When Xiaobai meets the fox demon

The man was rather dejected: "Oh, you forgot about me."

There was inexplicably a bit of anger in the sad voice, and A Luo stared at him slightly absent-minded.

The man came over and put his hand on the top of A Luo's head. He looked at him a little dazedly, and seemed to look behind him: "He is about the same size as you, and he is so thin."

Ah Luo, who was by accident, didn't struggle, and asked, "Who is he?"

"He's my puppet." The man's cold brows formed a smile.It was like an ice lotus blooming suddenly, cooling people's eyes, but the flower fell in an instant, and only the shadow of the dream was soaked in infinite sadness: "Later he died."

A sad breath emanated from the man's body, spreading in the cold air.Ah Luo, who was pulled, felt his heart sinking, and he even wanted to hug the poor man in front of him.

"Remember I'm Xun Mo." The man slowly let go of A Luo's hand. He looked at him and said, "You must wait for me to take you out."

Then the lights went out and the people left.A Luo sat with his knees hugged in the dark night, and when he woke up, he thought: Why did he save himself?

Director Sha straightened up from under the porch, and he spat out a fruit core onto the mud floor, so softly that there was no sound.He had only so much hobbies left, so he became a worm in the night, prying into all the secrets.

He looked at the end of the veranda, and the Dark Night Envoy had disappeared from that place for a long time: Interesting, the Dark Night Envoy is usually so light and high that he doesn't seem to eat fireworks, and he will have someone he likes?

Director Sha turned his head to look at the door of that room: that mortal boy looks really cute, no wonder he is so thoughtful.

Tomorrow he will present the album, does he need...

There was a weird smile on his face.

Montenegro ushered in the second day, and Ai Cao walked through the palace and the market alone, as if her ears were full of ridicule along the way.The Demon King of Montenegro never keeps a night emissary, he has become the only joke.

The wind floated over the hem of his clothes, and the fluttering white clothes were particularly eye-catching in the gray tones.When he got up early, the demon king of Montenegro had his clothes, which were dazzling white, with a red jade belt in the middle.The Black Mountain Demon King ordered him to wear it all day, what a ridiculous reason, his heart was full of wounds.

Even using Baishi Lingquan could not heal such pain, he stared at the river water under his feet, in a daze.Behind is the market in Montenegro, where some lonely ghosts like to gather in Montenegro.In such a market, they can exchange some mortal things with people, such as a ring that recalls something from the previous life, with manjusawa collected from the Styx River...

On the other side of the river, stone houses are hidden by sparse branches.That was the home of the Night Envoy, and the Night Envoy liked water, so the house was built by the water.Ai Cao really wanted to pack up and salute and move in, but she couldn't find a reason when she opened her mouth countless times.

Manager Sha, what does he need to come?He saw Director Sha enter the stone house holding a scroll of paintings.A moment later, Director Sha came out with a smile, without the scroll in his hand.

Mugwort approached the house silently, his spiritual power was considered the strongest among the spirits, and he was confident that the night emissary would never find him.

Xun Mo stared at the picture scroll on the table, the artist painted A Luo brilliantly.Suddenly, a gentle smile appeared on his iceberg-like face. Last night he used a little trick to confuse the person who painted the scroll. Then he will continue until the day when the two of them will love each other.

Xun Mo rarely smiled, except for himself, he almost never smiled.

Who is his smile for?Who is the person on the scroll?The wind rolled over the nape of the neck, which was the thinness of Senliang.Ai Cao couldn't see the person on the scroll, but that person must be someone from Changle Palace.

Ai Cao knocked on the door in time, and when he entered the room, as he expected, there were no scrolls on the table.

The matter between the Black Mountain Demon King and the wormwood...

Xun Mo couldn't comfort him, just like he couldn't resist the death of his puppeteer back then.He patted Ai Cao on the shoulder like a brother, and then hugged him like a brother.

"Would you like tea?" Xun Mo poured the tea in the pot into a white-glazed porcelain cup, turned around and handed it to Ai Cao.

Wormwood is the spirit that doesn't need anything, but he still handed the porcelain cup to his mouth and took a sip.Ai Cao couldn't think of what to say, he stared blankly at the corner of the room, where a white camellia was planted.

Among the green leaves, two flowers accompany each other, fresh and elegant.They survived in a hazy place like Montenegro, and I don't know how much thought Xun Mo put into it.

"What's the meaning of the two flowers?" Wormwood, who was once a human being, doesn't know their allusions.

"This camellia is called Qin Sehe." Xun Mo put down the teapot in his hand, he turned to look at the flowers, a faint smile slipped across his thin lips, suddenly the iceberg melted, and the flowers bloomed in the warmth of spring.

Wormwood thought she was dazzled, how could that be?He has never shown such a tender side to himself.

A gentle knife would hurt someone more than a sharp arrow last night, and Ai Cao's soul suddenly throbbed with pain.

He has a lot of things to say to him, to tell him slowly over the long years, they want to be together forever, because he loves him.Ai Cao stood up, he didn't want to be treated like a guest.

