Falling flowers do not return

Not far away is Ximen Chuuxue.

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The stone room was quiet, and the three of them were relatively speechless.

Outside the window came the rustling sound of leaves being blown by the wind—although the golden fox didn't know what kind of tree it was—but it undoubtedly broke the unsettling silence of this mass grave.

"So... that person was really Huamanlou before?"

The golden fox clenched his fists tightly, and the round but hard shells sank deeply into his palms.

He paused every word: "Very good."

"Little Fubuki."

Yu Luocha stepped up to Ximen Chuixue's side and patted the latter's shoulder, in exchange for Ximen Chuixue's cold glance.

The former is not afraid of the killing intent in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes at all, or his skill over the entire martial arts gives him enough capital to play in the world: "This is the little thing you haven't been able to kill. He can recognize Hua ManLou doesn't recognize you, so you can see that Fu Xue is nothing more than that in his heart. It's time to make a decision."

"Nothing to do with you."

Ximen Chuuxue shook off Yu Luocha's hand that fell on his shoulder: "Go out."

The latter smiled lightly when he heard the words, and turned around slowly.

The stone door closed again, but this time the small frictions made the golden fox startled.

Ximen Chuuxue took a step forward.

Golden Fox took a step back.

Ximen Chuuxue took another step forward.

The golden fox wanted to retreat, but found that he was completely stuck on the smooth stone wall.

He was already very close to the window sill, and there was no way to retreat after one step. He could only stand there like a stone statue with cold hands and feet, shrouded in black shadow by the man who was gradually approaching.

One arm was propped on the side of the head, and the corner of the pure white sleeve brushed against the golden fox's cheek with a hint of cold air. He heard a familiar voice slowly saying from above, "You said you ruined my marriage."

"Humph."

Pushed to the extreme, the golden fox exploded the soft fur all over his body to protect himself in a bravado. He followed the sword god's strong chest muscles upwards, grabbed the latter's skirt and pulled it closer, and wiped the firm face of the man with his other hand accurately. Finally, he pinched the other party's chin firmly: "So what? Although the young master didn't see it with his own eyes, it is true that Sun Xiuqing should have died under the sword of Master Ximen. Why, Sun Xiuqing's bones have rotted into dross now, Ximen The owner of the villa wants to seek revenge against me instead? Well, if you kill him, he will definitely not bat an eye."

"...not Sun Xiuqing."

Before the golden fox could figure out the meaning of Ximen Chuuxue's words, the tearing sound of the fabric was already ringing in his ears.

While the tulle fell silently, the golden fox, who was completely naked, was thrown to the ground with his bound hands.

"West! Door! Blow! Snow!"

The long legs were pressed down by the opponent, and the wrists on the top of the head were being wrapped with layers of tulle. The golden fox's limbs were soft and weak, even if he struggled hard, his arms were like a cart, and it was useless at all.

——But he is still trying his best, until the light red gradually climbs up the white porcelain skin, and the two red beans on the rapidly rising and falling chest stand up quickly with blood.

"Pay me."

Ximen Chuuxue tightly bound the golden fox's wrists, his dark eyes were dark and his emotions were indescribable, his eyes glanced inch by inch across the young and flexible and alluring body beneath him.

Black fur, fair skin, and red tulle.

While the three colors bring the strongest visual stimulation, they are also like an invisible net, but it is not the cunning fox who wants to get out.

"Accompany you???"

The golden fox completely misunderstood the two words Ximen Chuuxue uttered. He was panting, restless and angry, but the corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc: "Even the lowest prostitute still has the right to say no, why should the owner of Ximen?" Let the young master accompany you to bed?!"

Ximen Chuuxue turned a deaf ear to it, he squeezed into the golden fox's legs that were desperately trying to get together, grabbed the latter's legs with one hand and pressed up.

The loose long hair scratched the slightest itch, and the golden fox heard the man coldly say in the rustle of the fabric: "Pay me for my marriage."

"......"

The exquisite Danfeng's eyes behind the golden fox mask suddenly widened, as if the stop button had been pressed for an instant, and his struggling waist stopped in an uncomfortable position.

