Mo Shifang originally thought that all of this was Di Shifang's mood, and all of this was Di Shifang's love.
But when he saw the person in front of him covered in blood and stubbornly moving forward, he realized that the mood didn't just come from Di Shifang, but also from him...
Everything she said, every word, was hidden deep in his soul.
She just hooked it up and said it, and everything came out...
In the end, just like what he said, both the Emperor Shifang and the Demonic Shifang are the same person.
He couldn't bear to let her suffer.
She sighed slightly, and just when Mo Shifang stood up and wanted to approach her, Lu Jiuque suddenly spoke.
"do not come!"
Mo Shifang paused, but saw the girl covered in blood slowly straightened her back and smiled in his direction.
"This time, let me come to your side, okay? Shifang..."
Whether she is a demon or an emperor, please let her go forward with you.
The bright and dazzling smile is more dazzling than the morning light breaking through the clouds.
In this way, it reached the deepest corner of his heart...
Can't forget.
Can't let go.
Can't bear to leave.
Inseparable.
He was not just a spectator to his countless tender feelings and doting on her.
"enough… "
Mo Shifang spoke in a mute voice, and stepped down from the throne step by step. After meeting the girl's slightly sad and helpless eyes, his cold heart instantly became a mess.
"That's enough, I'm coming over..."
What does it mean to be betrayed by yourself
If he was the one who met her first, maybe he wouldn't be willing to share her with her.
Even though they are one person...
Thinking like this, Mo Shifang's eyes began to change.
From the purest color of chaos, it was quietly dyed with silver light.
The long, satin-like hair began to dance slowly, twisting and intertwining, almost imprisoning and restraining it to the end...
"Shifang..."
Lu Jiuque raised his eyes differently, and the next moment, someone touched her cheek gently.
The tall man leaned down and kissed her lips gently, swallowing the blood from the corner of her mouth into his belly bit by bit, lingering and lingering.
His kiss is gentle, delicate, patient, loving...
Lu Jiuque couldn't help but want to cry, and finally opened the door gently and accepted his further favor.
They rely on each other and let the most direct and intense senses erode each other's souls.
Such a kiss.
Breathe like this.
Such enthusiasm.
Such tenderness.
Who else could it be if it wasn't her Shifang
"Shifang..."
She softly uttered the name and raised her hands to wrap around his neck. Blood was still flowing from the wounds on his body, soaking into his body and making his internal organs hot and painful.
"Jiu'er..."
He called out the name.
I thought it would be very difficult, but I didn't expect it to flow out of my mouth so naturally.
It was as if he had already put this name on his lips and tasted it thousands of times.
Lu Jiuque.
Nine missing.
Jiu'er.
…
Mo Shifang tightened his strength uncontrollably and used the power of darkness in his body to slowly repair her body.
Even though her internal organs were severely damaged, she still kept a smile on her face, because every little movement he made and his slightly red ears told her that this person was Shifang.
very nice…
Her ten directions…
When I think about it, a touch of grievance comes to my mind...