God lures him to attack

The moonlight shone wantonly on the courtyard, and the stagnant water in the courtyard was clear, and the algae and midges were intertwined, shaking the bamboo and cypress shadows.

The man's purple clothes were stained with blood, and the streaks of blood were also stained on the whip in the other man's hand.

"Mo Xi, don't you want to influence me? Why did you suddenly change your mind and want to kill me?" Bai Qiancha stood in front of the man in purple, his black robe and white hair were particularly eye-catching under the moonlight.

He looked down at the man who was covered in shackles, with a playful smile on his lips.

Mo Xi's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his face was pale from the pain, his lips trembled, he raised his eyes, his eyes were as deep as ink, full of hatred.

"Why did you kill her!" Mo Xi gritted his teeth and shouted out every word in these words. He was trembling, angry and afraid of the person in front of him.

"Haven't you ever heard that being with you is like being with a tiger?" Bai Qiancha sneered, squatting down to lift his chin, and asked him back.

"She's my mother! She's my only relative!" Mo Xi's voice was choked, and he looked at Jin Dao who was knocked down in the pool with tears in his eyes.

"So what? Whoever I, Bai Qiancha wants to kill, will die." Bai Qiancha sneered, and shook Mo Xi's face away.

Mo Xi stared at the moonlight in the courtyard, sniffed the smelly air, and said in a slow tone, "I wanted to save you to become a Buddha, but you forced me to become a demon. Bai Qiancha, kill me too."

"Killing you, doesn't it mean that no one will play the piano for me anymore?" Bai Qiancha laughed even more violently, her long and narrow eyes were red like blood, evil and terrifying.

"Bai Qiancha! Why are you treating me like this?" Mo Xi clenched her fists, trembling with hatred.

"Because you don't want to love me, because you, like those people, want me dead!" The tone of the last three words was emphasized, and the smile on Bai Qiansha's lips gradually froze, leaving only the cold smolderingness in his eyes, "Mo Unfortunately, your face is so similar to his, it makes me afraid to lose it again."

"You'd better not resist me, otherwise, I will let you live and die!" Bai Qiancha pulled Mo Xi again, this time, he kissed his collarbone.

"Let me go..." Mo Xi shook her head, but was unable to resist because of the previous whipping.

The night wind floated the swaying tree shadows in the courtyard, a blood-stained purple dress slowly spread out, white hair and black hair were like willows in the wind, lingering together.

The black robe fluttered in the wind, and the moonlight shone on the snow-like skin, shining on the silent tears.

Mo Xi bit her lower lip tightly, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes when she closed her eyes.

His body is just another man's plaything, and that man ravages at will

Trapped him, possessed him, ignored his pain, he clenched his hands tightly, under the brutality of this man, he never made a sound.

Bai Qiancha brushed away the hair that was wet on Mo Xixiang's shoulders, and raised her head to show her fangs.

"Please don't, please, please." Seeing this scene, Mo Xi was startled, crying and begging for mercy. He was trembling all over, but he didn't dare to move from under the man.

He didn't want to become an immortal monster, he would rather die than drink blood for a living.

Bai Qiancha, who was about to bite down, was suddenly stunned, and a familiar scene appeared in his mind——

In the dilapidated wooden house, the man was wrinkled, gray-haired, and dying. He wanted to give him eternal life, but he held his hand and begged him when he was dying: "Please don't, if you love me , please don't turn me into a monster..."

"Please..." A weak begging voice below him interrupted Bai Qiancha's thoughts. He looked at the similar face and slowly moved away from him.

"If you don't want to become a monster, you are not allowed to leave my side for the rest of your life." A few strands of his white hair were blown by the wind, and Bai Qiansha put back on his black robe, turned around and disappeared into the depths of the night.

Mo Xi curled up on her purple shirt, his fair skin was covered with bloody welts, like poppies that had split on his body.

"Mother, mother..." He hugged himself tightly, but couldn't cry anymore.

The sound of light footsteps came from behind the bamboo and cypress, and an elderly man in patchwork clothes walked slowly and stopped by the pool next to Mo Xi.

"You could kill him just now, why did you hesitate?" When the old man opened his hand, the golden knife under the water was lifted by an invisible force and held in the old man's hand.

Just now, the old man has been hiding in the dark, watching Mo Xi playing the piano in the courtyard, watching Bai Qiancha hug him from behind and kiss his white hair.

The knife was hidden under Mo Xi's qin. Mo Xi could have drawn the knife and pierced Bai Qiancha's chest, but he hesitated when he drew the knife and stabbed it, giving Bai Qiancha a gap to escape.

"Take this knife away and find another owner for it, because I can't kill Bai Qiancha at all." Mo Xi sat up from the ground, straightened her clothes, wiped away the tears on her face, as if nothing happened You have to go to your room.

The old man looked at the devil-slaying knife forged from the golden body of a Buddha statue, shook his head and sighed, turned and disappeared into the depths of the night.

And the night, sometimes seems to have no end, spreads far away.

And in that far away place, the sun rises and the sun sets, and the tide rises and falls, as if in a flash, there is prosperity again.

Lu Yao, who didn't know how to get to the capital, dragged Gan Zongde to lead the way, and threatened that if he didn't lead the way, he would expose his identity as a magic stick.

The ancestors of the Gan family used to be witch clams who knew the destiny, and they were the gods believed by Dahua Yaoguo. They had a very glorious past, but after the glory, there must be a decadence.

Gan Zongde was not proficient in magic and did not mix well, so the Gan family was completely behind, so he became a magic stick in order to survive, cheating some money to fill his stomach.

"If Gan Ze knew that his ancestors had such virtues, his three views would probably be shattered." Lu Yao lay down on the straw pile on the car, complaining about Gan Zongde who was still telling the fortune of the driver beside him.

The pleasant sunshine shines on the cart piled with straw, and a donkey drags the cart on the way. The passers-by are going to the capital, but they are stopped by two immobile people on the road. Wealth star, you can make a fortune in no time.

"Your fate is incredible. At first glance, you are either rich or noble. I think you must be going to the capital to catch up on goods. We are also going to the capital. How about we go together? Let me tell you something. When will you get rich?" That's how Gan Zongde cheated a free freight car.

"Who are you talking about Gan Ze? You say he looks a lot like me?" Gan Zongde took off his hat to fan the wind, and the hem of his Taoist robe slipped from between his split legs. Pillow with hands lying on straw pair

The person looking up to the sky has a curious look on his face.

"Probably the grandson of your son's grandson's grandson, he hasn't been born yet." Lu Yao glanced sideways at Gan Zongde. This guy and Gan Ze seemed to be printed out of the same mold, except for his hairstyle and personality. Besides, there is no difference between the two.

Although the person in front of him is not Gan Ze, but seeing a familiar face, he feels a little at ease.

The car going to the capital gradually entered the bustling city, where there are many pearls, shops, street vendors spread, and cars come and go. It is impossible to see that this country is suffering from tyranny.

"In this way, you are really a god from heaven?" Gan Zongde jumped off the cart with him, patted his buttocks, and followed him into the bustling crowd.