Not Sun Xiuqing...

no......

Maybe he should pay, but what should he pay for?

And who will compensate him for a complete heart that does not gurgle out blood mixed with pus.

Both knees were forced to press against the chest, and the lower body was raised high and hung in the air without exerting any force.

In this posture, the golden fox was so dizzy and dazzled by Ximen Chuuxue's four words that he forgot to resist, curled up and stretched his hands crossed on top of his head several times, as if he wanted to grab something, but only left his hand empty in vain.

"...Young master can't compensate you, eh!"

Before the golden fox could finish his sentence, the man who got an answer he didn't want rushed straight in.

No lubrication, no foreplay, even though this body has been tactfully and happily under different people countless times, the golden fox's lips are still white from the pain.

The forcibly stretched acupoints contracted with difficulty under the man's rough movements, and the tender but extremely dry intestines were brought out a little with the retreat of the wide open and closed, and then forced back, and the red liquid gradually flowed out.

Too tight.

Thin sweat covered the smooth and delicate skin in an instant, the golden fox tried his best to relax his body but it had little effect - he was even sure that the person on his body was not feeling well - the two kept silent as they fought each other.

If this affair happened in Wanmei Villa a few months ago, when the love was strong, it would definitely be a tender and sweet blend of body and mind, but now there is only mutual torture.

The spilled blood gradually lubricated the intestines, and the back acupoint that was involuntarily catered to was also opened, and the entry and exit were no longer difficult, and began to become smoother.

The punitive brutality seemed to be softened because of this.

The long finger wiped the wet black hair on the temples of the person below him, but he couldn't wipe away the teardrops rolling down one after another.

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue kept moving, and the hands that were suppressing the golden fox's knees gradually withdrew their strength, and instead grabbed the latter's waist.

The legs are sore and numb who have maintained the same posture for a long time, so no strength is needed, so they can only hang on the strong and muscular arms of the Sword God. A string of jingle sounds.

"Untie my... ah... hands."

The golden fox let go of the bloody lower lip that he had bitten because he didn't want to make a sound, or because he didn't want to show weakness, and said intermittently: "Master wants to... hug, hug you... Chuuxue."

The last two words he blurted out were tender and tender, like the tiny, almost inaudible moan of a fox cub eager to be pampered.

"Master is very cold, ah!"

"……Please."

"..."

Ximen Chuuxue was silent for a while, but finally he untied it.

The golden fox's words probably carried a kind of magical power, just like he was wrapping Ximen Chuuxue's neck and pressing the latter's tender white hands close to him at the moment, which could always change the sword god.

He pressed the man close to him, raised his head and wanted to kiss him, but because his sight was obstructed and his body couldn't help shaking, he only kissed to the corner of his lips, so he had to follow a little flattering kiss to open the latter's teeth.

The sound of entangled lips and teeth was covered up in the sticky slapping sound of lower body collision, Ximen Chuuxue looked expressionlessly at the person in his arms sucking or licking and trying his best to please him, as if he was thinking of something.

He pulled it all out suddenly, and slammed it in again, the top brushed a little bit accurately.

"Blowing snow, blowing snow—"

The painful voice changed its tone after the Sword God grinded that point again and again, and the golden fox couldn't help but want to close his legs. He leaned back, and his raised neck was pink with emotion: " Hurry up, I want you, I want you..."

"Boom."

The white foam scrambled to flow out as the hard object was pulled out, and then flowed back a little with the slowly shrinking hole.

The golden fox is lying on its side on the fur, the tip of its nose is lingering with a smell of musk, the melodious chirping of birds can be heard outside the window, and the scorching sun falls on the surface of the skin covered with blue and purple handprints except for hickey marks and bite marks for free. .

——From the beginning to the end of the whole night, there was only the unresponsive kiss initiated by the golden fox.

He had no strength and didn't want to move, so he just lay on the fur like this, his whole body clamoring for rest.

The body is exhausted to the extreme, but the mind is terrifyingly lucid.

Ximen Chuuxue will leave the stone room, maybe to prepare hot water for bathing, or just leave the golden fox behind.

