am i a devil

Wang Mo exhausted his prehistoric power to control his strong desire to transform the cock crow deep in his heart into the cock crow in reality. He took a deep breath, and then repeated Xun Ying's statement: : "Your grave goods"

"Yes, because the relationship between status and status is always changing. Sometimes you can be regarded as a half-public figure, and you need to feign death. It's like a golden cicada escapes its shell." Xun Ying sent a big star to cause commotion wherever he went. Spreading his hands, he looked a little bit in need of a beating.

Wang Mo: "..."

"This ring must be very precious." Wang Mo then took the velvet box from Xun Ying's hand, held it carefully in his palm and looked at it carefully, asking Xun Ying.

"You should feel it, because there are tomb robbers coming to steal it." Xun Ying nodded and said.

Wang Mo: "..."

Love each other for a second, Wang Mo thought.

"What happened next?" Wang Mo asked.

"Later, I sat up and asked him what he wanted to do while the cicada was shedding," Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

My partner is a wolf, Wang Mo thought, but he also felt a little relieved, so that when he is not with him, he will never suffer.

-

Because Wang Mo received a priceless ring from Xun Ying, so he figured that he should also come up with a comparable gift in return, so he researched on marriage and love social media every day.

Wang Mo first checked the auction prices of antiques with similar workmanship and age to this ring on the Internet, and then felt that it was impossible for him to return the gift according to the social etiquette whose return price was similar to the gift price.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Even if I'm a star, it's still not enough for you to sell me." Wang Mo evaluated his commercial value, and then said to himself sadly.

He read some strategy guides of girls who cried about being poor and claimed to be slum girls, and then saw a story about a girl who bought raw materials and saved a wedding ring by herself.

"Raw materials..." Wang Mo thought for a while, and felt that there seemed to be some tricks, but further investigation was still needed.

He was thinking about this matter in his mind, and found that he had stayed in the house for too long today, his back was sore and his legs were cramping, so he planned to go downstairs for a walk.

When Wang Mo went downstairs, he saw Lao Mao leading a group of kittens in the form of middle school students to change into sports clothes. Seeing him coming, he greeted him.

"Brother Cat, children, where are you going?" Wang Mo couldn't help asking curiously as he looked at Lao Mao and the others in sportswear and Jigong hats made from newspapers.

"Go and tidy up some warehouses for Xun Ying, and find some things like cups, plates and bowls for the banquet." The old cat said.

A grand scene of a museum appeared before Wang Mo's eyes.

"Can I go too?" Wang Mo asked enthusiastically.

"Okay, I didn't call you because I was afraid you were tired. If you are interested, let's go and have a look together." The old cat said.

So the group of people came to Xun Ying's closet by relying on the navigation system of the supernatural circle's separate system.

The so-called Xun Ying's closet is actually a building.

Wang Mo: "..."

Forget it, since the first day I walked into my wife's small courtyard, my nerves have bid farewell to peace and become weak. This is probably fate, Wang Mo thought so resignedly, of course, I can To marry a wife who is as beautiful as a flower and as rich as an enemy, Wang Mo is ready to give everything, let alone just a few thickened nerves.

The old cat was worried that the cat cubs would be deformed during the work, so he didn't let them directly touch those priceless eaters. Push the cart at the back, in this way, even if you suddenly become a cat cub, you won't fall into a [-] million cup by mistake.

Wang Mo didn't know anything about antiques, so he had to watch Lao Mao choose.

The old cat first picked out some regular bowls and dishes, and let the cat cubs transport them out. Then, according to the list in his hand, he compared the items displayed on the shelf over and over again, and finally found a photo that matched the form in his hand. The same-looking object was carefully taken out of the safe-level display box.

"What is this?" Wang Mo asked the old cat curiously, looking at this simple and unsophisticated object that he seemed to have never seen before.

"It's a kind of food utensil. I don't know what it is. I'm not that old yet." The old cat said very honestly.

"The following things are specially prepared by Xun Ying for their group of immortal friends, and they are prepared according to their backgrounds." Lao Mao introduced to Wang Mo.

Wang Mo: "..."

Although I can't name this artifact, it still feels like it's made of bronze, Wang Mo thought to himself.

Then he saw that the old cat took out the skull of a large animal from a more hidden corner.

Wang Mo: "..."

How old my wife is older than me is probably an eternal unsolved mystery, Wang Mo thought.

In order to avoid further stimulation, Wang Mo wandered secretly into other spaces of the storage building, and saw all kinds of things that opened his eyes.

Wang Mo walked slowly, and when he looked ahead, he saw an area similar to a library.

Although Wang Mo's academic qualifications are mediocre, he has a strong desire for knowledge, especially after suffering a few times of ignorance in the process of fighting wits and courage with Xun Ying.

So Wang Mo walked towards the suspected library with great interest, and then he saw several books on the bookshelf that looked almost identical in appearance.

