Why bother to make her sad, let her always keep Zong Yue, who was healthy and normal in the surroundings at that moment, in her heart, and let her memory of him stay in the last kiss in the dark forever.
He wanted to be selfish and let the cold and poisonous Zong Yue freeze in her life forever in the most warm and charming way.
"She shed tears for you."
He remained silent, before saying after a long time: "Her tears are worthless."
Gu Yidie couldn't help laughing, tears welled up in his eyes halfway through the laugh, and said after a while: "If it wasn't for this tear, I would have slapped her."
"Now it's too late to go back and incite."
Gu Yidui turned his head to look at him, suppressed his smile, and sighed: "Chi'er, you are just like me, hard-spoken and soft-hearted... We are all... very stupid people..."
"No." The man in white turned his head and glanced in that direction with nostalgia. In this life, it will probably be the last time...
"It's all life."
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"I don't know if the army has turned back. I believe that sooner or later they will retreat when they fight at Beiye." Meng Fuyao gently pressed his eldest grandson Wuji's back, and said in a low voice, "I hope now that Ji Yu didn't cause too much damage to Qiongcang .”
"The wrath of the emperor, the blood is flowing." Changsun Wuji held her hand tightly, "So we must cultivate our hearts and minds from now on, especially you."
The gloomy Meng Fuyao couldn't help laughing, and said again: "You said Master is in the temple, but I didn't see him."
"Lord Holy Spirit has already left." Changsun Wuji said, "He said he would be upset to see you because you are already stronger than him. In order to avoid the situation where the master is not as good as the disciple, you don't have to see him again in the future."
Meng Fuyao scolded: "Old bastard, you are too small-minded." After thinking about it, he was puzzled, "Why is he in the temple?"
"I don't know either." Changsun Wuji said, "I wasn't there when he was in the temple, maybe he went there just for you, the needle at the master's foot was really a powerful blow, otherwise I might not be able to support it It's been a long time. I suspect that your master is from the lineage of the first generation of god servants in the temple."
"Servant of God?"
"The hall masters of each generation have their own servants," Changsun Wuji sighed, remembering Ah Da who committed suicide after the death of the hall master, "Only the god servant of the founder of the teaching is missing after he ascended, but he must be in the The patriarch received an oracle before he died, so Lord Holy Spirit, become your master."
Although he has read some of the records of the founder of the teaching and obtained the evergreen magic left by him, the memory from the ancestor has not been fully opened to him, and some things can only be guessed.
Perhaps, when the patriarch was dying, he didn't want to repeat his and Lianhua's life, but hoped that in the new life, he would be a new person and start again with a new look.
So today's eldest grandson Wuji is not completely the patriarch, just like the current Meng Fuyao is no longer the original lotus flower watered by the blood essence of the patriarch.
They have inherited the blood, but have their own thoughts and choices about the process.
Meng Fuyao quietly listened to what he said about the entanglements of that year, and said for a while: "It turns out that 'Slaying Heaven' is a petal of a lotus flower back then, and the cauldron of Yunfu is the divine cauldron that the ancestor practiced to create a human body of a lotus flower. The lotus flower I was born was transformed from my own body. The divine power of the lotus flower remained in the Heaven Killing and Yunfu Dingding. The combination of these three things made the final return. The Patriarch really took great pains to make me strong enough to return to the temple. But if these opportunities can't coincide, wouldn't there be no hope for dreams to come true in this lifetime?"
"In the previous life, the lotus flower was too weak. She was born with a chaotic consciousness, so she couldn't protect herself at all. She was almost destroyed by the guardians of the temple several times, so the patriarch sent you to experience the world of mortals and let you be a brand new self." The eldest grandson Wuji looked at her deeply. "For him, whether you can be with him in the end is not the most important thing. It is his biggest dream that you are strong enough to protect yourself and live a happy life according to your will."
Meng Fuyao met his gaze.
She knew what he meant, this him, was himself.
The patriarch in that life and the eldest grandson Wuji in this life may not have exactly the same personality, but they have the same heart for her.