Gong Shi's eyes slowly turned around, and suddenly he laughed softly.

He wanted to escape, even if it was impossible for him who lost his martial arts now.

Since the young master was not allowed to die... then the young master had no choice but to escape.

He is absolutely not allowed to be the confinement of those people he became, and he doesn't even have the right to control his body.

He is a palace.

As long as these legs can still move, as long as he can still speak, there will definitely be someone who will be captured and exposed by him.

We'll...wait and see.

"It will feel better if you eat it."

On the fingertips covered with hideous tangled scars is a pure black pill made of unknown substance but full of fragrance.

"..."

Hua Gu is clean, without makeup, her beautiful face is still there, but she is as pale as paper.

The corners of her eyes with fine lines are full of years of weather, and they have not lost their luster for more than ten years.

But at this moment, her eyes were staring at the familiar face deep in her heart, but her eyes lost every bit of their agility.

Lin Miao—or Ni Xiao's soul fragment saw that she didn't respond, and only slightly raised his eyebrows: "Don't eat?"

"Master...where is it?"

Hua Gu hasn't spoken for many days, her voice is hoarse like gravel rolling through Guanghua Liuli under heavy pressure——

Her dry and wrinkled lips opened and closed for a long while, and she only asked one question.

"It's so sad, Aunt Hua."

Ni Xiao raised the corners of his lips indifferently, he crushed his two fingers, and the black pill instantly turned into fly ash, floating on the ground: "Shouldn't you just sit here?"

"You are not young master."

Hua Gu covered the wound on her waist with one hand, and struggled to sit up from the bed: "Even if you have the same face - you are not the young master."

"..."

Ni Xiao watched her coldly struggling between the quilts.

However, the latter struggled for a while, but failed to get up.

With a barely audible sigh, he put one hand on Hua Gu's back and helped her up, and the other hand pulled the round pillow beside Hua Gu's waist.

The movements were careful and meticulous, as if he didn't want to make Hua Gu hurt more.

"Thank you."

Hua Gu was supported by him on the round pillow, she suddenly thanked her.

Ni Xiao paused slightly, and he withdrew his hands and hid them in his white and wide sleeves.

With his long legs stretched and folded, his body leaning back, he sat lazily in the sunlight—even though he moved casually, his clothes were disheveled, and he even had the same face as Lin Miao, he still had the same face as Lin Miao. different beauty.

He raised his fair and slender neck slightly, exposing the three thousand waterfalls of blue hair and the remaining two headbands on his left temple to the sunlight.

"How about Aunt Hua treating her deity as Lin Miao? Why bother to be so fussy."

He squinted his eyes: "Ordinary people respect ghosts and gods the most. If it were someone else, it would be too late to be ecstatic."

Hua Gu was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "I have always regarded the young master as a parent and child in my heart - what mother would use her parent and child to worship ghosts and gods?"

"Besides, I still don't know which fairy demon you are."

Her face was calm, but her eyes were faintly filled with eagerness, doubts and grief: "Just like I always thought that the crazy old man was just an ordinary person who can punch and kick."

"Ordinary people?"

Ni Xiao seemed to have heard a joke, he changed the posture of crossing his legs: "Which one of the three people in Yinbingzhai is an ordinary person?"

"And the reason why you have no doubts about the "crazy old man" and you don't even notice anything wrong with him is because he has sealed your memory again and again."

Hua Gu slowly raised her hand, and bit by bit she untied the forehead where Dongzhu was falling.

She held the forehead that belonged to Mrs. Lin with paper-colored ten fingers, and caressed the warm, valuable beads, as if she could use this to convey her anxiety and guilt to Mrs. Lin under the nine springs: "Sealed memory?"

"It's just a small thing to him."

Ni Xiao supported his chin with one hand, his handsome face formed a stark and shocking contrast with the extremely ugly five: "It's not easy for him to seal the memories of you and Lin Miao one by one over the years."

"...If that's the case." Hua Gu was still pinching the dark blue half-worn forehead, she lowered her eyes to hide the emotions in her heart: "Who is he? Who are you? Why did you appear in the young master's body."

