The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

Mo Ciwan finished the decoration of the Dragon Palace. Occasionally, someone would come to her, and it was nothing more than Chongxi, Wenfeng or Qin Yaozheng, Mo Cang and others.

They came here to drink together, now that Yaoting is on the right track, Wenfeng has nothing to teach Chongxi, but stays in South China Sea every day, Long Zhao also follows when he has nothing to do, she is naturally there in Jingmeng.

Mo Ciwan occasionally brewed new wine and would share some with them.

But since Mo Cizhu saved Mo Ciwan last time, he has not appeared again, and the little dragon wrapped around his wrist has not moved.

Most of the time, Mo Ciwan stayed alone, and occasionally a god from the side came to entertain him.

"Zhu'er." Mo Ciwan made wine just to get drunk, and when he was drunk, he could go to see the person on top of his heart in his dreams.

Except for entering the star space once while sleeping, Mo Ciwan couldn't enter it again later, and the way of heaven perfected it.

Even gods are not allowed to enter the space of stars.

Mo Ciwan sat on the swing, the flagon in his hand was already empty, and he was drowsy.

Suddenly he felt the little dragon on his wrist move, and the person who was about to fall asleep suddenly woke up.

A blue figure landed in front of her.

Before Mo Cizhu stood still, he was embraced into his arms: "Zhu'er."

Smell the faint fragrance of her body mixed with the smell of wine.

Mo Cizhu was slightly stunned, and patted her on the back lightly: "I promised you, I'm here."

Listening to her words, Mo Ciwan's nose became sour: "I thought you would have me wait for hundreds, thousands of years."

"How could it be?" Mo Cizhu said in a low voice.

"You, let me go first?" Mo Cizhu said shyly.

Mo Ciwan opened her lightly, his eyes were reddish: "Okay."

Zhu'er, still don't remember her, don't remember their past, Mo Ciwan's eyes are full of steam.

Mo Cizhu wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes in a panic: "Don't cry, I have fulfilled your wish."

"After that, you are not allowed to leave again." Mo Ciwan said in a low voice.

"Okay." Mo Cizhu nodded mysteriously.

"I won't leave, I promise." Mo Cizhu said warmly.

Mo Ciwan embraced her again: "Am I drunk and dreaming?"

Listening to her words, Mo Cizhu felt very distressed. She had seen the pictures that existed in Mo Ciwan's wish ball, and knew some of their past, so she could naturally feel how much Mo Ciwan cared about her.

But her memories are still blank, and she doesn't remember anything.

"It's not a dream, I promised you, I'm really here." Mo Cizhu habitually rubbed her.

Putting his arms around her waist: "Wanwan, don't be sad."

She subconsciously comforted Mo Ciwan.

Mo Ciwan hugged her even tighter, as if afraid that she would disappear again.

"What did Zhu'er call me?" Mo Ciwan heard her call himself Wanwan, and finally a gleam of joy rose in his heart. Even if Zhu'er forgot, he still subconsciously went back to do some previous actions, and would subconsciously call out the previous address .

"I just think it should be called that." Mo Cizhu whispered, his ears a little red.

Mo Ciwan lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "Yes, it should be called that, Zhu'er, I'm so happy."

Looking at her cherry red lips, Mo Cizhu leaned over and kissed her, then apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten a lot of things, and I also forgot who I should be."

Her memory was blank, and in retrospect, it was all other people's stories. What she saw as the incarnation of heaven in the star space for hundreds of years did not belong to her.

Even though she knew that Wenfeng should be her mother, Chongxi was her younger sister, Qin Yaozheng and Mo Cang were her parents in name, and Mo Ciwan was her Taoist couple.

But these are all news from Mo Ciwan and Tiandao, not her own memory, it sounds no different from listening to other people's stories.

She hangs her head in frustration, which she doesn't like.

