The heroine who wears a book, her character is broken

Now that he guessed that it might be for the heir of the demon god, it's not like he doesn't know anything about his opponent, and he can't really go to the demon clan to see.

After thinking about it, he gave up. Mo Ciwan and Mo Cizhu came out of Qin Yaozheng's room and went back to their own room.

But today Mo Cizhu was always a little absent-minded, Mo Ciwan stretched out his hand to embrace her in his arms: "What's wrong with Zhu'er?"

Mo Cizhu shook his head: "It's okay."

Seeing this, Mo Ciwan frowned lightly, and Mo Cizhu leaned over and kissed her forehead: "I don't know, but I'm a little restless. Master said that the devil's heir was injured by my mother. Back then, I There must be another reason for what happened to my mother, at least it is definitely not the so-called madness."

Mo Ciwan put his arms around her waist and brought her into the small world: "Don't think so much for now."

With a low laugh, Mo Cizhu also leaned against her arms and said, "Sister, hug me to sleep."

"it is good."

The two slept in each other's arms, and Mo Ciwan held the person in his arms with gentle eyes.

However, Mo Cizhu didn't sleep well that night. She dreamed of the pool full of dragon's blood and the wreckage of that place.

Mo Cizhu could never forget that scene in her life. She kept it in her heart and didn't care about it, but she knew that every dragon who had seen that scene would never forget it.

It was hard for her to breathe.

It can also be seen from this that the demon god is cruel and bloodthirsty. If the demons really rise up, this continent will be full of blood and blood every day.

Mo Ciwan was awakened by the uneasiness of the person in his arms. When he woke up, he saw that the person was sweating profusely. It was clear that his hands and feet were cold, but his forehead and body were covered with beads of sweat.

His brows were furrowed tightly, as if he was not breathing well.

"Zhu'er, wake up." Mo Ciwan called her softly, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

Mo Ciwan helped her up, leaned into his arms, and gently patted her on the back, comforting her: "Hey, it's okay, it's okay, I'll stay with Zhu'er, okay? "

This kind of reassurance seemed to have some effect, Mo Cizhu's hand holding the clothes on his chest loosened slightly, and his breathing was no longer so heavy.

Mo Ciwan put her back on the bed, hooked her chin with his fingertips, and kissed her gently, as if treating a treasure, his lips and teeth intertwined, and the familiar breath made Mo Cizhu unprepared, Mo Ciwan's The tip of the tongue smoothly entered the territory belonging to Mo Cizhu.

The gentle and tender kiss, so focused and serious, the fingertips gently stroking her waist.

As soon as Mo Cizhu opened his eyes, he saw that he was being kissed. The tip of his nose was Mo Ciwan's unique breath, and his flustered and depressed heart gradually became calm.

Reaching out to hug her, he responded to her kiss with some eagerness.

The low moans gradually echoed in the room, and Mo Cizhu couldn't help turning into a dragon's tail, wrapping around Mo Ciwan tightly, as if this would prevent her from running away.

Mo Ciwan let go of her lips, and his eyes were stained with the emotion called desire.

"Zhu'er, don't make trouble."

Mo Cizhu didn't let her go, but obediently rubbed against her, leading her hand to stroke his dragon horn: "I think~"

The person below him expressed his thoughts softly, his red lips parted slightly, and his light blue eyes revealed longing.

Mo Ciwan never had the so-called self-control to her, only a heavy possessive desire.

The two who wanted to possess each other were entangled again, and Mo Ciwan was tightly entwined by the mischievous and sensitive dragon tail.

The thin clothes fell all over the floor, and in the glimmering light, they were hot and entangled.

Climbing to the peak of the extreme, and slowly returning to calm, Mo Cizhu curled up in Mo Ciwan's arms, and the anxiety gradually dissipated. She hugged Mo Ciwan tightly, and said to her ear: " Don't hate me, never, okay?"

Mo Ciwan didn't know where the uneasiness she occasionally felt came from, but she never thought that she would hate this person.

It's too late to hurt her, how can I hate her.

Mo Ciwan, who also just returned to the world from the cloud, also had a slight redness on his face, so charming and charming.

"Zhu'er, look at me." Mo Ciwan looked at her with a sincere expression.