"It's a long story." Ni Xiao seemed to be quite patient. He tilted his head slightly, and fine hair on his temples fell down in front of his eyes, cutting his eyes into pieces.

He said with a shallow smile, "Anyway, the deity can't leave this room now, so it doesn't matter if I tell you."

"Since you live at the foot of Qinghe Mountain, you have more or less heard about the legendary three deities, four families and six sects."

"The so-called three respects refer to the head of the sky, Qing Ming; the law-enforcing elder, Qing He, and the sword-holding elder, Qing Fake. Among the three, he ranks second. He is known as "Jiyue Gaofeng" and is praised by others. "Flying flowers, picking leaves, autumn maple blossoms, crossing the river, cooking snow and white rhinoceros laughing" Qinghe Xianzun, although his cultivation level is the lowest among the three, he has the highest reputation in the fairy world and is also the most admired."

Ni Xiao's voice was steady and unwavering, as if he was not talking about a generation of immortals who were known to all women and children a thousand years ago, and he himself did not force such legendary figures to death with his own hands. At the same time, Qinghe Xianzun is also the peak master of Xiangzhu Peak, so most of Qinghe's fourteen disciples call themselves Xiangzhumen."

"The fourteen disciples are Xiu De, Chen Xing, You Shu, Kai Feng, Yi Yao, Dong Rong, Yi Xin, Zi Pei, Lu Li, Chen Liang, Mi Ge, Du Ruo, Mu Qing, Jing Yun—but that's not important. , what matters is who the "crazy old man" is."

He looked with satisfaction at the look of astonishment on Hua Gu's face: "In the battle between immortals and demons two years ago, Qinghe Xianzun fell and blew up the Nascent Soul and fell by the Yuxiu River." He suddenly raised his hand and pressed his heart with his palm, frowning slightly, as if His long eyebrows frowned as if his heart hurt suddenly, but then he recovered his complexion, but still covered his heart: "Fourteen disciples died in battle... Eleven, two were seriously injured, and one was missing. Ranked fifth among the disciples, his name is Yiyao. He has a single spiritual root of the wood attribute. He can control Mu Zhi's attacks with the Xun sound. He is good at all kinds of formations—whether defense, sealing, or control. As long as there are Mu Zhi around him, he will have the power to fight .”

Hua Gu's lips whispered for a while: "The crazy old man is..."

"Five disciples of the Xiangzhu Sect, Taoist Master Yiyao who is known as "Rain Dao Linhe"."

Ni Xiao still propped up his chin, and the playfulness in his eyes did not change.

"..." Hua Gu was speechless, and the hand that was holding Mo's forehead became tighter.

"As for who this deity is and why he is in this body... Since you don't remember what Tian Yiyao said before, it's better not to know."

"tell me!"

Hua Gu suddenly raised her hand, she stared intently at the lazy person on the chair: "I want to know."

"That's what you want to know."

Ni Xiao raised the hair in front of her forehead, and wrapped the soft black hair around her fingertips: "I am Ni Xiao."

"...It is said that the massacre of Xiangzhu Peak up and down made Qinghe Taoist Changdao disappear..."

Hua Gu seemed to hear her own voice as light as a feather, fluttering and illusory: "Ni Xiao Mozun?"

"The soul of Demon Venerable Nixiao." The man laughed with evil aura overflowing with rage and unruly: "After that battle, the main body condensed love, friendship, family affection, memories and other useless things he thought into his soul. The soul, separated and fell into reincarnation, also became the deity in disguise."

"As for why the deity is in your young master's body—"

He got up slowly, and the moon-white fabric rubbed against the wooden chair, making a small sound: "Because the deity is Lin Miao."

"It's impossible!" Hua Gu's face suddenly changed: "This is impossible! You are obviously not the young master."

"Why can't this deity be Lin Miao?"

Ni Xiao walked slowly beside her, leaning over to look at the panic-stricken Hua Gu, her long hair slipping down behind her: "Back then, the deity was entangled with Qinghe's last soul, fell into the lower realm and entered reincarnation——Lin Miao was just The soul that was fused with Qinghe's remnant soul before the deity was awake and successfully devoured Qinghe."