Never take pleasure in possession, only in fulfillment.
"Fuyao..." Changsun Wuji took her hand and slowly turned around, holding her cool body in his arms.
"I'm so glad... your wish before God chose me."
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The days that followed seemed to be very happy, Dawan Fufeng retreated, Dahan and Wuji had also ceased fighting, Xiao Qi was very unwilling to send troops for nothing, and with Zhan Beiye's acquiescence, he turned to attack Shangyuan who was looting. Also in the army, after he went down the mountain to report the letter, he did not return to the Temple of Evergreen. Since Fuyao is safe, he doesn't want to disturb her life anymore. She has traveled so hard all the way, so why should she add burdens that she shouldn't have? ? It happened that Yan Lie was leading the troops in Shangyuan at that time, and Yan Lie tried to sneak up on Xiao Qi by cheating, but was discovered by Yun Hen accidentally, he endured and endured, and finally made a move.
Yan Lie was very pleasantly surprised when he saw Yun Hen, and immediately asked him to recognize his ancestor and return to his family, and asked about Yan Jingchen's whereabouts. Yun Hen refused his request and told him the truth about Yan Jingchen's death. He was defeated, and was deported back to Beijing by the Emperor Shangyuan, and he was held accountable for the commander of the laboring army and the disaster of the country. Yun Hen wanted not to save him, but remembering Yan Jingchen's dying entrustment, he followed in desperation, intending to be executed by the Emperor Shangyuan. At the time of Yan Lie, for Yan Jingchen's sake, he was spared.
Unexpectedly, Yan Lie was not a fuel-efficient lamp at all. The emperor wanted to punish him, and he, who held the military power in his hand, said, "I will not accept the orders of the emperor outside." Internal troubles, these years have been suppressed by Wuji, and it was so easy to take advantage of Dahan to send troops to Wuji to earn back some interest, but this happened again. Under internal and external attacks, the precarious Qi Xunyi regime collapsed like a hollow building It was winter, the last battle of the palace, Qi Xunyi was besieged by Yan Lie's army, and died in a coma. , In a mess, Shangyuan fell into Dahan's hands in an instant.
The victorious Xiaoqi immediately took advantage of the victory and pursued it, declaring that he would massacre the defeated country. That is to retreat, if you win, kill the whole family of the challenger first.
Shangyuan Wenwu was overjoyed and frowning at this absurd request. General Dahan and Xiaoqi are famous all over the world for their bravery, who can take his move? His eyes turned back and forth, and turned to Yun Hen. Although this was a subject of Taiyuan, Yan Lie had made him his heir before he died. Although he refused to accept it, he was at least Shangyuan's future emperor, the future emperor He himself is a master in the world, why not fight for his subjects
All the ministers implored one after another, begging the new king to succeed to save the people from the fire and water, but Yun Hen had no choice but to succeed, and asked to fight Marshal Da Han, fighting each other, needless to say, Xiao Qi lost.
When Xiao Qi retreated, he waved his hand very happily, and the thousands of troops and horses made a "crack", and they all turned around. Just as they turned around, Xiao Qi curled his lips and talked to himself.
"What massacre the city, isn't it just to make you the boss."
Yun Hen didn't know that Qi Xunyi might not have been defeated so quickly, and Yan Lie, who was in his prime, might not have died suddenly. That day, the two queens of the world joined hands to clear the obstacles in his way, so no matter who they were, they would be defeated. With one kick, Qi Xunyi could be instantly trapped by the Dawan secret army trained by Ji Yu, and Yan Lie could die silently at the hands of the Fufeng wizard.
The young man who wanted to drift his whole life and was never willing to fight for himself finally stepped into that high and cold position, just like the emperors of those two countries, at the peak of his life, on the golden throne far above the horizon. , looking out of the sky from a distance, the woman who smiled sweetly and flew to the top of the extreme north.
Beyond the sky, the top of the extreme north.
These vicissitudes in the five continents have not disturbed Meng Fuyao's rare leisurely and peaceful life for the time being.