"I swear, I will never hate Zhu'er, okay?" Mo Ciwan said softly.

Being watched by her like this, Mo Cizhu's body gradually softened: "Okay."

"What did you dream about?" Mo Ciwan inserted his fingertips into her hair and asked warmly.

"Blood pool." Mo Cizhu told her truthfully.

Mo Ciwan didn't know how to comfort him, the scene was really suffocating.

"Hundreds of dragons, the demon god is really cruel, so it must not be born, the demon race cannot surpass the human and monster races." Mo Cizhu said seriously.

"Well, let's work together." In the last life, when the demons attacked the human race, Mo Ciwan had seen the horrors of the demons, so he also knew that the nature of the demons was indeed cruel, and the human monsters infected by the demonic energy were also cruel. He will change his temperament drastically, become warlike and bloodthirsty, and be extremely cruel.

The two rested for a while, and the sky was bright. Mo Cizhu huddled under the blanket, only showing two dragon horns and two eyes: "You go first."

Mo Ciwan looked at the shy person, and suddenly thought of teasing her, leaned down and kissed her forehead: "Why wasn't Zhu'er shy last night?"

The shy little dragon put the quilt over his head: "Well, I'll be more shy next time."

Mo Ciwan got up and used spells to put on his clothes, and then put a set of clothes on Mo Cizhu's bedside: "No need, Zhu'er looks like a sister, very good."

"You rascal, you have changed, you were not like this before." Mo Cizhu accused her.

Mo Ciwan pulled down her quilt, lowered his head to hold her lower lip, and kissed her softly again.

"Because I didn't understand before, Zhu'er has taught me, if I don't understand again, I will let down Zhu'er's heart."

Mo Cizhu pushed her away, and quickly put on his clothes: "Then do I still have to praise you for being a good student?"

"Shouldn't it?" Mo Ciwan asked with a smile.

"Humph."

"I'm not making trouble with you, I'm going to find my master." Mo Cizhu said seriously.

"it is good."

Mo Cizhu entered the state of concentration, and his spiritual consciousness entered his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The wordless book floated in her sea of ​​consciousness, emitting a white light.

Mo Cizhu raised his hand and took the wordless book into his hand, on which were still written the exercises she had practiced, but Mo Cizhu still hadn't figured out its other uses.

"Master~" Mo Cizhu called Long Zhao.

Long Zhao came out of the wordless book and looked at her with disgust: "Why?"

Mo Cizhu looked at her body that was no longer transparent: "Master, will you not hide in the wordless book in the future, and you won't lose your soul."

"En." Long Zhao responded to her words.

"That's good." Mo Cizhu smiled sincerely.

"Why are you looking for me?" Long Zhao's human form looks more imposing than Mo Cizhu's, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes make her look calm and majestic.

"It's okay, I'm worried about Master." Mo Cizhu was telling the truth.

"Xiaolong cub still worried about me?" Long Zhao laughed.

Mo Cizhu pouted: "Master, am I the kind of person who doesn't remember Master?"

"No, what I mean is, are you not afraid that I will go out and beat you? You still owe me several beatings." Long Zhao said with a smile.

Mo Cizhu: ...

This master is very important, not anymore.

"Is it too late to sever the master-student relationship?" Mo Cizhu asked weakly.

"It's not too late, it's fine if I cut it off, I can't hit your mother, I can't hit you anymore?" Long Zhao smiled softly, and Mo Cizhu shuddered.

"Master, I know I was wrong, you adults don't remember the mistakes of villains."

"No, I'm a villain, I hold grudges."

"Master! I will invite you back to eat roast chicken and barbecue, and personally serve you!" Mo Cizhu's desire to survive was overwhelming at this moment.

Long Zhao sneered, "Okay, what's the matter?"

"One is really worried about you, Master. You disappeared after you appeared in the Zhurong Temple last time. The disciple is really worried. The other is, I want to ask if the demon spirit stone can help Master reshape your physical body?"

Long Zhao glanced at her with complicated eyes: "That thing is comparable to your demon banner, it is a divine weapon, do you still want to give me a gift?"

"If you can help Master, that's fine too." Mo Cizhu said nonchalantly.

