Senior sister Bai Yueguang has picked up the BE male second script

"Host, he just came to tell you something, why do you have to tell the truth?"

"Sooner or later, we have to find out. If we tell you earlier, we won't be in such deep trouble."

She raised the altar and spoke coldly, but suddenly frowned and thought of another thing, muttering as if to herself.

"Master can be regarded as the Human Emperor. Why didn't he bring the Dashi Princess with him? Without the Human Emperor, whoever the princess marries will become the emperor. Couldn't he have imagined it?"

"This..." The little system scratched its head, its brain couldn't figure it out.

Mu Qing suddenly had a bold guess in her heart, and her eyes were cold.

The moon is as cold as water, and the wind blows and the clouds cover it.

The small system thought of what happened during the day and reminded aloud, "The host crushed the dianthus petals today. It seems that the dianthus demon has absorbed Fang Yuran's luck for at least ten years, and also controlled Udal to use the concentric knot on the two of them. , its cultivation level is not low, host, you must be careful."

"Yes," Mu Qing threw the empty wine jar. The wine jar slid down the roof, and then fell off the city wall, with a shattering sound. "This proves that the demon clan began to arrange the current drama at least more than ten years ago."

She was already a little tipsy, and her usually cold face was now blushing slightly. She reached out to get the wine next to her. She chuckled twice, but there was no trace of laughter, instead there was a hint of ridicule.

"The most interesting thing is that I received a letter from Negli today. The leader of Cangzhou is an evil cultivator and has secret correspondence with Mengwu. It turns out that they are in cahoots with each other."

Mu Qing seemed to have a headache and frowned, so she simply lay down and propped one elbow on the tile, while holding up the wine jar with the other hand.

"Host, don't drink. Shark Pearl doesn't care about hangovers."

Mu Qing just pretended not to hear it and continued to drink sip after sip.

Until the moon reached its peak, she fell down and touched Wuming in a daze.

"Huh?" Her eyes cleared for a moment, she drew her sword and sat up. The sound of the sword made her wake up for a moment.

Then Wuming unsheathed her clothes, and the hem of her clothes flew, but the tiles under her feet did not make any sound due to her footsteps.

The clouds are as light as fog, and the shadows of the moon blend together.

"The moonlight in the atrium is clear and bright,"

She murmured softly.

For some reason, the moment her voice fell, the surrounding air became silent for a moment, becoming increasingly sad and silent, and even the moon was filled with hazy mist and tears.

When I closed my eyes, I was filled with the screams of the five thousand Mongol soldiers and the scenes of men showing off their heroic deaths.

She obviously won, but she felt sad in her heart.

Why offer sacrifices to the Qingming Festival and why the souls of the dead are at peace?

The white clothes flickered against the moon, and the sword light was cold. The hand holding the sword became harder and harder. Her sword swing seemed messy, but there was a sense of desolation.

"Countless poplar flowers pass without a shadow."

The Wuming in his hand brushed the surrounding airflow, sending flying flowers out of thin air, and countless petals fell from the roof.

As soon as this move was completed, a tile under her feet was shattered by the sword energy. The rubble rustled. She was drunk and hazy, and her figure tilted.

The breeze blew by, and a figure in a python robe supported her, half of the black clothes blending into the night.

"you're drunk?"

During the day, I felt something strange in the Wuming Sword, and at night I finally had time. When I came over, I saw her drinking herself like this.

"Qi...Jiyuan?" She tried her best to open her eyes wide and get closer, almost touching the tip of her nose.

As the smell of alcohol approached, Qi Jiyuan lowered his eyes slightly and frowned.

"I'll take you down first."

Qi Jiyuan hugged her and jumped off the roof, climbed through the window and entered the room.

As soon as Mu Qingjia landed in the room, she pushed him.

However, Qi Jiyuan held on tightly, and the friction of clothes sounded. He raised his lips and asked, "I don't want you anymore after using it?"

"I...shouldn't have been soft-hearted." Mu Qing leaned on his shoulder, half asleep, as if recalling something, and whispered to herself.

Qi Jiyuan lowered his head and sniffed her neck. There was a hint of sobering incense in the wine, "You took away my marrow before, and it was the sin of killing gods. Now if you do anything wrong, you will be punished by thunder." Punish each other."

"Hey." She sneered and pushed him away with a wave of her hand, "Am I afraid of being struck by lightning?"

"..."

"Yes, you are not even afraid of death, how can you be afraid of being struck by lightning," Qi Jiyuan raised his eyes slightly, but his voice was condensed, "You are connected to me by heaven, so I won't..."

Mu Qing was swaying, and when she heard the word Tianqi, she suddenly said, "Getting married... is all an act!"

She grabbed Qi Jiyuan and stood still, raised her index and middle fingers up to his eyes, her brown eyes as clear as glass beads, "Both times, both times..."

Qi Jiyuan frowned, "Who else are you with..."

"Look at the sword!"

Wuming raised his blade but stopped in front of Qi Jiyuan.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, "This is my sword, are you using it to hurt me?"

She whispered in confusion: "Last time... wasn't it okay?"

"I stabbed it myself last time."

Not hearing her reply, Qi Jiyuan lowered his head and bumped into her raised head.

"Is your head made of iron? It's so hard." His chin hurt from the impact, and he raised his hand to rub Mu Qing's head.

"You're so naughty."

Mu Qing's voice sounded disgusted. She let go of her hand and Wuming fell to the ground. She rolled onto the bed and closed her eyes. She almost curled up into a ball, like a kitten.

Qi Jiyuan picked up the nameless sword lying on the ground, put it in its sheath and placed it beside her.

Mu Qing fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, but her breathing became more and more erratic, as if she was having a nightmare, and her eyebrows frowned. Qi Jiyuan waved his hand gently, her eyebrows relaxed, and her body relaxed a little.

There were several thunders in the sky, Qi Jiyuan raised his head and looked out the window, his eyes instantly turned into golden vertical pupils.

The thunder in the sky suddenly became smaller, and the rolling dark clouds receded.

His pupils returned to normal, he lowered his head to look at Mu Qing who was sleeping peacefully, and said softly: "I stopped the thunder of five thousand Mongolian soldiers for you, do whatever you want, and I won't stop you this time."

Wuming buzzed at the side, and Qi Jiyuan patted it.

Then his eyes fell back on the sleeping face of the person on the bed.

"I am leaving."

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