Accompanied by her eldest grandson Wuji, she toured the mountains and played in the water. Although the Evergreen Mountain is full of snow-capped mountains and there is nothing interesting to do, the two of them traveled all over the mountains with great interest, digging through the snowdrifts to find evergreen plants. , Climb down the deep valley to look for evergreen beasts, when there is nothing, look at the mountains flying like silver dragons, look at the undulating sea of clouds, and watch the sun rise on the top of the snow-capped mountains, shining the sky and the earth in a silvery white , but the two pairs of eyes that were looking at each other were brighter than ice and snow.
Their steps seem to be careless, but they often move in a certain direction intentionally or unintentionally. Sometimes, somewhere, in front of a certain rugged cliff, the two of them will suddenly stand still, facing the sea of clouds under their feet, and say at the same time: "Hey, back then we were walking here… "
Then they both shut up and looked at each other with a smile.
Maybe the previous life has been erased, but the call deep in the blood is still there. Those places they walked together hundreds of years ago, the common memories they shared, and when they set foot again hundreds of years later, they immediately rushed to their faces.
Sometimes they don’t go anywhere, and deal with some things in the temple. The eldest grandson Wuji is now the lord of Qiongcang and Wuji. The closeness of the centralized system is naturally a very difficult reform for Qiong Kung, which has been a theocratic country from the beginning and has lasted for hundreds of years, but Meng Fuyao believes that as long as it takes time, Changsun Wuji will eventually achieve his goal The goal is to gradually eliminate the influence of theocracy on the people. The Evergreen Temple will eventually strip the political power, separate church and state, and no longer let the illusory theocracy control the entire life of the people in the sky.
Evergreen Temple starts with him and ends with him.
Although these affairs cannot be carried out immediately and resolutely, they should be nibbled early. This is what Changsun Wuji is good at. The first step is to abolish the establishment of official positions in various temples, abolish the system of dividing temples and altars, and change the system of provinces, states and counties , reformed the selection system for believers, opened the door to select scholars throughout the country, replaced and enriched lower-level officials, and stepped up from the bottom to the top, gradually sacrificing the political power of the Evergreen Temple.
When Changsun Wuji was busy with these things, Meng Fuyao sat on one side with his chin resting on his shoulders, warming himself by the charcoal stove, but don't think that she would be able to add fragrance to her sleeves and study ink at night, that was simply impossible for Queen Meng. The sunflower seeds, knocking and knocking impatiently, let the master of the palace peel her the sunflower seeds with magical magic. The melon seeds belong to her, and the melon seed shells belong to Nine Tails and Master Yuanbao. If those two protest, she will throw them into the ice and snow. My lord doesn't care about the ice and snow, but Kyuubi is very aggrieved, scratching the door to protest - I saved you three times, you promised to reward me well!
Queen Meng's conscience has always been very small, Jiuwei scratched the door for a long time, she threw out a bag of melon seeds - the unpeeled ones, knocked them off by herself.
After kneading melon seeds, I dozed off again, with my head on my chest bit by bit, but I refused to go to sleep. Every time I passed the halazi to my eldest grandson Wuji, every time my eldest grandson Wuji looked up after finishing something, he would see the lotus flower under the lamp. , sleeping uglier than a bear, I had to stop writing with a smile, and carried her back to the room to sleep.
Of course, sleep is sleep, it doesn't mean much, Meng Fuyao thinks, if you are not married yet, don't let a little personal desire affect the perfection and uniqueness of the bridal chamber wedding night.
So His Majesty the eldest grandson, the eldest grandson, the palace master had no choice but to face the beauty in her spring sleeping posture, force herself to suppress herself, and do something that men love to do.
Naturally, Meng Fuyao's poison of "locking love" was also cured. The last antidote was blindly in the temple, which was always in charge of the temple master. The problem that had troubled her for a long time was solved at this moment.
So basically, as long as it's not too much, Queen Meng will ignore it.