"you are not."

But Hua Gu turned a deaf ear to his words, her eyes were firm, she looked directly at the face of the young master she had brought up from a young age: "You are not."

"...It's not good for women to be too sensitive."

Ni Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"I've already died once, so naturally I'm not afraid."

Hua Gu looked directly into Ni Xiao's eyes.

"interesting."

Ni Xiao straightened her waist: "It's okay to tell you, although Lin Miao was created by the fusion of the deity and Qinghe before, but Qinghe took the lead in character—that's why he was so soft and let others squeeze him."

"...Recently, the young master's temperament has changed drastically because of you." Hua Gu asserted.

"Yes."

Ni Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, and he smiled nonchalantly: "Lin Miao disappeared on Qinghe Mountain when he was ten years old, although even the deity didn't know what happened to him. But since then, every time Lin Miao got sick, it was the original The entangled deity and Qinghe were separated little by little. At the beginning, Lin Miao was too young to bear the pain of separation, so she became stupid."

He looked at his hands covered with tender flesh and centipede scars, as if he was looking at an interesting toy: "As time went by, although the number of his illnesses decreased year by year, the peeling was successful every time he fell ill."

"Until the day before yesterday, Lu Si's arrival became the last one to be stripped off, releasing the deity."

He tilted his head slightly, and looked at the silent Hua Gu from the corner of his eye: "But no matter what, this deity is also "Lin Miao"."

"What are you talking about, little junior sister?!"

Mei Qi didn't expect Mei Zi to have such a reaction at all, he stared wide-eyed: "Have you ever thought about who they might be?! And if they really are, what benefits will it bring to the Mei family?!"

"In the eyes of senior brother, my thoughts are probably very naive..."

Mei Zi was still holding Mei Qi's hand, and her eyes were full of sadness: "But when I think of the tragedy of thousands of years ago and half of the memorial tablets in the ancestral hall - I can't make such a decision, no matter whether they are Qinghe Immortals or not. With Daoist Lu Li."

"Junior Sister!"

"Qinghe Xianzun, Daoist Lu Li?"

An arrogant voice sounded together with Mei Qi's voice of hating iron for nothing.

Mei Zi and Mei Qi were startled, they turned their heads to see where the voice came from.

But he saw that the door of the main hall was opened half way, and two figures, one tall and one short, stepped out slowly.

The taller one has sharp eyebrows and eyes that almost penetrate the soul.She has short hair that reaches her ears but has a hot body. She is dressed in plum red and catches the eye. She wears a long black whip around her waist and knee-high boots. She is very capable.

The short one seems to be just a child. She still has baby fat face with round and lively lacquered eyes, ponytails on both sides swinging back and forth, and a small and exquisite golden light armor covering the whole body, very cute.

What is not cute is a huge epee in her hand.

"What did you just say, say it again."

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The young man stood under the lush green willow tree, his black eyes clearer than spring water were full of anticipation, his ears moved slightly, as if he heard footsteps behind him.

The great joy turned into the corners of his lips, he turned around slowly, and after seeing the person clearly, he flew up, wrapped his arms tightly around the person's waist and buried his head in the person's arms.

His voice is full of happiness and longing: "You are finally here..."

"Card!"

The director yelled from behind the camera: "One pass! Everyone rest for half an hour before proceeding to the next scene!"

Gong Shi's expression changed, and he was as cold as ice in an instant. He pushed away the man who was still hugging him tightly, and didn't even give him half a glance. He turned around and walked away with his head held high.

Not far away, with fish ball soup in his left hand and freshly squeezed orange juice in his right hand—he wanted to strangle him so much—the manager was walking towards this side with a [-]cm stiletto almost embedded in the ground .

Leaving aside how he felt about the manager, the big box of fish ball soup in her hand was more attractive than anything else in the eyes of the golden fox who had worked all morning, so he quickened his pace, wanting to take the box of soup as soon as possible——

"let go."

The sudden force on his wrist restricted Gong Shi's movement, the corners of his upturned eyes were filled with impatience, and he said to the man in Yu Guangzhong: "What are you doing?"

"come over."

