Escape from the male protagonist's harem

It was night, with no wind or snow, the sky was full of stars, and the moon quietly poked out its crescent moon. The moonlight was reflected by the white snow on the ground, making the entire Qianxue Villa, which was like a cage, also have a hazy beauty.

In the night sky, a big white bird came on the moon. The misty moonlight and mist covered up most of the traces. The big bird circled in the sky, found the target, swooped down, and flew towards Feng Jiu's house. .

After the big bird landed, it shrunk instantly and was collected into the Sumeru space, leaving only a tall and tall figure in the courtyard. The movement of the big bird landing was very small, but the people in the room were aware of it immediately.

Feng Jiu, who had already received the news from Situ Qingyan, had been fidgeting since the morning, doing nothing, not eating or drinking, looking forward to the night from day to night, until the willows on the moon, there was a slight movement outside the house, but But she immediately realized that the man was coming.

Different from her usual calmness and self-restraint, Feng Jiu raised her skirt and ran out of the house. When the tall and thin figure came into view without warning, the heart that had been sleeping for hundreds of years began to come alive again. , hit the chest one after another, a little painful but with a hint of ecstasy.

Maybe it was because of his timidity, or maybe it was the shame of being imprisoned here in a disguised form for 200 years, Feng Jiu abruptly stopped her steps when she approached that figure.

The man was dressed in white and innocent, but he was stained with dirt. Could he start over from the beginning again?

Feng Jiu's fiery heart instantly felt like being poured from head to toe by cold ice water.

Seeing the person she was thinking of running towards her but stopped, and even started to back up, Baifeng's eyes were filled with anxiety and confusion, and she walked towards her in two steps at a time, reaching out her hand to hold her She didn't expect that the man twisted his body to avoid her hand.

"Nine children?"

"Sister, I'm dirty." The tears that had already filled Feng Jiu's eyes couldn't stop anymore, big tears rolled down her cheeks.

From the moment Situ Qingyan told her that she was in contact with Bai Feng, Feng Jiu began to long for her day and night, and finally hoped for her to come. At the same time, she was uncontrollably uneasy. In this year, can my sister still treat me as before?

The accumulation of worry and fear over the past few days reached a critical point at this moment, and Feng Jiu collapsed all of a sudden. She squatted down, buried her face in her palms, and let out a suppressed whimper.

Bai Feng looked at the person sitting on the ground crying uncontrollably, her heart ached so badly that she could hardly breathe, she squatted down and knelt on the ground, hugged Feng Jiu into her arms, and held her tightly until she realized the person in her arms He'er had to be out of breath before letting go slightly, but his body still imprisoned her, preventing her from running away, stroking her back with his left hand to comfort her, and whispering in her ear one after another.

"Jiu'er will never change in my sister's heart. It's because of my sister's fault that I lost my Jiu'er..."

"...Jiu'er, don't cry...My sister's heart hurts from crying..."

"Jiu'er is still my sister's Jiu'er...it hasn't changed at all..."

Softly comforting and softly exhorting, Feng Jiu in her arms slowly stopped. When she raised her head, there were still drops of crystal tears hanging on her cheeks, so pitiful and lovable.

Bai Feng hasn't seen Feng Jiu for a long time, and in the long past, he has been thinking about her and looking for her all the time.

She even thought that even if Feng Jiu died, she would guard her bones until the end of her life.If Feng Jiu is still alive, when she finds her, she must press her to sting hard on the ground, red and swollen her ass, to solve the suffering of acacia for so many years.

But now when they meet each other, apart from pity, there's nothing more willing to make her frown.

"Sister, I miss you so much." Feng Jiu snuggled into Bai Feng's arms, and now she truly felt that this person was here. get together.

"My sister misses Jiu'er too, it hurts so much." Bai Feng took Feng Jiu's hand and pressed it close to his chest.

Feeling the strong heartbeat and warm touch under the palm, Feng Jiu seemed to be alive.

Feng Jiu put her arms around Bai Feng's shoulders, buried her head on her neck, and kept whispering: "...Sister...Sister...Sister..."

Tears ran down his face.

The coldness of the snow outside the house could not cool down the warmth of this moment.

Not far away stood a pair of Bi people, watching their every move the whole time.

Looking at the two people hugging each other in the night, Situ Qingyan asked, "Are you envious?"

Xu Junhuan bit his lower lip, and replied softly: "You are by my side, why should I envy others."

In this sentence, there is no master, only one "you".

In the darkness, Situ Qingyan felt her heart tremble. She thought that the girl would be silent like before or talk about him, but she didn't expect the other party to give her such a surprise answer.

In an instant, she suddenly had a feeling of being enlightened. In this vast universe, in the entire cultivation process, everyone is cultivating, pursuing the ethereal immortality, but how many people really become immortals? One, has anyone ever thought about whether the most loyal desire in the heart of all monks is the final ascension?

For example, the goal of self-cultivation is to follow the footsteps of the predecessors, but to truly make yourself happy is to join hands with this person at this moment, at this moment, or in the unknown time in the future. Every moment of advancing and retreating together.

Situ Qingyan turned slightly to the side, looking at the girl with fluttering skirts, her eyes were full of tenderness, she stretched out her hand, wrapped the girl's slender and delicate palm, and then squeezed her fingers into the gap between the palms, touching her interlocking fingers.

A slightly cold touch came from the palm of the hand, and with the contact between the palm and the palm, the temperature of the palm gradually increased.

Xu Junhuan didn't break away from the opponent's hand, and let her hold it meekly. In this situation, she thought of herself in the real world. The past 20 years of past experience flashed before her eyes like a movie. Although she came here In the future, the system will weaken the emotion and personality in the real world, and strengthen the role and influence of the original owner's personality, but the memory is still there, but at this moment, it seems to be examining someone else's story.

My mother passed away when I was about one year old, and my father worked hard to bring me up. From kindergarten to middle school to university, every step is step-by-step. The communication with friends is simple and ordinary. The mobile phone is the most intimate companionship. Whoever sheds tears will neither be angry nor laugh, just like a walking dead.

In just a few months of coming here, my life has become vivid. Although most of the time I was in fear of the unknown and uncertain about the future, as long as I have this person, I feel that no matter how difficult it is, I can be with her. Let's cross the past together, even if we fail, there will be no regrets.

Crying and laughing with her, even being jealous or worrying for her sometimes, will become a kind of secret joy.

Feeling the smooth and tender skin in Xu Junhuan's heart, a warm current flowed through Xu Junhuan's heart. The person beside him, even if he lived for hundreds of years, was just a lovable woman. She had been deceived and disguised in her previous life. In captivity, he blew himself up because of despair, but in this life, facing the wronged and slandered by the world, he can still straighten his back and raise his proud head to move forward against the wind.

Regardless of whether they have played a catalytic role in it, there is no doubt that they have become the most steadfast reliance on each other.

The hand that was holding at this time, no matter what, would not let go easily.

But at this time, on the other side of the dark corner, there was still a ghostly figure. Situ Qingyan and Xu Junhuan passed by him, leaving only a cold sentence: "Remember our agreement."

The crooked moon once again peeked out from the dark clouds. Under the pale moonlight, Butler Liu's pale face was looming, and Situ Qingyan's words were still in his ears. The figure together, the fundus of the eyes is dim, and it seems to have a bit of envy.

The author has something to say: Butler Liu: Happiness belongs to others, but I have nothing

Xu Junhuan: I jio that you can form a CP with the male lead

Butler Liu: Hmph, having a wife is great. I can also have sex on another Tanmei channel.