Her life was a little lazy, a little casual, and a little dazed. She had been busy all the way for a long time, and kept moving forward with a goal in her heart. Purpose and meaning, suddenly nothingness.
Back in the Jiuyi Hall, when faced with a decision, she chose to save her eldest grandson Wuji, but it doesn't mean that she will be able to leave her mother behind.
She is that lotus, but she is not that lotus, that lotus only existed for the patriarch at the beginning, but now this lotus has reincarnated itself in the fireworks of the world, and all the love, hatred and concern are gone. is her own.
However, she didn't say anything, and she didn't have to think too much after making a choice. If Changsun Wuji is so affectionate, how could she ask him—you have inherited the magic, is there a way to send me away
At the beginning, she tried so hard to find the great supernatural being in the temple, but now that the great supernatural being is beside her, she can no longer speak.
She gradually became depressed, but she was always forced to smile; she didn't sigh, but she was always absent-minded; she ate little, but drank a lot; she often talked in sleep, but she didn't know that someone would listen quietly through the curtain all night, The slanting shadow fell a little desolately in that round of moonlight.
On the day when the moonlight was brightest, on August 15th of another year, a round of silver plates hung high on the Evergreen Mountain. Because the sky was so high and far away, the moonlight seemed so pure.
On the top of the Jiuyi Hall, an exquisite table was set up on the high jade platform, where she and he sat.
There is no need for any servants, and there is no need for outsiders to interfere with the hard-won reunion. The eldest grandson Wuji personally poured the wine for her. The clear wine shone like a ball of silver under the moonlight. She smiled brightly at the silver light, Said: "Look, look, the moon in the sky, the moon in the glass, reunion wherever you go."
Changsun Wuji caressed her slightly rosy face, which was full of wine, and saw that her eyes were smiling but desolate. He paused with his fingers, and gently moved the corner of her lips, wiping away a little of the wine, and said with a smile: "Drink!" And drank too much."
Meng Fuyao was about to refute, but he saw that he brought the finger that was stained with the wine on her lips close to his own, and gently sucked it like that.
Her face suddenly turned red, and under the moonlight, she was as delicate as a newly blooming crabapple flower.
"The wine I drink in my life is the most mellow in my heart at this moment." Changsun Wuji smiled beside her. He didn't sit opposite her, but squeezed beside her. Both of them were wearing thin clothes. The hot air, obviously didn't touch it with the fingertips, but miraculously knew that it was soft and silky, yearning, the peach blossom deep in the quiet path.
Meng Fuyao propped his cheeks with his hands, and looked sideways at the man's face. This man, the most exquisite face in the world, is the most exquisite face in the world. It will make people dizzy if you look at it for a long time, especially if you are a little drunk. Her eyes immediately rippled like water, and when she looked at his drunkenness from her drunkenness, she could vividly see the floating fragrance, the twilight of the moon, the brilliance of the galaxy, and the darkness of the silvery man.
And he just showed her like that, seemed to be smiling too, the smile was deep and shallow, sparse and slanted, with the same indecipherable arc as hers.
"Fuyao..."
She gave a soft "hmm", half-drunk.
"Say what you want to say."
Meng Fuyao's fingers trembled, half of the glass of wine was spilled, and most of it was sober in an instant - she was actually not drunk, her drinking capacity had recently increased sharply, and it was not so easy to get drunk.
say... want to say...
He still... saw it.
That's right, she smiled, the eldest grandson Wuji Crystal's darling, no matter how well she concealed it, Meng Fuyao couldn't escape the mirror.
What are you thinking
The most common old saying is to miss relatives every festive season.
The dust has settled, and there is nothing left to worry about. On this full moon night, the wan and perfect moonlight always reminds her of the hut in that life, the moon cakes shared with her mother, egg yolk lotus seed paste, she likes egg yolk mother likes lotus seeds Rong, so the moon cake is not divided into two halves, but the egg yolk is dug out and the lotus seed paste is left. After eating the moon cake, the mother and daughter laughed, held hands and went for a walk-the moon cake is too high in calories and needs to be digested.