As soon as the other party retracted his arm, he staggered the golden fox: "I have something to ask you."

"No matter what you want to ask, I'm not in the mood to answer, young master."

The staff at the shooting site were going to rest in twos and threes, but the protagonists who were shooting today seemed to be arguing, so they tended to gather towards the center again.

"open!"

Gong Shi wanted to shake off that person's palm, but the latter was like a dog skin plaster coated with [-] glue, and at the same time, he couldn't shake it off at all, and at the same time, his strength was getting stronger and stronger: "Film Emperor Yu, if you don't let me go, I will accuse you of sexual harassment! "

"Go and talk."

The other party didn't take the golden fox's threat of not hurting or itching at all, and just said lightly: "Let's see how many people will believe it."

Gong Shiqi's teeth were itchy, but seeing the unreliable manager shrink back like a turtle after finding out that he was arguing with the man, his heart became more and more angry.

"come over."

The man with the same face as Yuhuatian pulled Gongshi again, and pulled the latter into his arms, and the hand with the golden ring on Gongshi's shoulder, seemed awkward and harmonious to outsiders. Good friends, walked out of the studio intimately.

"The relationship between Yuyingdi and our Shihua is so good."

A girl who worked in a film and television city whispered to another person: "It's only been filming for a month... You said that if those scandals on the Internet are true, would we be given dog food? I'm a loyal Gong Yu party."

"Wake up you."

Another girl stroked the first girl's dog's head affectionately: "Even if it's dog food, it's Yu Gong, and it's a good look at the flowers. You're arrogant and suffocating. No matter how you look at it, you're being suppressed."

"Mouth!"

The first girl retorted: "The next year is true love."

"Weak attack and strong receiving have no future!"

"The year is boring!"

The two girls were quarreling and they were about to fight over who would go up and who would go down. The silent manager next to him separated the two while sucking the orange juice in his hand: "You two, pay attention to your image."

"Then tell me who attacks and who suffers!"

The girls asked in unison.

broker:"……"

Broker: "Go ahead."

1V1 will make you pinch quickly, this will tell you how much V1 it is...

You didn't tear down the studio.

Gong Shi's long legs were bent and his arms were folded against the wall, looking at his nose, nose and heart.

He and the man were both wearing ancient costumes. If it weren't for a car parked not far away, this antique film and television base would have given him the illusion that he had returned to hundreds of years ago.

Especially when the person looks so similar to the master, and it is even basically confirmed that they are the real person.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

Gong Shi's voice was frosty: "I'm fine, I'll go back."

"..."

The other party's eyes scanned every inch of Gong Shi's face carefully, not letting go of even half a detail.

He was silent for a while and said: "Since you have remembered, it will only be a matter of time before the rest of the people are found."

"Remember? Remember what?"

Gong Shi raised his eyebrows, and looked at "Mr. Yu" who was dressed in navy blue and looked like an idiot, "Mr. Yu" said, "Mr. Yu, I'm sorry, I didn't understand a single word of what Mr. Yu said."

He put his fingertips up on the corner of his lips and tapped lightly, and suddenly smiled lightly and approached the other party, suddenly realizing: "Mr. Yu must have fallen in love with the young master too much, right? I'm so sorry, the young master has a woman he likes, no Gao Ji."

"Who?"

Gong Shi smiled provocatively at the man: "Master's manager~"

Hearing this, the man's dark eyes slowly settled.

The agent who had finished drinking the orange juice in the room was typing with one hand, and scooped up the steaming and fragrant fish ball soup with a plastic spoon in the other.

The vulgar red curtains and the sweet aroma of Hualou are mixed with a fishy smell. Behind the charming smiles of the girls are the men's heavy panting and the entangled body of white flowers.

The building has two sides.

On the other side is the place where the child lives now, which is different from here, and those who welcome and send off are all young people with flexible waists and slender bodies.

The child using an unfamiliar pseudonym followed behind Linglong, who was once a famous girl in the capital, but was reduced to a lowly status but was once again popular in the capital, and started his second lesson after martial arts.

"If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself. If you deceive yourself enough to believe it, then you can deceive everyone."

