lure way

In the past few days, Ling Mochen's vitality has been severely injured, and there is a fox lying next to him that can be violent at any time, and he can't sleep peacefully. After making sure that Gong Loujue will not act rashly again, he dares to close his eyes and rest, and fails to get a good rest. , the body was naturally deficient, and after the bigu, the long-lost hunger followed, Ling Mochen swallowed, frowning and holding back.

Mu Cunfeng's face suddenly flashed in his chaotic mind, and the sad eyes made him feel depressed every time he remembered it.

That day, he wrote "Wait for me, I will come to save you" on his palm, but now, he can't even solve his own hunger problem, how can he escape from this heavily guarded demon palace, and how can he escape from the vicious wolf? Wang Shou rescued Mu Cunfeng.

at the same time......

In the Wolf Palace, in the Wind Listening Pavilion, Mu Cunfeng tasted for the first time what he heard is the most worry-free thing in the world - wine.

The transparent liquid exudes a confusing fragrance, reflecting the cold moonlight, soaking through the desolate night wind, one cup after another, raising the neck, and the strong wine enters the throat, and because the ground is poured too hard, the alcohol that is too late to swallow flows down the corner of the mouth down, wet the front of the chest, and the long hair around the ears.

Mu Cunfeng was so drunk, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes were blurred, he was lying on the cold white jade table, his mind was still full of the scenes he saw during the day.

The man who made him hate and fear stood on the high platform and announced to his subordinates that he would intensify his training in the past few days to ensure the safety of the Yaowang Palace and that Ling Mochen must not be allowed to escape.

At that time, he was hiding behind the shield in the martial arts field, his heart felt like a knife was twisted, and there was nowhere to relieve his sorrow, so he found more than a dozen jars of wine and poured it to the moon alone.

It is said that getting drunk solves a thousand worries, why is there still lingering depression in my heart, isn't it enough?

Mu Cunfeng raised his arms tremblingly, raised his hand and opened a jar of wine, simply threw the cup, held the jar of wine with both hands, raised his head again and poured it into his mouth.It was as if spirits had been poured into his head, and he was groggy, with too much force, causing the spicy spirits to accidentally pour into his nasal cavity. Mu Cunfeng was choked and held on to the edge of the table, coughing violently, and his whole body trembled.

"Cough...cough..."

His heart ached from being pulled, but Mu Cunfeng laughed wildly, the melancholy that had been suppressed for a long time was about to explode at this moment.He hugged the wine jar, stood up unsteadily, staggered step by step into the garden, and sighed.

"Heaven has the virtue of loving life, why didn't you give me a way out! Why... why did you let me betray Hengzhi! The demon king took my love and became attached to Hengzhi! Hahaha... and will have children together... "

Mu Cunfeng laughed wildly, held up the wine jar and took a few more gulps, wiped the corner of his mouth with his long sleeve, and continued to vent.

"Gong Yuchen! You bandit! Bandit! Cang Hong! You promised me that you would rescue Hengzhi! Now, you are helping that bandit. Sure enough, monsters are untrustworthy! Untrustworthy!"

Mu Cunfeng was drunk like mud, his clothes were half soaked with wine, he took one step at a time, moved aimlessly, and when he reached a moss-covered stone step, he suddenly slipped and fell down.

Hearing a sound of "Boom...", the wine jar in Mu Cunfeng's arms was thrown to pieces, and the sharp fragments scratched his wrist, and immediately blood poured down, mixed with the wine.

"Hey... it hurts..."

The strong alcohol penetrated into the wound, eroding the flesh, Mu Cunfeng gasped, and struggled in pain.

He thought of his father's teachings, all members of the Mu clan should not drink alcohol recklessly, and should not be emotionally wounded, otherwise it will be harmful to oneself, and the healing power will also be depleted. Once the healing power is completely lost, the wound will not heal.

If there is a loss, there will be a gain, and if there is a gain, there will be a loss. There is no so-called gift in the world. The natural healing power of the Mu clan needs to be maintained by restraining selfish desires and being cold-hearted.

"Hengzhi...I really want...to see you!"

Mu Cunfeng struggled to get up, feeling dizzy before falling into a warm and broad embrace.

"Furun, what's wrong with you?"

Cang Hong picked up Mu Cunfeng who smelled like alcohol.

Mu Cunfeng raised his eyes, his cheeks were flushed, and he looked at the person in front of him bewilderedly.

"Furun..." Cang Hong called out, his heart tightened.

Such a gentle voice, with a caring tone.

Mu Cunfeng rubbed his eyes, looked at Cang Hong with a blurred gaze, staring blankly.

"What's wrong with your hand?" Cang Hong nervously pulled Mu Cunfeng's hand which was scratched by shards, his eyes were glaring blood stains on his fair skin.

"Hiss...it hurts." Mu Cunfeng withdrew his hand, his drunken face seemed a little ignorant.

pain.

A simple word pierced directly into Cang Hong's heart, maybe only when he was drunk, Mu Cunfeng would forget to forbear and say this caring word.

"Give me your hand, and I'll bandage it for you. It won't hurt anymore. Huh?"

Cang Hong stretched out his hand, showing a handsome smile.

Mu Cunfeng was fascinated by the sight, and unconsciously stretched out his hand, Ren Canghong worked for him to stop the bleeding and relieve the pain, and took out a clean cloth to bandage him.

Such a gentle smile, careful movements, with meticulous gentleness.

Mu Cunfeng rubbed his eyes again with the other hand, but the person in front of him still couldn't see clearly from the beginning, there was only a blurred outline in his drunken eyes, all this seemed to be in a dream, but he could understand Who else is there besides him who is so gentle?

"Furun, it's alright, does it still hurt?"

Mu Cunfeng's misty drunken eyes curved into two crescent arcs, which were more intoxicating than the smell of wine on his body.

Unexpectedly, after being drunk, Mu Cunfeng would show a smile to himself, Cang Hong was full of joy, and was about to step forward to embrace Mu Cunfeng in his arms, but Mu Cunfeng rushed forward automatically, and embraced Cang Hong.

The corners of Cang Hong's mouth curled upwards, and for a moment, he was still in the clouds, and his joy was beyond words, but suddenly fell into the abyss at the next moment.

"Eternal..."

Mu Cunfeng's voice was very soft, like a mosquito moaning, but Cang Hong's voice was like a needle piercing his ears.The smile on his face froze, his body also froze, he frowned, and felt a sudden oppression in his chest.

"Hengzhi... Do you still remember our agreement? If you win, you will marry, and if you lose, you will marry. For this agreement, I have practiced hard since I was a child, just to marry you in the future. However, it doesn't matter if I lose, as long as we can be together , but...but..."

"Enough!" Cang Hong let out a long breath, relieving the dull pain in his heart, with invisible scars hidden in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I am Cang Hong."

"Cang Hong?"

"Cang Hong!"

The anesthesia of alcohol and the turbidity of consciousness were all stimulated by this name. Mu Cunfeng choked for breath, and suddenly let go of Cang Hong like an electric shock. His eyes were terrified, and his whole body trembled because of fear, as if falling into a wolf's den instantly. Like a wounded lamb, he fled in panic, hissing, "Don't come here!"

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