It is said to be a walk to digest food, and in the end, I often bought sugar-fried chestnuts and came back. I put them in a paper bag and slapped them in the palm of my hand. The heat of the chestnuts came out, warming the coolness of the town’s mid-August night in the lunar calendar. The yellow chestnuts are round and round. Full, sweet and moist in the mouth, also like a smile under the bright moon.
But now, on the 15th night of August again, who will accompany mother to celebrate the festival? Who eats the egg yolk in the lotus paste or the lotus paste in the egg yolk for her? Who put the chestnut in her palm, dripping round
If you get the consummation at this end, you can't get the reunion at the other end.
Changsun Wuji stretched out his hand and put it on hers. The heat in his palm burned her, and even her heart seemed to tremble, but the eyes were encouraging, warm and tolerant—as long as it is your concern, I want to share it .
Meng Fuyao sighed softly, thinking that he is not a good actor, why can't he be more heartless, or simply be more introverted, or forget his past life, or just hide it tightly, which is better than staying up and down now , Hanging himself is also difficult for him.
"I think..." At this moment, there is no need to hide it anymore, and if you hide it again, you will fail him. She raised her eyes and looked at him clearly, "I want to know how my mother is doing now."
Changsun Wuji covered her with his hands and did not move. His smile seemed to be a little shallower, a bit like the moonlight turning over the platform at this moment, but his tone was still calm, and he only said one word.
"look."
The moonlight was like satin, slowly opened in front of the stone table, Meng Fuyao suddenly saw the mother on the other side of the moonlight.
No, I can’t see my mother, I only see the hospital bed, all kinds of beeping instruments, the doctors and nurses busy running by the bedside, and a bony hand hanging from the edge of the bed, which is full of blue needles, and age spots.
I saw that where the hand was hanging and the fingertips were drooping, an old fairy tale book was opened on the ground, flipping feebly in the wind.
Seeing the crowd busy for a long time, they became quieter, the doctor walked away quickly and told the nurse: "Issue the critical illness notice..."
I saw the nurse trotting after the doctor: "She has no relatives..."
The doctor asked questioningly: "No relatives? This patient has been critically ill several times, but she seems to be reluctant to leave, so who is she waiting for?"
…
Meng Fuyao's face suddenly lost all color.
She froze in the moonlight, soaked inch by inch by the cool moonlight, or was she cooler than the moonlight? It was only cold for an eternity, but she seemed to be cold forever.
Her eyes fell on the wine glass in front of her. The wine was not yet full of fragrance and allure, and it seemed like whipping at the moment - her mother was critically ill, struggling alone on the line of life and death, but she was singing and drinking wine in another world, celebrating the festive season with her lover .
That wine is fine wine, it is venom, it is so fragrant and mellow in the throat, but it is hard juice in the stomach.
Slowly, she clenched the glass tightly, tighter, tighter.
The pure gold wine glass was squeezed softly in the palm, extruding the thin edges and corners, piercing the skin, a little deep red was dyed on the brilliant and gorgeous gold leaf, so bright and dazzling.
A hand gently stretched out, and took away the shapeless wine glass, Changsun Wuji waved his sleeve to close the moonlight, looked at her who was frosty under the moonlight one day, sighed softly, and embraced her in his arms.
She immediately rested her head on his shoulder blades and hugged his waist with both hands, like a drowning person looking for a sleeper to climb on. Her face and hands were so cold that everything she touched was frozen.
He immediately adjusted his internal breath to make himself warmer. Meng Fuyao buried her head in his arms, her body trembling slightly. Her body fluctuated from hot to cold, and the smell of alcohol slowly rose up. heat up.
The heat immediately made him slightly stiff, and he couldn't control it for a while. Although the two had been together for a long time, she was always very shy about physical contact, and she ran away whenever she got close. Like tonight, this almost entangled posture has never No one else.
Changsun Wuji took a low breath.
He is a man of the right age, a man who is strong both mentally and physically. He naturally has the desires of those men, but he doesn't like to be like those men. He can have sex with any woman he wants. He only wants his own woman, as long as The half that belongs to me, for this reason, did not hesitate to wait for a long time, more than twenty years.
