind him: "Wrinkle, let go."

The seventeenth was happy, turned to Mo Qing and spit out his tongue: "The door owner is mine, don't let go."

When this words fell, the atmosphere was heavy, and I was a glimpse. Seventeen is also a glimpse. But I feel a strong force. I pushed the seventeen in my arms and the seventeen steps back. I started to squat. : "The clown is blame, do you want to fight!"

I looked back at Mo Qing, and protected the seventeen: "She..." I just opened my head, and a sword was actually wiped from my shoulder. This is the strength of the road, the speed is fast, my heart is a glimpse. Knowing that it is hard to resist with the power of seventeen! I moved in an instant, and I fell out of the seventeenth body and pulled out the *sword, forcing a body of strength to hold this sword.

However, even more unexpectedly, the swordsmanship was blocked by me, but the force was so great that it shattered my tiger's mouth. The sword made a scream of "squeaky", but the sound of "啪" sounded crisp, *sword In response to the sound, Wan Haojian gas hit my chest, tearing pain came, Jianqi opened my body from the shoulder to the chest.

I was sulking, and I wanted to hold my body, but I still couldn’t help but squat. Seventeen hugged me behind me and exclaimed: "The doorkeeper? The doorkeeper!" She panicked and sorrowed and questioned. "You are crazy? Are you crazy?"

No one echoed in front of me. I looked up and looked at it. But I saw the fear that I had never had before. He looked at me and looked at the blood of the earth. It was like a place where it was fixed. The mantra is generally like a sword that is hurt by the sword. It is his own.

The face is more pale than me.

His hand was loose and the sword fell to the ground.

Among the seventeen shackles, I looked at Mo Qing, and I reached out and tried to appease him: "Ink, don't be afraid, I'm fine." I replied seventeen, "Do not argue." I sealed with mana. I lived in the blood of my chest, strongly propped up my body, and walked to the front of Moqing step by step. I grabbed his clothes. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

He reached out and touched the blood that slipped on my hand. He slammed the black tremble, and it seemed that there was a catastrophe in his heart.

I only hate that I can't see the words in his heart with the voyeur. I only hate my comfort and can't touch the true depths of his heart. The language was so weak, I had to reach out and hug the ink, but when I plunged into his arms, I discovered that he had shivered so badly.

"Mo Qing... I am fine."

He gritted his teeth and finally reached out and hugged me. An instant, took me to the courtyard of Gu Shuguang. Gu Shuguang saw my injury and was shocked for a moment. He blurted out: "Who did it? How was it so bad?"

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I was upset when I was awkward. I was so cautious with Mo Qing, I wanted to protect each other...

When Gu Shuguang saw it, he didn't speak any more. He helped me cut the clothes that were glued together on the shoulders. The ink and green were all around, watching Gu Shuguang help me clean up the wound, apply medicine, and put on a bandage.

After the treatment, Gu Shuguang left, I will calm down Mo Qing: "When I was a master of the door, I suffered so many injuries. This is just scratching and itching."

"I hurt you."

It’s not that the injury is not heavy, but because he hurt me, so...

He can't forgive himself.

I grabbed the sleeves of Mo Qing, and finally I saw my pale face in the eyes of Mo Qing. I asked him, his voice was a little trembling with his own unexpectedness: "Promise me, you still have to do it anyway. I am together."

Mo Qing does not speak.

"Ink, promise me."

He touched my cheek and leaned over, and fell a shallow kiss on my forehead: "Okay, I promise you."

I fell asleep at night, and I was quiet around me. I was half-awake and half-awake. I vaguely felt that someone was coming to me. I wanted to blink, but the eyelids were so heavy that I couldn’t open it. The body was more like what was being used. Just tied to the bed, I can't get up.

The black robe is sitting next to me, it is the ink blue.

Knowing that it is him, my body is relaxed, he gently touches my hair: "Scroll, swordsman that day, you said, I can put everything down for you, because I have nothing at all." Ah, yeah, I am Then said that the clowns are still vengeful, this sentence, actually remembered now. His fingers gently touched my facial features: "I wanted to explain it at the time, but at the time there was nothing, there was no explanation, but now..."

He leaned over and touched it on my lips, so light and gentle, and with a heartbreaking nostalgia: "I have everything, but I can put it down for you."

What do you mean?

I want to blink, but I can't open it. I want to hold him, but I can't move.

I felt his departure and felt his breath disappear, but I couldn't move at all.

I am lying in bed, I only feel that every moment is so difficult, I want to break through the prohibition of the whole body, but I can't open it anyway.

I know that this is the ban imposed by Mo Qing. He is now awakened by the power of the devil. It is not the life of the cultivator who can be dealt with. I can't cross his ban unless... when he disappears.

At dawn, I heard someone come to my room to see, I can see that I am going to sleep again, and then I went out again.

No, stop the ink and let him come back. Don't let him go.

Don't let him...

Then go alone to face those cruel choices. In his life, he has already had enough burdens. Finally, even at the end of his life, don't let him alone bear the wounded, heavy past, and die alone.

I am willing to accompany him. Why don't he ask me my opinion, I am willing to accompany him!

I closed my eyes and tried my best. Finally, my eyes opened and the night was dark. There was no one around me. I sat up and thought nothing. I went to my hometown in the huge cave. Under the light, the light is as bright as the day, and the seal below has been reshaped. In the glare of the light, one of the black-and-black robes was so eye-catching. He stood in the middle of the light and held a long sword. He was shaping the grave for himself.

I just got here for a while, and the ground was shining with great brilliance, and the sky was rising from the sky, and he was covered in it. As the light fell from the sky, the body of the ink-green body was brought in like fallen leaves. I ignored it and rushed to the Guanghua.

In the light, the severe pain tore my body, but I resisted the pain of the sea, like the countercurrent, found the ink green, grabbed his clothes.

Inkless eyes, looking at me incredulously: "You come to do it!" He was extremely angry, "Go back!" He is going to push me.

I clung to his neck and with him the pain of the body being crushed: "Don't order me!" I yelled at him, "Don't make decisions for me. I know how to be the best choice!"

I know how to be a better choice. I know that there are many things in this world that are more important than love, but I also know that a lot of love is more important than life.

It is my blessing to be able to experience such love.

"Huang Quan forgets Sichuan, as long as you are there, I will follow."

I want to accompany you more than to live.

The ink-green throat is a sigh, and I will no longer push me: "The road is swaying, this life has you, why is it lucky?"

It’s good, at the last minute, we all think we are lucky and happy people.

In the midst of great pain, all my perceptions have become so broken, but only the warmth in my arms has never dissipated...