The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

The mountain breeze blew the girl's black hair.

The red hijab was blown to the branches of the cliff aside.

Shaky.

When Emperor Shijun arrived, his heart stopped for a moment when he saw this scene.

He called her as gently as possible, "Shu Shu, can you come down? It's cold up there."

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and glanced at him, then kicked off her toes, and a stone half the size of a palm rolled down, as if it hit Emperor Shijun's heart, causing pain and stinging pain.

"Brother, come up."

Her tone was a bit stubborn.

Emperor Shijun nodded slightly and stepped on the void to fly to the top of the mountain in the blink of an eye.

The girl sits on the edge of the cliff.

Her eyes suddenly turned red, as if she was wronged, "I remembered everything, brother."

She pointed to her heart, "It hurts...it hurts so much here."

"I know, I know, Shushu, I'm not Mo Dan, I won't do that to you..." Di Shijun saw the right moment, pulled the girl tightly into his arms, and comforted her warmly.

The girl was quiet for a moment, then cruelly curled her lips, "But I don't love my brother at all."

A sharp knife inserted into the heart.

Blood stained her white catkins.

"The only one I love from the beginning to the end is Mo Dan."

She said word by word, "Since Mo Dan doesn't want you to live, then brother just go and die..."

Banshu gently pushed Emperor Shijun away. Behind him was a dark, huge and strange whirlpool, filled with black mist, which looked like a bottomless and ferocious bloody mouth. Emperor Shijun looked at the sweet but cruel girl on the cliff in disbelief. smile.

"……Womanly?"

My heart felt like it had been stabbed completely with a sharp knife.

The cold wind carried the rough stones.

Inch by inch, grinding into his flesh.

Crush him to pieces.

Pan Shu lowered her eyes coldly.

Hate her.

In the end, regret it too much.

My dear hero.

She dropped the knife dripping with blood and turned to face Fuce's complicated and incomprehensible eyes.

Pan Shu didn't panic at all, she was so calm that she didn't seem to care about being bumped into. She even laughed softly with interest, "I am really a bad fox, don't you think so, Mr. Dao~"

After regaining her memory, she becomes evil and unpredictable again.

"You committed murder."

Fu Ce gently closed his beautiful phoenix eyes with difficulty.

Thick long eyelashes reflect a thick shadow on the lower eyelids.

His voice trembled slightly.

"Ha," Pan Shu seemed to have heard some funny joke, "I am a monster that Lord Dao calls evildoers. How come I kill people in Lord Dao's mouth, but it seems hard to accept it..."

Fu Ce took out a white and clean square handkerchief from his arms, held her hand, and wiped the blood on Ban Shu's hand over and over again.

Both eyes are red.

"You know..."

"What." Pan Shu raised her thin eyelids indifferently.

"……nothing."

Fu Ce did not look at her, he clenched the handkerchief tightly with his finger bones, and the blood seemed to be blooming on the snow-white brocade handkerchief like red plum blossoms.

There is a touch of strange and magnificent beauty.

"Don't make the same mistake again."

Pan Shu found it funny, covered her lips and laughed softly, charming and passionate, "What is a mistake?"

"Harm the innocent." Fu Ce opened his lips gently.

Pan Shu raised her eyebrows noncommittally, "Taojun, do you know that there is a saying in the world... Beauty grows old easily? My face, if there is even a trace of wrinkles, it will make me feel uncomfortable and want to die. When I become an old woman, Daojun As handsome as I am now, I want to do bad things even more~"

She chose to become a monster.

this moment.

But Fuce just wanted to kiss her hard.

With that in mind, I did it.

He hugged the girl's soft waist tightly, covered her moist lips with his thin lips, and rubbed them carefully without going deep, just kissing her again and again.

Green and lustful.

Pan Shu pushed him away, wiped the corners of her lips, and said disgustedly, "Master Dao's kissing skills... are really bad."

Fuce saw the disgust in her eyes.

It was the first time I had an inferiority complex.

He pursed his lips slightly.

"This is my first time... I'm not very good at it yet, you can teach me."

Pan Shu sneered, "I don't dare to tarnish Tao Lord."

Fuce vaguely knew what path she wanted to practice.

The demon said.

She was born with all her immortal bones destroyed.

If she can't become a fairy, she will become a ghost.

But... the path of demons and ghosts is to do all the evil in the world, using the mortal desires and greed of mortal bodies as fertilizer for cultivation.

Say it bluntly.

If you want to practice the path of demons and ghosts, you will be rejected by all realms, despised by the way of heaven, and practice a crooked way by stepping on the bones of men.

Neither a demon nor a monster.

nondescript.

Demons and ghosts are Fuce's mortal enemies who are born to fight to the death.

"Banshu...you can't..." Fuce said with difficulty, "Don't let yourself fall."

"That's because Mr. Dao has not experienced my despair yet..." She gently touched him with the tip of her small and delicate nose, and rubbed him coquettishly. Her eyebrows were so innocent that even Fu Ce was absent-minded for a moment.

"I was so scared and in so much pain."

"I love Mo Dan, but when I loved him the most, he mercilessly used me as a tool to conceal the ways of heaven."

"I love Emperor Shijun. On the one hand, he wants to marry me, but on the other hand, he wants to continue to practice his immortal path...cultivation as an immortal is so long. To him, I am just a pastime to tease when he is bored..."

She gently wiped the tears from her face.

Whispering softly: "Why are men so sweet-talking and secretive? They say they love me, but they want to hurt me thousands of times?"

"How could I not understand what Emperor Shi-jun is thinking..."

Pan Shu curled her lower lip mockingly, "He stayed with me for a hundred years like a charity. After I died, he continued to practice his way lightly. I was just the most insignificant part of his long years... But, it doesn't take a hundred years. , I am old and ugly, will he still love me?"

Fu Ce was silent.

Men are such superficial creatures.

How deep the love was in the beginning.

But as the beauty fades.

That deep love will bore him.

Fuce opened his mouth, he wanted to say that he couldn't...

If she doesn't want to become ugly or old, he can search for her all over the world to nourish her beauty and refine the thing that will keep her youthful forever, even if it goes against the will of heaven.

But he knew.

She won't believe it.

The roaring air froze for a moment, and Fu Ce looked at her quietly, "You love him, don't you."

"You can't hide it from me, Pan Shu."

He curled his lips warmly and said in a calm and indifferent tone, "You know that Mo Dan has set up a soul-killing array around the courtyard. Today was originally the day when Emperor Shijun died, and you were just saving him."

The girl's expression stiffened for a moment, "No."

"No?" Fuce approached her step by step, "Under this black whirlpool, although there are dangers and dangers, it is an opportunity for Emperor Shijun. Don't you know?"

Fuce frowned strangely, as if he really didn't understand.

"Why do you hate him but love him at the same time?"

"Why do you always give your heart to others so easily?"

Pan Shu smiled coquettishly, "My heart... can also be given to Lord Dao. Would you like to give it a try, Lord Dao?"

Fuce's heart skipped a beat.

In addition to the tearing sound of wind, there was also the thumping of the heartbeat.

I have seen Pan Shu love someone before.

Some kind of beautiful desire suddenly arose in his heart.

——The desire to be loved passionately by her.