He wants to hold her in his arms, take her to the clouds, and become one in the climbing and entanglement of each other. That is the most admirable ascension in the world, blooming in the joy of the world, shining like a star.
But no, not now.
She is in pain, she has just learned that her esteemed relative in that life is critically ill, her attachment now is just a subconscious reaction of inner pain and fragility, he should not possess her like this, who is still in a daze, and is tainted with shadows in the most beautiful moment .
Changsun Wuji stood up a little stiffly, hugged her up and said, "I'll take you back to your room."
She didn't speak, she snuggled into his arms like a cat, she breathed lightly, with a faint scent of wine and virgin body, her hair softly brushed over and fell on his chin, making him stiffer, almost I can't even coordinate my steps.
After finally returning to the room, he didn't turn on the lamp at all. He put her down under the moonlight, and kissed her lightly on the forehead: "Sleep..."
She still didn't speak, but when he was about to get up, she suddenly put her arms around his neck.
The fragrance from all around is a little bit stronger, the room is full of charming fragrance, the moonlight is so soft, as soft as her eyes at the moment, Changsun Wuji's heart was shocked, and he felt like he was soft in an instant, and when he leaned over, he was pulled by her down.
He half-kneeled by the bed, his clothes were pulled half-slanted by her, under the moonlight his delicate collarbone was touched, he didn't fix his clothes, he just asked her in a low voice: "Fuyao..."
She said "hmm".
He still wanted to say something, but she had already moved her lips together.
It was the first time she took the initiative to kiss him, her posture was a bit clumsy, but her lips were as soft as the most delicate petals, there was a faint smell of wine between her teeth, more of a sweet and rich smell, which belonged to her, coming from the clean depths of her body As for the seductive taste, she imitated those seemingly experiences, gently pried his teeth with her tongue, and in exchange for a chuckle from him, she sucked her tongue instead.
As soon as he took the initiative, her boldness just now disappeared completely, a little confused and a little passive, he didn't know when he was already on top of her, tightly entangled her, he kissed her delicately, tasting her sweetness little by little Warmth, the close lips and teeth touch each other slightly, the voice is soft and trembling, she trembles, but he suddenly moves away, and instead gently kisses her white forehead, kisses her moist cheeks, kisses The tip of her cool and lovely nose, his kiss was accompanied by light bites, not painful but a little itchy, she couldn't help but shrink back, just moved his body, he immediately groaned, gasped and buried his face in the socket of her shoulder superior.
She froze, feeling a certain change in his body, she was at a loss for a moment, and tried to avoid it, but his body tensed up a bit, and he hummed in a weak voice, she immediately dared not When he moved again, his hand on her waist suddenly hooked his fingers, and the belt fell down without a sound.
Before she could react, he twirled his fingertips, God knows how dexterous he was in stripping people's clothes, obviously she didn't feel it, the clothes suddenly fell to the ground, and there was a soft pile under her feet, her coat, underwear Robe, homemade underwear... There is a small flower on the bra, a simple five-petal flower shape. He leaned down and kissed her slightly, and then he peeled it off with one hand. She was startled and subconsciously covered it up. , but it was a step too late, and he heard him laughing lowly: "I apologize to you... I was wrong before..."
She looked at him questioningly, and his eyes swept across her chest with a smile.
She was ashamed, and then she became angry. Not to be outdone, she pulled him down, and hurriedly tore his clothes, which was not gentle, and he was not in a hurry. The removed obstacles were thrown away one by one.
Suddenly, when the moonlight cools down, each other's eyes light up, and each other is calm in the same silver light.
Her figure is like a beautiful mountain, where it rises and falls, it is the softest poem. The moonlight reflects her body like jade and glass, outlining the most moving pale golden curves, starting at the beginning and ending at the end It is closed at the turning point, which is breathtaking, and lingering in the deep place makes people tremble. She seems to feel that the moonlight is embarrassing. She raised her arm to half cover her eyes, and from her arm to her waist, she slanted out a seductive arc like flowing waves. , like a vortex that makes people willing to sink forever.
