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Su Qiyu sat in the dim light of the altar, slowly tidying up the bones in his hands that did not belong to him.The entire cave fell into a long silence again, which made time run aground here, and people began to face themselves again.

The past sorrows and joys, love and hatred, the good and bad in the world, no longer become Su Qiyu's troubles.He looked at the breached gap behind the altar, smiled and sent him his aura.

On the top of the cave, the flame-bathed phoenix roared into the sky from the bottom of the valley, and Qi Se's body instantly ignited the lifeless Wanzhang Cave, passing through the gap surrounded by poisonous vines, a raging fire was startled behind.

Xiao Mo put his arms around Phoenix's neck, leaning against his body to avoid being thrown off by Wu Xing: "Xing Xing... Let's walk back..."

Wu Xing didn't think so, he finally obtained the magical power, and knew his fate with Xiao Mo - he would be the one who would accompany him to the end - he had to find a way to vent his excitement to the point of explosion.

Wu Xing kept walking through the mountains and valleys, turning his body from time to time, just to make Xiao Mo hug himself tighter.

Xiao Mo also let him make trouble. After all, the Manzhang Cave is a dangerous place now, and no one else will see it.

"When the front reaches the flat bottom, let me down."

Wu Xing responded, and turned two more circles before he retracted his wings and landed.

Before Xiao Mo could stand still, the white and tender little guy threw himself into his arms, rubbed his neck, stretched his hands into Xiao Mo's clothes, and muttered: "Ah, I'm so tired. , it's better to hug."

Xiao Mo smiled helplessly: "Who insists on flying back and forth non-stop."

Wu Xing's hand was wrapped by Xiao Mo's left hand, and he couldn't touch anything, so he could only pouted and said in disbelief: "I'm a beast, you should be a little enlightened, okay, ordinary people don't have this kind of treatment."

Xiao Mo messed up Wu Xing's slightly curly hair, looked at those big smart eyes, and the shadow of the eye-catching eyes in the dream floated over again, Xiao Mo blurted out and asked, "When will you grow up? "

Wu Xing's paws didn't move at all, and his baby-fat face wrinkled into a bun. After a while, he said "eh": "Yes~"

Xiao Mo thought it touched Wu Xing's pain point, after all, no one wants to be treated as a child, but growth always needs it. . .

"Hu~~"

Xiao Mo's words of consolation stuck in his throat, the child who had just reached his thigh instantly raised his figure, the lingering mist lightly accompanied him, the hem of the spotless white gown was slightly swayed, and a seven-color The collar brings out the appearance that is not like the world.

Exactly the same as him in the dream.

Wu Xing pulled his clothes back and forth, his waist-length hair was loose, and when the wind blew, it covered his entire face, as if being entangled in a spider's web.

"What a mess!" Wu Xing yelled, pulling back his long hair, and tied it behind his head with his hands, and when he raised his eyes, he bumped into a bottomless spring.

This was the first time Wu Xing saw Xiao Mo like this.

The green forest is deep, not as deep as his dark green gown. The mountains behind him retreat to open the way for him. The evening glow falls on his shoulders amidst the sparks that have not yet been extinguished, like a soul fire that is ignited instantly, flickering Slowly upwards.

Wu Xing held his long hair and stared blankly, the two clusters of red rouge in the corners of his eyes were crumpled and shattered between smiles, he said: "You are so pretty."

The rippling spring instantly set off ripples, Xiao Mo opened his arms towards him and said softly, "Come here."

Wu Xing's legs consciously took two steps forward, and he pushed his head into Xiao Mo's jar of fermented wine.

The unfettered long hair danced up and down with the wind, the hair brushed against Xiao Mo's cheek and the tip of his nose, and finally settled down in his palm.

Wu Xing's lips were pressed against Xiao Mo's right shoulder. In front of his eyes was the dim sunset. In the sunset, surrounded by mountains and forests, the branches and leaves were rustling, and the wind blew away, showing a graceful figure.

His sight has long been covered by the mess of hair, but his heart is beating wildly.

Wu Xing once thought that he was just a bridge, standing on both banks, to cross a person named Xiao Mo; but now he realized that Xiao Mo had already crossed the bridge, but had been waiting on the other side.

"Xiao Mo?"

"I'm here."

Wu Xing pursed his lips into a smile, and said against Xiao Mo's earlobe, "I like you."

"I know." The sensitive earlobe shrank, but the voice was still faint.

"You don't know." Wu Xing took half a step back, took Xiao Mo's left hand and placed it on his throbbing heart, and then took his right hand to help him catch the long hair flying all over the sky.

Wu Xing evoked a smile, raised his toes and hugged Xiao Mo's neck, and kissed that thin and cold lips accurately, just like he had practiced in countless dreams.

The interlacing of lips and tongue makes people addicted, as if they are addicted. Wu Xing doesn't know where he got the courage, and he doesn't know where he feels that his kissing skills are better. In short, it is true that he was the one who occupied the dominance at first, but the other party was Xiao Mo. Any field can always easily achieve excellence.

So the ground began to shake again, the spirit beasts in the distance began to howl, and the scene of the end of the world was staged in the red brilliance of Buddha's light. Wu Xing's arm was forced to rest on Xiao Mo's shoulder before he could loosen it in the future superior.

They demanded amidst the rumbling background sound, panted when the dust began to spread, and fled when the ground cracked.

In the green curtain, a white figure instantly turned into a seven-colored phoenix bird, wearing the compassion of my Buddha before the doomsday, carrying the unsatisfied man soaring away.

The long-rumored disaster in the Xuanwu Continent has finally arrived.

For Wu Xing, the history of this continent has only just begun.

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I’m so short, I’m fine, I’ll save up, and I’ll be big in two days? (///▽///)