Dongfang Qi felt that he had a very long dream.
In his dream, he returned to the side of Xiliang Mountain two hundred years ago. A girl with a sweet smile fell on the side of the road, her legs were covered with blood, and she looked at him pitifully: "Brother monk, help me, am I going to die? "
"Brother monk, can you carry me on your back?"
"By the way, my name is Sisi, brother, what's your name?"
...
In the dream, Mo Luosi smiled innocently, and the smile reached her eyes.
She is really cute.
if…
She is not a demon.
"Brother Qi, are you really going to kill me? I'm Sisi! Look at me, I'm Sisi!"
"Brother Qi, what's the matter with you? Be sober!"
...
"ah!"
Dongfang Qi suddenly opened his eyes.
Surrounded by precious curtains, here... is the palace.
He sat up slowly, feeling depressed and uncomfortable.
He had a dream, which was a scene he had never seen before. He dreamed of Xiliang Mountain, dreamed of Mor Luosi, dreamed that he was devoured by the demons in his heart, and became obsessed. He also dreamed...
In order to save herself, Mor Luosi gave herself her demon pill.
this…
Is it all true
Why do I have no impression at all
Moreover, the demon core is the life of the fox demon, how did she survive these two hundred years without the demon core
Dongfang Qizheng had a flustered expression on his face. At this time, Moruosi in pink had already appeared beside his bed without anyone noticing.
"Brother Qi, what are you thinking? Are you so preoccupied?"
Mor Luosi leaned over, squinted her eyes, and looked at Dongfang Qi with a sly look: "You... you are not thinking of me, are you?"
Dongfang Qi came back to his senses, and met those extremely charming eyes that made him miss him so much.
"Sisi, why...why did you hide it from me?"
Dongfang Qi's hands were firmly grasping the brocade quilt on his body, and his eyes were full of complicated guilt—
If you have really done so much for me, then what is my pursuit of you all these years
"Why?" Mo Luosi blinked, and leaned against Dongfang Qi again: "Brother Qi, are you sleepy?"
"Back then in Xiliang Mountain, your... demon pill!"
Dongfang Qi's voice trembled a little. It was the first time that this simple-faced monk had such complicated thoughts.
Yao Dan.
Mo Luosi was stunned for a moment, and soon came back to her senses. She climbed onto the bed, supported her body with her hands, and sat on Dongfang Qi's lap: "Brother Qi, have you already remembered? What do you want in return for someone's demon pill? Is it okay to promise it with your body?"
"I… "
Just as Dongfang Qi opened his mouth, Mo Luosi in front of him immediately moved his mouth and quickly kissed his lips, taking the opportunity to slip into his mouth with a dexterous and fragrant little tongue.
A monk who does not break the lust ring is not a good monk.
Brother Qi, we were able to be together when you went crazy back then, but I was afraid you would regret it at that time.
I am afraid that you will hate me, so I would rather use the demon pill to save you than let you relapse.
but now…
"You are responsible to me."
After the intimate kiss, Mo Luosi blushed and looked at Dongfang Qi with watery eyes: "Now, you can't regret it."
"I do not regret."
Dongfang Qi looked at the woman in his arms, and couldn't help smiling softly.
Met her, fell in love with her, never regretted it.
Live up to Tathagata and live up to Qing.
If I have to lose one after all, how can I... be willing to make you sad
"Your demon pill..."
At this time, Dongfang Qi suddenly asked about the demon pill again, and Mo Luosi just smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I used the demon pill to stabilize your demon at that time. The demon was gradually dissolved by my demon pill, but... in the end, it took me a hundred years of cultivation."
Mor Luosi didn't want to tell Dongfang Qi about this, after all, he had already lost his mind and consciousness at that time.
Um…
What's more, she secretly kissed him several times while he was unconscious, hoping that he wouldn't remember it, what a shame.
...
Sima Chuqing stood far outside the palace, and Princess Mingzhu couldn't help pushing him: "Aren't you going to see Master Dongfang? Why don't you go in?"
"In the future... I am afraid there will be no Eastern Master in this world."
Sima Chuqing suddenly whispered something in a low tone.
"What?"
Hearing his words, Princess Mingzhu was startled suddenly: "Could it be, could it be that Master's awakening... is a flashback?"
Sima Chuqing: …
In fact, he just wanted to say that from now on, Dongfang Qi could not be a monk, but could only obediently be the son-in-law of Xiliang Mountain.
He knows Sister Si Si's methods best, and it is estimated that the two of them will have a bridal chamber today.
Tsk tsk, speaking of the bridal chamber.
Sima Chuqing couldn't help holding Princess Mingzhu who looked surprised, and whispered a few words in her ear, Princess Mingzhu's face changed immediately.
"Sima, let's... let's go back, don't disturb others, father has already asked the Ministry of Rites to prepare for our wedding, don't worry, we must not let Si Si lose the competition!"
Sima Chuqing: …
So can this be compared
In the end, Princess Mingzhu's big wedding still shocked the whole Shengjing. Even Gu Yiran and Yunzi, who lived in seclusion thousands of miles away from Beijing, could hear the hunters on the mountain talking about the grand wedding.
Yes, a hundred years have passed, and although Yingui Mountain is still their home, many villagers have gathered at the foot of the mountain and gathered in a village.
Gu Yiran and Yunzi simply arranged their residence as a medical clinic, telling the villagers that their husband and wife are healers who wandered here, and from then on they began their days of treating the villagers' hunters, such a day that Gu Yiran had never had in the past. I've imagined it before, but it's surprisingly warm and sweet, especially on festivals, when those villagers kill chickens and goats, and come to the door with a lot of fruit gifts, Gu Yiran always has a very strange feeling——
It turns out that he and the human race can still get along like this
Eighteen years later—
At this time, Shengjing was still as prosperous as ever.
But now Youfeng Lai Funeral Hall has become a serious singing and dancing studio. In Shengjing, no one dares to go to this place to act wildly, because it is said that this is the place where Princess Mingzhu and the son-in-law often go, and the owner of this place Mor Luosi is still as mysterious as ever, not many people have seen her true face.
Now it is late autumn, and it is the busiest season in the capital. The people entering the gate of the city have already formed a long queue, and in this queue, there is a luxurious carriage that is the most dazzling.
This is the carriage of the King of Henan, and the person sitting in the carriage is the only daughter of the King of Henan, Princess Qingyue.
At this time, Princess Qingyue was a little irritable waiting in the sedan chair, and couldn't help raising the corner of the sedan chair curtain to look at the city gate of Shengjing not far away. This is Shengjing!
Shengjing, which I miss so much, is a place that often appears in my dreams.
Shengjing, here I come.
Princess Qingyue's radiant face involuntarily showed a bright smile.
Life is long, and the story continues.