Xun Mo wiped it with the Cold Moon Sword, without turning his head, he said: "It's good to sit and rest, I'll finish it right away, and I'll talk to you."

Ai Cao stood behind Xun Mo, his dark eyes shone brightly: "Mo, let's run away together."

"Okay." Xun Mo answered very straightforwardly, followed him and said: "But it will take two days, and I will take someone with me."

"Who?" Ai Cao's eyes froze instantly.

With both hands moved forward, the Hanyue sword returned to its sheath immediately.Xun Mo raised his head, and he replied, "One is called A Luo..."

Suddenly, a pair of arms hugged him tightly from behind.

The wormwood was sticking to his back, and his eyes were full of silly tears: "We are brothers, Mo."

Xun Mo's body froze slightly, and he lowered his eyes to look at the hands around his waist: "Of course, Ai Cao, we are brothers."

Suddenly the heart fluttered and flew, and the folded and changing light and shadow fabricated thousands of beauties. Ai Cao pressed her head tightly, as if the happiness in her hand would slip away if she was not careful.

He closed his eyes and whispered: "I love you, Mo, not a brother, but a lover."

As if the stone had broken the sky, the expression on Xun Mo's face suddenly changed as he had vaguely guessed.He snapped away Ai Cao's hand and pushed her into the seat behind him.Condescending, he looked at the other party: "Ai Cao, I consider you a brother."

"Brother, we are not related by blood, so why can't we love each other."

"How could this happen?" The overgrown branches and leaves had long been hiding in the dark, but at this moment they came up menacingly, only Xun Mo was so shocked that he let go of the wormwood: "You have to explain it clearly to me."

"If you treat me well, I will naturally fall in love with you slowly." Ai Cao raised her head, her mouth was full of bitterness, and a self-deprecating smile hung on his face: "When you come, you will come, how to put it clearly. "

They thought that after confessing their love, they could find a place and hide their names from then on...

I wanted to confide the words in my stomach, but lost the reason to confide in an instant.What he wants and himself are split into separate time and space.Life is a sharp knife, always strike at the softest place, even if you become a ghost, you can't escape.

Ai Cao didn't remember how he left. When he was leaning against the pillar of Changle Palace, Director Sha came to find him.

Mingling's face was pale, and Director Sha had long been used to seeing it, but today's emptiness in Ai Cao's eyes still made Director Sha jump.

When he was a bandit, Chief Sha was a judge of the situation, and he was just talking about the morals of the rivers and lakes.The secret envoys didn't want him to offend, so he hurriedly bowed and saluted with a very correct attitude: "The king invites the night watchmen to go to Yilanju."

Wormwood lowered his eyes, and he remained silent.So Manager Sha had to wait patiently.After a while, Manager Sha heard a voice asking: Who is that A Luo?

Director Sha was slightly taken aback, and he immediately smiled and said, "Didn't the little mortal bring him back from the night watchman?"

It's him?Ai Cao wanted to laugh crazily, his eyes sank into the abyss of hurt, they were full of faint light.He straightened his body and said, "It's Yilan Residence, I'm going right now."

Orchid House, ordinary people would never have imagined that there would be such a place in the Black Mountain of Yongye.Qushui, small bridges, houses, and a wisteria flower swaying gently in the sun, with a click, the gloomyness of Montenegro was shut out.

The Black Mountain Demon King sat in the pavilions of the small bridge, and the warm wind of the warm water patted his clothes and swayed the fishing rod in his hand gently, making the pool water under the bridge sparkle slightly.

The black robe on his body showed his whole body, even though his face was still shrouded in black mist, it overshadowed the scenery of the whole courtyard.

Ai Cao walked behind him and remained silent for a long time.

The Black Mountain Demon King stared at the pool leisurely, and he said leisurely: "Here it is, why have you kept silent."

Wormwood is as silent as gold.

The Black Mountain Demon King suddenly put a smile on his lips: "Night watchman, it's just so awkward, be careful I will treat you as a woman."

"Since when did the king see me as a man?" Ai Cao's voice was very weak.

The red carp in the pond is very alert, the fishing line is floating in the water, the red carp bites the bait, but it just doesn't take the bait.He pulled up the fishing rod several times, but it was empty. The Black Mountain Demon King looked at the few red carps leisurely passing by underwater, and said speciously: "Night Watcher, what should I do with you?"

The wind from Yilanju gently blew over the wormwood, putting a little warmth on the surface of his cold body.He treats him differently, Ai Cao knows it in her heart, but she still hates it.

"We are all the king's people, and we can only obey the king's orders."

Ai Cao's words sounded cute, but the meaning behind it left him alone.The Black Mountain Demon King dropped the fishing rod in his hand silently, and he stood up.

Now he was standing side by side with Ai Cao, who was not short by a full head lower than him.

Time and light and shadow all brought an unclear atmosphere in the silence, and the unbearable wormwood suddenly leaned against the railing of the small bridge.Seen from behind, he was really thin as a bamboo stick.

Something is about to happen, eyes seem to grow on the back, making Ai Cao's soul nervously waiting for the moment to shrink.