facial paralysis love

Mo Yi stood on the line of life and death alone for a long time, even if the confinement on her body was lifted later, even if the sky came later.

Tian looked at the motionless woman beside Ya, with dull eyes, as if she was dead, and rolled her eyes: "She has already left, why do you have to be like this."

Mo Yi didn't move or speak, only the silent bell around his waist was still ringing.

Tian pouted, I really don't understand the relationship between them, if one dies, the other must be sad, it's not good to live happily: "Do you know what a silent bell is, only a pair can be called a silent bell... ...if one dies, the other dies too."

Mo Yi raised his head and looked in front of him, with tiny stars shining in his eyes.

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After a long, long time, the world has changed a lot, but the least changed is the mortal world.

In the mortal city of Yangzhou, although it was raining lightly, it was extremely lively, because today is the day when the richest man in Yangzhou City, Mr. Shen, married his daughter.

And the other party is the second son of Li Taishou in Yangzhou City. This year's Tan Hualang is a talented person. The two of them are simply a match made in heaven.

Mr. Shen is usually kind and generous, and he has a kind heart. Li Taishou is also a good official who cares about the people and puts the people first.

Therefore, even though it was raining today, there were quite a few people who went out to meet them, and the streets on both sides were full.

In a restaurant on the side of the road, there was a person sitting near the window on the second floor.

A woman in white was holding a teacup in her hand. She was well-proportioned, her eyes were picturesque, her thin lips were lightly pursed, her temperament was elegant, with a slight sense of alienation, but she was not very cold, ethereal and indifferent, so beautiful. outrageous.

She looked out the window casually and carelessly, as if she was watching the rain or people, or she didn't look at anything.

Xiao Er was taken aback, and thought to herself, who has such a great blessing to be able to marry a celestial fairy?

"Xiao Er, will Master Shen's daughter pass by here?"

The woman spoke, her voice was cold and soothing, it was very comfortable to listen to.

Xiao Er took a deep breath and smiled: "That's natural. If you want to reach Li's Mansion, you have to pass this street."

The woman's eyes froze, and she looked out the window: "How long will the sedan chair come?"

Xiao Er looked out the window: "Hurry up, at most there is only half a stick of incense time... Is the girl going to the banquet?"

Mo Yi withdrew his gaze, turned the teacup in his hand, and said in a dull tone, "Probably."

She wasn't sure either, maybe, maybe not.

What a strange beauty, Xiao Er shook her head and backed out.

Just after he left, Moyi put down the teacup and sighed softly.

God said that Xiaoxi is not dead, but her soul has fallen into reincarnation, but because it is the devil god, there is no record in the underworld, so she can only look for them one by one.

The most annoying thing is that the sky said that Yanxi was destined to die, and she finally left a soul like reincarnation, so she must not be known by the sky. Therefore, when she was looking for Xiaoxi, she could not use spells, so as not to be noticed by the sky of.

This simply increased the difficulty countless times, and it was harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

However, since she is still there, why not look for her?

Even if you need to turn over the whole world to find it.

A year ago, she came to Yangzhou City and met many people. Yesterday, she found that the fate of Miss Shen's family was the most similar to Xiaoxi's, but she was going to get married today.

So she stayed here just to confirm when someone came. If it was Xiaoxi, she would be knocked out and taken away. If not, she would continue to look for it.

Anyway, she has been looking for it not for hundreds of years, but for thousands of years, and she has long been used to being disappointed.

"The eldest lady of the Shen family has heard that she has a beautiful face, beautiful appearance, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she is dignified and elegant, virtuous and family-run, and the second son of the Li family is suave, handsome, and talented. match."

"Who says it's not possible, and the two of them are still childhood sweethearts, the relationship between childhood sweethearts. The second son of the Li family said before the scientific examination that if he achieves fame and fame, he will return to his hometown in rich clothes and come to marry the eldest lady of the Shen family."

"Sure enough, it's true love. I heard that the parents of the two families have engaged in child marriage since they were young. It really is far-sighted..."

Upstairs, Mo Yi curled her lips calmly, "Tch, what is true love, she is the true love, what is baby kiss, they are destined for three generations, what is perfect match, they are destined by God.

Some stupid people, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, she and Xiaoxi are destined, okay? The second son of the Li family is an onion.

He is also a talent, romantic and suave, and has learned a lot.

Nonsence!

With her good-looking, with her smart, has she ever learned from others?

A bunch of stupid mortals with short-sightedness and poor eyesight.

"Actually, I don't think they are a good match."

Moyi's eyes lit up, the hero saw the same thing, she followed the voice, and it was a pretty girl who said it.

"What did you say, what do you know?"

"That's right, what do you know, you're obviously jealous of others."

The girl didn't care about the insults around her, she rolled her eyes lightly: "You don't understand, I think, in fact, this young lady of the Shen family likes a woman."

The surrounding voices stopped, and everyone stared at her.

"Girl, don't talk nonsense, you will be beaten to death."

"Girl, how do you know?"

The girl smiled: "Of course I know, because...the person she likes is me."

The sound of inhalation followed one after another.

Moyi upstairs: "..."

I thought that a woman who understood righteousness and was extremely intelligent came, but who knew that this woman was a rival in love.

Don't ask Mo Shangzun's mood at this moment.

It's pretty bad anyway.

Finally, the welcoming team arrived. From a distance, there was a huge battle. There were 16 people in the sedan chair, the sound of gongs and drums was loud, and there was a happy wife twisting and twisting on the side. Well, it kind of ruined the aesthetic feeling of the picture.

Mo Yi drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, picked up the umbrella beside him, and went downstairs quickly.

The second son of the Li family rode a big white horse and walked in the front, not smiling too much.

Suddenly, he stopped because there was a person standing in front of him.

A woman, dressed in white like snow, is holding an oil-paper umbrella, on which thin strands of rain fall, like an ink painting from afar.

"I don't know who the girl is, why are you blocking the way?"

Mo Yi didn't speak, just pointed his finger, the air around here seemed to be quiet, and everyone stood motionless.

Holding an umbrella, she walked towards the sedan chair step by step, opened the curtain, and there was a woman in red sitting inside with a hijab, her figure was very similar to Yanxi.

Mo Yi's breathing was a little messy, and he grabbed the red hijab with trembling hands.

She was used to being disappointed, but she was still afraid of being disappointed.

People are strange creatures. Compared with despair, they are more afraid of disappointment, because in the former, you will not have any hope, but in the latter, you hold hope, but you fall into despair again in a blink of an eye.

For so many years, Moyi had hope again and again, but fell into despair again and again, that kind of repeated loss, the pain of worrying about gains and losses.

She, having tasted it too many times, got used to it, and also, was even more afraid.

With the hijab down, she had a beautiful face, but her eyes were a little dim.

Miss Shen, not her.

Mo Yi closed her eyes and gave a wry smile, sure enough, God, she was still playing with her.

"Beauty, it's not good for you to flirt with the bride so openly in front of your own daughter-in-law."

The familiar tone, with three points of blame, three points of joking, three points of ridicule, and one point of relief.

Mo Yi turned around, and it was that delicate woman, she smiled, her appearance changed, and she became a peerless face, her eyes were so bright that the stars dimmed a bit.

Mo Yi was stunned, and the oil-paper umbrella in his hand dropped, and amidst the crisp ringing of the bell, came a voice: "Xiaoxi."

The crowd looked for her thousands of times, and when I looked back suddenly, the person was in a dimly lit place.

The sea of ​​people is boundless, the years are turning towards each other, Xiaoxi, we will meet again after all.

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