Covering his eyes, but looking at him secretly, why does this man even have such a good figure? Why even the skin on the body is as smooth as silk? Aren't you afraid of attracting the sky's jealousy... Before I finished thinking about it, my eyes fell and my body became heavy, and he had already gently covered me.
She trembled, one side of her face touched his shoulder, and suddenly felt a strange touch. When she opened her eyes, she saw hideous scars on both shoulders, and there were deep scars on the wrists holding her, especially the left hand. Some, the skin is slightly raised after healing, flaws in perfection, such glaring and painful scars.
Her tears fell immediately, fell on the pale red scar, and slowly spread on the uneven skin. She gently stroked the scar, and the tears fell endlessly, as if she wanted to wash away the scar with tears. The scars that made her painful, washed away the pain he had suffered for her, and even washed away the traces she left in his life, the traces that he, the proud son of heaven, should not have endured.
He turned his shoulders sideways, as if trying to avoid her gaze, but the injury was on both sides, and it was the same on both sides, so he could only smile wryly, hug her tightly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay...it doesn't hurt..."
Words like coaxing a child were a bit silly coming out of his mouth. She burst into tears more urgently, but she smiled amidst the splash of tears, and reached out to hug his waist.
He was inspired, and pressed her closer, gently holding the pearl-like smooth and delicate body in the palm of his hand, kissing the peaks and valleys over and over again, kissing her warm softness, his body was also trembling slightly, rushing in the scorching flames. Wanting to rush, but always moving forward gently and slowly, she was wrapped into a soft cloud and a piece of smooth silk by him, tossing and turning in his palm, rubbing with fiery strength, her mind was burning with a fiery sea of fire, both hot and dizzy , Fingers pinched deeply into the smooth texture of his back, she was a little bit full under his lips and palms, but derived an extreme emptiness, like a cry of need from the depths of life, longing for the magma-like heat and warmth from him full.
In a dazed consciousness, she instinctively raised her body to get closer to him, he panted, firmly grasped her curvaceous slender waist, and pulled her closer to him, making each other's bodies more fit, and the friction between the skins ignited Xinhuo, he hugged her tightly, panting in her ear: "Fuyao, I'm here."
She let out a low "hmm", then her body froze for an instant, and a faint moan emerged from her lips. It wasn't until she softened herself into a pool of spring water that he galloped over from thousands of mountains and rivers... He And her, from now on, truly integrated, from now on, she has really given herself to him.
Then her tears fell, she hugged him tightly with sobs, buried her face in his shoulder, her lips were next to his ear, she tilted her head to enclose his earlobe, and said clearly in his ear: " I love you."
I love you.
I met for the first time 15 years ago, reunited four years ago, separated and reunited and moved across the seven countries. Until today, at the northernmost tip of the Wuzhou Continent, I can finally tell you frankly, I love you.
I loved you a long time ago, but I told you until today.
The person holding him was silent for a moment, and then fell down heavily. He bent over, found her lips, kissed the tears that fell on her lips, and smiled softly: "Love me, why are you crying? "
She was silent and covered her eyes with his hands, but he suddenly turned her over. Before she could exclaim in surprise, she had already landed on him. Underneath were his hazy eyes like the sea. He looked at her deeply and asked her: "How long have you loved me?"
How long have you loved him
She was suddenly stopped by this question, how long have you loved him? It seemed that it was only a moment of shock that left a deep engraving, and it seemed that after a long time of lingering, the heart marks were imprinted. In her world, he has always been a special case. He was lingering at the beginning, and he may still be a stranger now.
How could such a man who is unfamiliar with her fall in love with her who is worthless? What is so good about her? Willful and selfish, he broke his heart along the way, and in the end... She closed her eyes and didn't look at him, but he seemed unwilling to relax, as if he wanted some kind of proof, and still asked her: "How long have you loved me?"