Mo Ciwan gently kissed her on the lips: "It doesn't matter if you forget, we still have a lot of time in the future, and we can get to know those people Zhu'er accidentally forgot, okay?"

With her comfort, it seemed that she really got better, Mo Cizhu nodded obediently: "Yeah!"

Mo Ciwan gently lifted her chin, and put her cool lips on it. There was still the lingering smell of wine with a faint peach blossom fragrance. The tip of the tongue got in.

Instinctively responding to Mo Ciwan, today's Mo Ciwan is a little eager, as if eager to prove that this person has really returned to his side.

Once Zhu'er went to look for Xuanming Hell, Mo Ciwan could only wait, but later she became a god, but still had to wait for Zhu'er to come back to find her.

It seemed that she could only stand there forever and wait for the person on the cusp of her heart to come back to find her, which made Mo Ciwan unable to feel at ease.

The suppressed panic and fear were completely released at this moment, and she kissed Mo Cizhu domineeringly, attacking the city and plundering the land.

The person in his arms was short of breath, and his complexion was stained with flying clouds.

Mo Cizhu grabbed the corner of her clothes and limply in her arms. In a moment of emotion, the dragon's horns and tail were exposed.

Mo Ciwan stroked her dragon's horns with his fingertips, and laughed softly. Her bamboo was still the same as before, and she couldn't control it when she was emotional.

"Woo~" Mo Cizhu rubbed against her: "Wan Wan, it's uncomfortable, it's so strange."

"What's so strange?" Mo Ciwan asked in a low voice, holding the tip of her ear.

"The tail is strange, and the horns are also strange." Mo Cizhu bit his lower lip, looked at her aggrieved, and wanted to cry.

"Is there any more?" Mo Ciwan bit her lower lip lightly.

Mo Cizhu took her hand down: "Here."

With a low laugh, Mo Ciwan picked her up and went back to the bedroom in the main hall.

Gently put him down, and kissed him again.

She wanted to plant her own imprint on this man.

When his hands and feet were restrained, Mo Cizhu looked at Mo Ciwan suspiciously: "Wanwan?"

Mo Ciwan held her tail and peeled off the clothes on her body with his fingertips: "I once said that I wanted to tie Zhu'er up, but now it seems that I really have to tie up Zhu'er so that I won't leave."

Crazy possessive desire surged in her reddish eyes, her lips were pressed tightly, her slender hands interlocked with Mo Cizhu's fingers, and she bit Mo Cizhu's shoulder with some grievances, bleeding deeply.

The faint smell of blood spread in his mouth, and Mo Ciwan suddenly woke up, licking her wound with the tip of his tongue.

Mo Ciwan felt a little guilty in his eyes, looking at the person in his arms, his eyes fell on her wound, and the turbulent and restless emotions finally receded a little.

Zhu'er really returned to her side, not a hallucination.

Mo Cizhu shook his head, leaned on her, and called her tenderly, gently using Mo Ciwan, as if to calm her emotions: "Wanwan~it doesn't hurt~"

Her lips were slightly cool, and she gently kissed her wound, as if caring for a treasure.

The clear thoughts were far away from Mo Cizhu, only the heartfelt love for Mo Ciwan and soft sobs remained.

Hearing her whimpering and begging for mercy, Mo Ciwan once again had a somewhat crazy look on his face, and couldn't help but hold her in his arms, bullying and crying the person in his arms.

Fingers interlocked and the other hand with Mo Cizhu's hand fell on her body, the cool temperature of the dragon's tail made her feel that it was not a dream, Zhu'er was really by her side.

Her uneasy look made Mo Cizhu a little frightened, scared and distressed.

Even if I don't remember, I know that they used to love each other very much. Mo Ciwan waited for her again and again, and his heartache gradually surpassed his fear of Mo Ciwan. The pity and love that spread from his heart overwhelmed all others. mood.

It wasn't until Mo Cizhu's voice became a little hoarse that Mo Ciwan woke up a little bit.