Linglong lives up to his name, he can smile affectionately even in the face of the ugliest and most perverted guests, his exquisite temperament and the body that has endured all kinds of games after years of training make him popular forever.

"But since you sent me to learn these things, poor little boy, it can be seen that you have a rough life experience."

With a charming smile and a charming gesture, Hong Guan gently lifted the child's chin, rubbed his thumb over the child's fat cheeks, and said lightly, "I don't know what Jiu Gongzi is thinking, but he just wants to cultivate a beauty. It's too young."

"..."

"... No, this chapter can't be put up."

The manager pushed up his glasses: "In the last two chapters, [-] collections were released. If you want to put them here, the readers will probably tear up a certain drink."

Biting the spoon, she suddenly looked around and shivered: "It's so murderous!"

"...Forget it, don't care about the logical outline, hey, hey."

She uses the mouse to select the chapter that will be written, and deletes it with a single click.

Three thousand words are gone.

The crackling sound of typing sounded again.

The golden fox wants to escape from the stone room, and the most urgent task is to figure out how to untie the fox mask on his head and the chains on his ankles.

—He's about to start deceiving again.

But what he didn't expect was that fourteen months after he concealed his true thoughts and tried to appease those people one by one, Hua Manlou brought the key and opened the chain on his ankle.

At that time, he had already coaxed Yu Huatian to undo his mask, and asked Ximen Chuuxue to bring him opaque clothes that really wrapped around his body to keep him warm.

"Some things cannot be forced."

The only young master Ruyu who hasn't had sex with him in the past few months has gentle eyes - the medicine left to him by the golden fox allows him to finally see the latter's appearance - it is countless times better than Hua Manlou imagined, but after he has recovered completely The first thing is to let the golden fox go: "You go."

The golden fox stared blankly at the cold iron chain hanging from Huamanlou's hand.

He thought hard only to regain his freedom, and even prepared for a long-term war of resistance, but when the result he wanted came, he felt a sense of illusion.

"..."

He looked up at Hua Manlou, pausing every step as if he was confirming whether the other party would stop him.

On Huamanlou's face was the heart-warming smile he saw every day when he was Shi Zixu, reflecting his own black eyes full of encouragement.

"..."

The golden fox took one last look at Huamanlou, then suddenly took a step forward and ran out at the fastest speed.

There is no half-hearted nostalgia, as if there are countless vicious dogs barking and chasing after him.

"...In the end...you can't stay by force."

Hua Manlou stood still, and sighed softly after the sound of footsteps disappeared completely.

Sadness, pain, nostalgia, bitterness in his eyes, all kinds of complex and unspeakable emotions flashed by, and gradually disappeared behind the numbness and emptiness.

The golden fox's knuckle-boned hands have already touched the gate of this strange courtyard, and with just one more push, he will regain his freedom——

"..."

Gong Shi was stuck on the door, and the door had been pushed open by him a crack, but his arms seemed to be filled with lead suddenly, so heavy that he couldn't lift it up, let alone use his strength.

He looked at the slit, looked at the outside world that was close at hand, and blinked.

"boom!"

The golden fox suddenly grabbed the door knocker and slammed the door to death.

"Young Master knows that you are nearby, you can hear and see Young Master."

Gong Shi leaned against the door as if he had no bones and turned into a puddle of water. The corners of his beautiful eyes were twitched, and he lazily said in a moderate voice: "If you promise me not to take me prisoner Lock it... the young master won't leave, how about it?"

"Young master told too many lies and deceived too many people, it seems..."

"Trick yourself into it, and you won't be able to get out."

"So be it."

The manager drank the last sip of fish ball soup: "As for the ending of the text..."

"Young master can scare a child to cry now, it really doesn't feel like a sense of accomplishment—although this is what I did myself."

After hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned his head slightly, opened his arms to the person diagonally behind him, and said coquettishly, "Master is very upset, why don't you give him a hug full of love?"

Ok?

You want to know who is coming?

You guess, I won’t tell you, if you have the ability, you can call the author along the network cable~

(Luohua doesn't know how to return to the main text + extra episode, end.)