At first, he thought it was the book clothes that the library put on for all the books, but after looking at it for a while, he felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

Because these book jackets are not stamped with the name of the book in gold letters like in ordinary libraries, but only have the year record.

Wang Mo felt a little curious, so he opened a book casually, and found that it was still a manuscript. The page he opened read "A certain day in a certain year, a certain month, sunny to cloudy, having a drink in the study, half a day free .”

Wang Mo just shared Xun Ying's handwriting. He is no stranger to this handwriting, and can even write it exactly the same.

This is Xun Ying's handwriting, dated decades ago.

Wang Mo: "..."

What to do, I really want to see it, Wang Mo thought to himself.

However, he is a good young man who never randomly flips through other people's letters and private diaries without permission. Even if it belongs to his lover, Wang Mo still hopes to read it after getting his permission.

So Wang Mo let go of the matter for the time being, and went back to help Lao Mao and the others with their work.

-

In the evening, after dinner, Wang Mo was still thinking about the diary, so he talked about some love stories he had heard.

"I heard that when it was a campus romance, it was very popular to exchange diaries with each other, and some people confessed to each other by exchanging diaries." Wang Mo said.

"Really, that's quite romantic." Xun Ying nodded.

Although he agrees with Wang Mo's point of view, he doesn't seem to have much interest in this kind of pure love between boys and girls in their youthful years. After all, this way of dating may not be attractive to the spiritually elderly Xun Ying. force it.

For this kind of straight man who doesn't understand the style, Wang Mo has always adopted the attitude of trying to find out and rectifying the law on the spot. At this moment, he did not make a big move first, but directly expressed his willingness.

"I also want to exchange diaries with you, is that okay?" Wang Mo said straight to the point.

"Oh, that's fine." Xun Ying nodded very politely this time.

Wang Mo took out his diary as if by magic, and handed it to Xun Ying.

"What about yours?" Wang Mo said.

"Well, I'll take you to look for it." Xun Ying nodded and said, anyway, they would go for a walk outside after dinner every day, and now that it's over, it's okay to just take a walk.

So the two of them put on their coats and went outside together.

With Xun Ying's company, Wang Mo doesn't need to rely on the navigation system on his mobile phone to wander around his home.

"Your memory is so good, you can still remember where all the furniture in your home is built."

Wang Mo said something that sounds like connotation to others, but sounds like a sigh to Xun Ying that is really framing him.

"I didn't remember it at the beginning, but after a long time, I gradually remembered it." Xun Ying said modestly.

"Amo, you will remember this place after living here for a long time." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo, with a sense of calm in the eyes of a typhoon amidst the stormy sea.

"Hey." Wang Mo chuckled, then took Xun Ying's hand and let him take his arm.

"How about we walk arm in arm on our wedding day?" Wang Mo said.

"Okay." Xun Ying nodded.

At the same time, in fact, in the minds of the two of them, the appearance of the other wearing a wedding dress appeared in the minds of the two of them, and then they also coincidentally separated their entangled eyes.

The two walked with their own ghosts, because they were accompanied by someone they liked, so even if they traveled across mountains and rivers, time still passed quickly. Wang Mo felt that it didn't take long, and they came to Wang Mo again. Mo was in front of the warehouse building he had visited earlier in the day.

Xun Ying pushed open the heavy door and took Wang Mo to start their adventure.

The route Wang Mo followed Xun Ying was different from the route he used to follow the old cat to get tableware, so Wang Mo was able to see some other stored items.

"Amo, if you like anything, just take it." Seeing Wang Mo's dizzy look, Xun Ying said so.

"Oh." Wang Mo nodded, agreed, and then put his arms around Xun Ying.

Xun Ying: "..."

"Let's go, take me to see your diary." Wang Mo smiled.

Xun Ying nodded, and led Wang Mo all the way to the place where he kept his diary.

"By the way, Amo, since we want to exchange diaries, will you also show me your diary?" While walking on the road, Xun Ying thought of a topic, and asked Wang Mo.

"Of course, otherwise, why would it be called an exchange diary." Wang Mo said naturally.

"But I guess compared with your diary, my diary may not be so literary." Wang Mo paused, and then said a little embarrassed.

"As long as it is written by you, it is an immortal poem to me." Xun Ying looked at Wang Mo with infinite affection in his eyes.

Okay, okay, I know you have a brilliant literary talent, Wang Mo complained while being moved in his heart.

So Wang Mo, accompanied by Xun Ying's love poems, finally came to the place where he kept his diary.

"Are all these books?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying, pointing to the beautifully bound books that he had seen before, but with only the date and no title on the spine.

"All these books, but there are some others." After Xun Ying finished speaking, he casually pushed a small cart beside him, and then started to move the books. A bundle of bamboo slips came out.