She was still sitting on Mo Cizhu, her pretty and cold willow eyes were stained red, her thin lips were finally no longer pursed, and a drop of sweat dripped on Mo Cizhu's abdomen.

Mo Ciwan leaned over and hugged him, his voice hoarse: "Don't leave again."

Both of them were exhausted, Mo Cizhu obediently rubbed her.

However, Mo Ciwan did not release the aura from her body, he just hugged her fingers and fell asleep.

The exhausted two fell asleep, and Mo Ciwan, who had been working hard for hundreds of years, finally let go of his tense nerves.

After waking up and seeing Mo Cizhu still in her arms, Mo Ciwan's madness faded slightly, and he untied the restraint of spiritual energy on Mo Cizhu's body. Xiaolong leaned obediently in her arms, and put his white hands on her On his shoulders is the pose that Mo Cizhu liked very much in the past.

It felt safe being held by her like this.

Kissing Mo Cizhu's lips, Mo Ciwan finally smiled.

When Mo Cizhu woke up, he habitually raised his head and kissed Mo Ciwan's chin.

"Are you awake?" Mo Ciwan asked warmly.

"Well, um~" Still a little confused, she yawned: "I'm actually sleepy."

She has existed as the incarnation of heaven for hundreds of years, and there is no such thing as sleepiness.

Mo Ciwan rubbed her head: "Of course."

"Will you wash up?" Mo Ciwan asked her gently.

"Okay, hug~" Some habits can be completely deep in the soul.

Mo Ciwan obediently picked her up and put her into the ice pool.

"I thought that if Zhu'er didn't come back, Dragon Palace would give it to Long Zhao." Mo Ciwan said warmly.

"No! Mine!" Mo Cizhu pouted.

She has been in the star space for hundreds of years, and she has long been greedy. Mo Ciwan actually wants to give it away, it is too much, isn't it built for her?

Mo Ciwan couldn't help but chuckled, and Mo Cizhu realized that she was teasing him.

"Hmph, too much." Mo Cizhu pouted unhappily.

Mo Ciwan kissed her: "Of course it belongs to Zhu'er, I've been waiting for you for as long as I said."

"You never thought about it, what if I can't fulfill your wish?" Mo Cizhu looked at her with burning eyes.

Mo Ciwan shook his head: "I've been waiting for you for thousands of years, ten thousand years. If you don't come, I will find you one day, and heaven can't stop me."

"I said, Zhu'er and I will never die."

After listening to her words, Mo Cizhu suddenly had a feeling that it really suits her to be a talent, and she doesn't want to be an incarnation of heaven without desires or desires.

The two went out after a while, and Mo Ciwan gave her a light blue dress, which looked carefully crafted.

Mo Ciwan was satisfied when he tied her hair in a bun with his own hands.

And she herself was wearing a black dress of the same style.

Mo Cizhu tilted his head: "Wanwan didn't like to wear black before."

"Zhu'er doesn't like it?"

Mo Cizhu shook his head: "No, I like them all. You like whatever you wear, after all, they look good."

Even though she lost her memory, her nature still remained the same, Mo Ciwan pinched the tip of her nose dumbfounded: "Then I have to thank myself for looking good."

"It's impossible for you not to look good." Mo Cizhu muttered.

Mo Ciwan looked at her with a gentle look on his face, a look he hadn't seen in hundreds of years.

Zhu'er may still be able to recover her memory, she will always subconsciously say something, do some actions that she was used to, maybe she just forgot it temporarily.

"Tonight, let's go see the Dragon Palace!"

She was finally able to see it for herself, and she could only watch it from the perspective of heaven before.

"Okay, go and see, I'll take you there." Mo Ciwan lovingly held her hand.

It was only then that Mo Cizhu realized that there was a divine power imprisoning the hands that the two were holding. This meant that they really wanted to tie her to her side and never leave each other.

I don't hate it, on the contrary, I am a little happy and a little distressed.

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