[Murong Bai] Daily life in Shiniu Town

Now is the last time.

Murong Bai has gradually lost control of his inner demons.

So I will use the spell passed down by my ancestors to bring the curse back to me.

I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that I will never see him again after death.

It is said that a person has a soul after death, and at this moment I really hope so.

If there is a soul lingering in the mortal world, it is better to accompany him for a while longer.

I really like you, and I want to confess again, but that's just a burden for those who are still alive.

I looked at him and finally just lifted my feet and kissed him on the lips.

Not daring to look into his eyes, I turned my head away again, looking around with nostalgia.

I've lived here for 18 years.

The peach blossoms on the peach tree next to the Eight Diagrams Array are about to disperse.

That's okay, anyway, no one will come to appreciate it in the future.

I calmed down and recited the mantra silently in my heart.

As for Murong Bai, he suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Susu..." His tone was soothing and calm, but for some reason, I heard a dangerous aura.

He lowered his head and continued in my ear, "I've already read that "Qin's Xiaozha."

"..." I raised my head in shock, watched him bend the corner of his mouth, and then moved his arms lightly.

The pale golden seal once again appeared in the air, broke into countless pieces, and slowly disappeared.

"..." I was shocked again, this time with a little helplessness.

Sure enough, with my ability, I can't restrain him.

"Exchanging your life for mine, would it be too cruel to treat me like this?" His eyes slowly became tinged with cruelty and madness, "It's better to release the black magic energy and refine the golden elixir of immortality , we will live forever together..."

"Murong Bai..."

It's too late to say anything now, I just watched him being surrounded by black air, completely integrated with the inner demon.

Murong Bai reappeared in front of me, his robe turned dark green, his long hair cascading down his waist.

Although his appearance has not changed, if there is a black evil spirit that seems to be absent, he is dark and coquettish.

Things sped in the other direction out of control.

As a guardian, he made the demon faller into a demon.

Know the spell but can't cast it.

Next, I don't know how to protect the person in front of me.

I'm really incompetent...

At this time, she could only look at him with red eyes.

Murong Bai also looked at me, a demonic light flashed in his eyes, unexpectedly gentleness remained.

I don't know if that is my illusion.

Devil, is there a time of tenderness?

I stretched out my hand and grabbed his sleeve subconsciously: "Murong Bai..."

At this time, what should I say?

Should I comfort him, or comfort myself?

Murong Bai ignored me, but slowly bent down.

His face was close to mine, and his lips were lightly pressed against mine.

His lips are still soft and warm, just like when I worked up the courage to kiss him.

But what is he thinking now?

Is it sad or happy?

When I was thinking wildly, Murong Bai suddenly left me, and his shadow disappeared in a flash.

Xiaomei exclaimed, and only after hearing her voice did I find her and Wang Dahammer.

"You..." I looked at them from afar, "Why don't you leave?"

Did he not leave or did he come back? When did he come back? Did you see it?

"I..." Xiaomei also looked a little flustered, "You...Susu, Murong Bai..."

Murong Bai didn't let her finish speaking.

"If you're not going, then don't go," he said.

With a wave of his sleeves, Xiaomei and Wang Dahui were bound.

This binding spell is definitely much easier to use than mine.

"Susu!" Wang Dachui yelled at me while struggling, "Murong Bai has gone crazy, don't hurry up..."

Then his mouth was also sealed by Murong Bai.

But even if he didn't finish his sentence, I actually knew what he wanted to say.

In a flash, Murong Bai returned to my side.

I looked at him and knew what I should say, but couldn't say it.

"Susu, look." Murong Bai raised his hand and pointed.

Looking in the direction of his finger, peach blossoms bloomed one by one on the peach tree that was so bald that there were almost no branches left.

The graceful red and the misty ink-colored evil spirit entwined around it.

Extraordinarily fascinating.

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Ah... I don't feel a little...

But it must not be pitted~~~