How long have you loved him
Perhaps it is the pain of blood on the snow in the four realms of the sky, the coolness of the ice cave in the place where the gods roared at Tianfeng, perhaps it is the embrace in the heavy rain of Xuanji Lijiazhuang, it is the silent and tacit understanding of Yuheng in the chasing and killing. warmth.
Or even earlier, the smiling man playing the piano across the lake in the Wuji Palace, the angry scolding in the hot spring of Haoyang Mountain in Yaocheng, and even the stranger on Xuanyuan Mountain extended a helping hand.
Or, these are none of these, but just those heartfelt support and companionship during the long journey, the silent bit by bit encroachment that sneaks into and moistens things with the wind, the painstaking efforts to pave her way that are silent and unwilling to be known to her, Let go and complete with a broad mind.
Let the free soul who does not want to be fettered finally look back for him.
She smiled with her eyes closed, kissed his face, and said softly: "A long time... a long time..."
As the kiss fell, so did the tears. Tonight, she loves to cry very much, and is also very soft and indulgent. After the initial shyness passed, she boldly and proactively tried to tease him. Everyone's body is wet with delicate light, she is like a swimming fish, swimming wetly between each other's bodies, embracing him more tightly over and over again, and letting her indulge herself today, making up for all his shortcomings and deficiencies along the way, If possible, she hopes to compensate more, more...
This hug is so indulgent, this love is so endless, this night of tearful death lingering, it seems to dedicate a lifetime of blood to each other.
She was sleepy and weak in the morning, so he let go, and his fingers slid over her sweaty back skin. She closed her eyes and pretended to sleep, and heard him whisper in her ear: "I love you too... a long, long time... .”
She closed her eyes and listened quietly in her painful heartbeat, listening to him fall asleep and breathe evenly, and waited for a while before sitting up quietly.
He fell asleep peacefully, neither entangled her nor pressed her down, which made her no longer have to worry about how not to disturb him to get up, she stared deeply at his sleeping face in the last darkness before dawn, that peaceful face The skin is noble jade white, and the long eyelashes cover it, casting a beautifully curved shadow under the eyes.
She leaned down slightly, as if she wanted to kiss those eyes, but she finally stopped in mid-air, and dropped a kiss into the cold dawn air.
She quietly sat on the bed with her knees hugged for a moment, the darkness fell heavily on her shoulders, and she seemed to be shivering slightly under pressure.
Immediately, she got up in her clothes and floated out the door without a sound.
Never look back.
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She walked in the dawn of Evergreen Temple, walking forward, holding thin golden pages in her hands.
That was the last of the golden pages left by the gale.
The last page of the golden page was full of strange lines. She didn't see what it was. Now that she has lived in the Evergreen Temple for a long time, she finally understands that it is the map of the Evergreen Temple.
How the map of the Evergreen Temple was in that book, how it was taken away by the wind, and the connection between this book and her fate, now she doesn't know the answer. What she noticed now is the place specially marked in the map.
The soul-receiving underground palace of the Evergreen Temple.
Hundreds of years ago, she was there, sent away by the founder of the teaching, and sent her to another dimension, reincarnated from generation to generation, waiting for each other to return.
Now she is going there.
Without knowing the news of her mother, she can still deceive herself and others. However, after seeing that scene tonight, she can no longer be hard-hearted and stay like this, so that her mother can't wait for her to die in a miserable way. After death, no one will die. In this world, she can enjoy herself worldly happiness.
Such happiness, in the days to come, will turn into a knife that kills her heart, cutting her heart and heart every day, cutting her life to pieces, dripping with blood.
At that point, it won't be happiness either.
She can only go back, and this farewell, there is no chance to look back.
Although she has inquired about the way to leave, and even intentionally or unintentionally searched for records of such magical methods in the Temple of Evergreen, although what she hopes most is to go back to die for her mother, and then return to him, but it is her I also know that this idea is too absurd, it is nothing more than a dream, the space is split, there is a one-in-a-million chance, it is lucky to be able to go back, how can it be possible to travel back and forth like this