"No, if the body is destroyed, it is ruined, unless you grab one, but this demon spirit holy stone is a divine weapon, and it can indeed contain my dragon soul." Long Zhao said flatly.

Mo Cizhu couldn't hear at first, and was a little frustrated, but when he heard the words behind, his eyes brightened again.

"Then I'll give this to Master." Mo Cizhu sacrificed the demon spirit holy stone and handed it to Long Zhao.

Long Zhao didn't answer, but looked at her with a complicated expression: "Why did you give it to me?"

"I want Master to be free, and the demons are restless now. If Master can come out, then the East China Sea Dragon Clan may also be able to help." Mo Cizhu told the truth.

"Why do you think I can represent the Dragon Clan of the East China Sea?" Long Zhao looked at her playfully.

Mo Cizhu smiled flatteringly: "Master is amazing, the strength of the Dragon Clan is the most important thing. If Master is so powerful, it is natural."

Long Zhao lifted her foot and kicked her, and then took the demon spirit holy stone: "I'm waiting for my teacher to go out and settle accounts with you."

"Don't, don't, master." Mo Cizhu begged for mercy.

"Ah."

Mo Cizhu knew that it was impossible to escape the catastrophe, so he simply stopped thinking about it and asked something else: "Master, have you known my mother for a long time?"

Long Zhao was silent for a while when he heard her words: "I don't remember, but it must have been a long time ago. My physical body was destroyed and I had no memory at all. It wasn't until the Dragon Soul stabilized a few days ago that I had some fragmentary memories. I only vaguely remember that I was fighting two dragons with your mother, and then there were some accidents. I don’t remember the specific accidents. Later, my physical body was destroyed, and then I fell into a long deep sleep .”

"Then why are you in the wordless book?"

"This wordless book is a sacred object of the White Deer Clan. It should be your father's dragon soul for me."

"Hey, my dad is trying not to lose you, a person who can show his affection?"

As soon as the words fell, the man was kicked away, and he had to be shown by his daughter when he was gone.

But because it was Mo Cizhu's own sea of ​​consciousness, he came back in an instant.

"Master, I'm just kidding, being so fierce, so to put it another way, my father is afraid that my mother will lose a rival, and life will be too boring, so I can't bear to have your soul blown away." Mo Cizhu asked.

"Don't talk nonsense every day, be careful that I will skin you, I will beat your parents."

"Oh." As a former author of online articles, she has even more bloody brains. Sure enough, she watched too many bloody dramas when she was a child, and her children were deeply abused.

"The other memories are very fragmented, and I can't tell you what to say. I am in a mess right now." Long Zhao waved his hand, feeling a little helpless.

Mo Cizhu didn't ask any more, but only asked how long it would take for her to fuse with the demon spirit holy stone.

"At most a hundred years."

A hundred years is not too long, Mo Cizhu breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Mo Cizhu heaved a sigh of relief when his consciousness returned to his body.

"Is Master okay?" Mo Ciwan asked her.

"It's okay." Mo Cizhu told Mo Ciwan what he and Long Zhao had said.

Mo Ci was late but grasped a point: "Is your wordless book a sacred object of the White Deer Clan?"

"Yes, my father's."

Mo Ciwan was silent for a while, and handed her an old-looking book: "I got this thing by chance, and a senior passed it on to me in a secret place, and said at that time that it was It is a holy object of the White Deer Clan, but he only has half of it in his hand, if he gets the whole copy, he will have the ability to know the heavens and the earth, and reach heaven."

He reached out to take the book in Mo Ciwan's hand.

As soon as he got the book, Mo Cizhu felt the wordless book trembling deep in his consciousness, as if he was extremely happy.

Surprised, Mo Cizhu dripped a drop of blood into the book, and the book instantly entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and merged with the wordless book in her sea of ​​consciousness.

It became a new wordless book with nothing on it except a deer painted on the pure white cover.

The moment the new book appeared, Mo Cizhu suddenly had a wonderful feeling, as if he was completely integrated with everything in the world.

"It's really a book." Mo Cizhu chuckled: "This is luck."

"Zhu'er, the old man said something to me at that time."

"He said, only I can return this thing to its original owner, and the God of Creation will eventually take care of the world."

Facing Mo Ciwan's unfathomable gaze, Mo Cizhu's heart suddenly trembled.

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