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

The sunken wall is like a wash, and it seems that you can reach it by walking along the stream in front of you.

Like the people around you, they are no longer out of reach.

The ink-colored robe fell down, covering the soft flower branches and suppressing the shimmering deep red.

Shaoqing gently put Mu Qing down, and when the breeze blew, the corners of her dark robe and the moon-white clothes on her body touched each other, creating a lingering arc.

He took her hand and pulled up his sleeves, revealing a fair forearm, but there was a row of deep holes on it. The edges had begun to rot and turn black, and the blood vessels under the fair skin were turning black and purple, making it look dark to the naked eye. It can be seen that it is spreading.

Shaoqing narrowed her eyes, scooped up a handful of stream water, and sprinkled it down bit by bit. The stamens bloomed and swayed all the way until it brushed her arm.

As soon as the stream touched the wound, it healed visibly.

The spreading black and purple receded, and Shaoqing realized that the hand holding her wrist felt soft and greasy, and she was reluctant to let go.

He quickly pulled down his sleeves and took care of them for her, watching as Mu Qing showed no sign of waking up.

The wound is healed, but now the spiritual energy is exhausted, but in this secret realm, the creek is the place with the most abundant spiritual energy.

He raised his eyes and extended his sight along the creek. Not far away, the crimson covered area was sparkling, reflecting the rising and falling gentle moonlight.

Only then did I realize that this place was not an endless sea of ​​flowers. It had just been covered in the same deep red color as the flowers, but there was actually a sea of ​​red in front of me!

He put on his clothes, picked up Mu Qing, and continued walking forward.

The trajectory is like swimming through a sea of ​​flowers, with crimson flowers colliding, and then returning to tranquility after a while.

Shaoqing soon came to this deep red sea. There was a small bamboo raft on the shore. He tentatively stepped on it. The bamboo raft was very stable.

The afterglow of the bright moon pours down, gentle and quiet, in the dark red night sky, blurred by the mellow smell of wine.

Shaoqing looked at Mu Qing who was lying on one side. Spiritual energy gathered around her. Her hair was scattered under her body and merged with his dark robe.

He stretched out his hand, and his slender white hand was particularly conspicuous on the edge of the dark robe, trembling slightly.

This sea is overflowing with alcohol.

Perhaps due to the influence of Tu Su's illusion, his breath was also tainted with the smell of alcohol.

Somewhat drunk.

His hand was in the air, and the fingers with clear joints were clean and neat, but he still didn't dare to touch the quiet woman next to him.

The sea breeze entwined the petals on the shore, and the subtle fragrance was intertwined. He leaned down and cast a shadow on her body.

Mu Qing's eyelashes were brushed, and shadows were cast in the corners of her eyes, making her look less cold than usual, but quiet and gentle.

Shaoqing pursed his thin lips slightly and felt that his two lips were separated from the middle. Some cool air rushed between his teeth, and then exhaled together with the sound in his throat.

"Sister."

There was sparkling light and probing in his eyes, covered with a layer of mist like red silk.

Mu Qing didn't move, her breathing was even and gentle.

"Sister..."

This sound was different from just now, it reached Shen Wenxi's ears with a bit of hoarseness and numbness.

Mu Qing has her eyes closed now, and she can't see it, but she can hear her heart beating hard like a drum. The sound is not fast, but it is slowly rising with indescribable emotions.

Just when I was wondering why there was no next sentence for a long time, I heard an extremely suppressed and restrained call.

"Mourning..."

The ending sounds are full of lingering emotions, like misty waves, touching the heartstrings.

The cautious breath was close at hand, but the gentle exhalation was burning in front of her.

Shaoqing's raised hand finally fell, and stopped just before touching her. It seemed that his hand could feel the warmth of her cheek, but he didn't dare.

This was the bright moon in his heart, and being able to touch the moonlight made him feel even more happy.

The girl in white was lying on his robe, as if the fallen moon god had been contaminated by his breath, and his heart was already going crazy.

She cannot be blasphemed.

His fingertips were slightly curled, but they grasped a strand of her hair. He leaned forward and kissed the strand of hair almost piously.

This can be regarded as... getting what you want.

The fantasy sea was quiet and vast, with a bright moon half-peeping out of the sea behind him. Under the cold moonlight, his fingertips passed through the soft hair, and the agarwood lingered on the tip of his nose, and the hot kiss melted away the cold fragrance.

Shen Wenxi silently observed this scene with his spiritual consciousness.

The calmness in her heart set off huge waves, one wave of surprise overshadowed another, and finally it slowly subsided.

As someone who is currently in this body, she can clearly realize that it was not her heart that moved just now, but this body...

This body has long since woken up, but has been pretending to sleep.

So, Mu Qing... also likes Shaoqing?

This was what surprised her.

So many things have been explained. Eight hundred years ago, Mu Qing might have been able to be with Shaoqing, but in order to save the world, she had to marry Qi Jiyuan.

In the end, he picked out the divine marrow and ruthlessly threw Qi Jiyuan into the path of gods and demons. There is an explanation.

The reason is actually because of Shaoqing?

But where was Shaoqing when Mu Qing died?

This kind of devout and almost pathological love made Shen Wenxi a little frightened.

In this way, he also regarded himself as a lover, and that's why he pestered him.

What a pathetic person...

But she can't tell Shaoqing now that she is not Mu Qing, so should she let him continue to make such mistakes?

Shen Wenxi frowned.

Shaoqing from the outside world was keenly aware of Mu Qing's movements. He paused, gently loosened her hair, sat up and resumed his previous casual look as if he didn't care about anything.

But at this moment, the surrounding area was cracked, and suddenly a huge wave came over the Tusu Fantasy Sea, and the Shaoqing who was sitting beside him was turned into pieces and scattered.

"Wenxi!"

A familiar shout came, "Mourning" sat up, looked at the people getting closer and closer in front of her, and stretched out her hand.

The moment his hand was held, Shen Wenxi returned to his original appearance.

She looked at the person in front of her and shouted in a complicated voice, "Uncle Shaoqing."

"Are you hurt?"

Shaoqing ignored her expression, knocked her carefully, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He raised a smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "As long as you're okay."

The surrounding scene almost collapsed. Shen Wenxi was about to speak, but unexpectedly a black hole appeared under his feet and he fell straight down!

Shaoqing took her hand without hesitation and they fell together!

The rumbling sound could be heard all around, and the next moment it was as bright as day!

Shen Wenxi closed her eyes subconsciously, and the spiritual energy exploded around her. Shaoqing pulled her and just turned her body aside, when Nan Minglihuo flew past her, wiping her cheek.

"Keng——"

The snow-colored sword shadow appeared from the corner of his newly opened eyes, blocking Nan Ming Lihuo's heavy blow!

Shen Wenxi looked up and saw that Mu Qing and Ye Hongyu were fighting!