Wang Ye is a Demon

Gu Yining looked at Mo Jianchen under him in surprise, and after a moment of blankness in his mind, he involuntarily pushed him away, his cheeks could not help but a light red.

The man sat up and leaned back. There was a hint of playfulness in the corners of his eyes, but the playfulness was fleeting, and soon there was more tolerance in the corners of his eyes—the wound hurt again.

Gu Yining just wanted to say something, the sudden pain in her chest made her small face wrinkle, and she took a breath.

Since she woke up, her body would always be unconsciously painful. When one side didn’t get better, the other side started to hurt again. At this moment, her chest was aching again, and her little hand couldn’t help but help. On the chest, he smoothed gently, trying to relieve the pain.

She was still a weak little woman after all, and she couldn't bear such pain.

"What's wrong?" Mo Jianchen asked with concern when seeing a touch of pain on Gu Yining's face.

Gu Yining put down her hand, her chest still felt painful, "It's okay, it's just that her chest hurts a bit these days."

Chest pain? Mo Jianchen looked at Gu Yining, and his deep eyes couldn't help but feel a touch of doubt, but soon, that doubt passed away quietly, replaced by a light smile.

By coincidence, his chest hurts too.

"Except for chest pain, where else can it hurt?" Mo Jianchen asked quietly.

"And here..." Gu Yining pointed to her arm obediently, and then changed another place, "It will hurt here too..."

Everywhere he pointed was the wound Mo Jianchen left on the battlefield. When he hurt, she also hurt.

He divided his life for her, but that life was his own after all. He was injured, and even if there were no wounds on her body, he would naturally suffer from the pain.

"Have you seen the doctor?" Mo Jianchen continued to ask.

"Jun Li said that I am not a serious problem." Even Gu Yining himself couldn't believe it when he said that, it was not a serious problem, so how could it hurt?

I thought Mo Jianchen would be a little bit confused, but didn't want him to smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Gu Yi was puzzled.

"This king gave you his life, so you are connected with this king in pain." Mo Jianchen explained calmly.

? ? ?

Gu Yining's face is full of puzzlement, is there such an operation?

"You only share 20% of the pain in this king."

Seeing that Gu Yining was silent, Mo Jianchen continued: "In the future, you and I, if any one of you is injured, the other party will feel it."

He assigned his life to her, and the pain was naturally assigned to her.

The air suddenly fell into silence at this moment, and Gu Yi stared down and said nothing. After a long time, she raised her eyes, but there was a thick heartache in the clear eyes: "Why don't you hurt?"

She was only allocated 20% of the pain, and she was so uncomfortable that she couldn't help covering her chest. Is this Mo Jianchen, who has suffered multiple injuries on the battlefield? How much pain did you endure?

"It doesn't hurt." Mo Jianchen looked at Gu Yining with a smile, and his deep eyes showed a gentleness that he didn't even notice.

Gu Yi stared at him, really didn't want to see any more injuries. He had suffered so many injuries, and even collapsed on her body. At the moment, she still looked painless.

A ghostly image of him and her double cultivation that day appeared in her mind, and after everything was over, she returned to her original condition.

"Chen Chen... If... Shuang Xiu... will your body be better?" Gu Yi Ning asked with a blushing ear, lowered his eyes, and asked shyly.

Mo Jianchen hummed softly, "What?"

There was a light that seemed like nothing in his eyes, and Can Xia printed in through the paper window, and his eyes were stained with mottled light and shadow. He seemed a little surprised—he never thought of Gu Yining. Will mention this to him.

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He looked at the woman in front of him curiously. The room was quiet, and Gu Yining did not give him any reply.

The slender body sat next to him obediently, his eyes were gentle, as if there was a stream of spring water.

He raised his little hand leisurely, and touched his feathers with his fingertips.

He looked at her quietly, as if he didn't mean to stop it at all.

The feather clothes slipped, and the fragrant shoulders like fat were immediately exposed to the air.

Mo Jianchen looked at her calmly, there was still not too much emotion on his handsome face.

She slowly approached, and suddenly the lotus arm looped around his neck, and then there was a softness on the thin lips.

Mo Jianchen was really taken aback by the unprecedented initiative, a moment of surprise crossed the corner of his eyes, but soon he was replaced by a smile.

He did not attack, allowing the woman in front of him to attack, inch after inch, but he was exceptionally gentle.

The clothes are completely fallen, the curves are graceful, and a trace of flax is slowly filling her body.

There seemed to be a warm current slowly climbing upwards, as if there was magic, healed all the pain in the body.

She healed him inch by inch, as if he had fallen into an unmanned state, everything around was quiet and beautiful, and he could hear his voice and feel his energetic aura.

The night gradually came to an end, bringing a layer of mystery to the Palace of the Eight Princes.

Inside Mingxian's studio, an oil lamp was still bright, emitting a faint light.

On the bed are Mo Jianchen and Gu Yining.

He gently hugged her in his arms, his handsome face was already a little bloody, he was not asleep, and his clear eyes shone with fine light under the oil lamp.

Gu Yining seemed to make a glorious sacrifice every time. She thought that she would control the whole process this time, but she didn't want the man to turn away from the guest.

She is now lying in his arms, sleeping peacefully.

She seemed to have a long dream. In the dream, there were golden horses and iron horses everywhere, with the sound of horses hoofs, killings everywhere, and blood splattering everywhere.

It's a frontier war.

The soldiers charged into the battle one by one, their swords intersected, and even the sound of the blade slashing their necks was clearly audible.

For some reason, she could faintly smell a thick **** smell, which was disgusting.

In the dream, there is Mo Jianchen...or in other words, in the dream, she becomes Mo Jianchen.

Holding a silver sword in his hand, he rode a horse all the way through the thorns, the silver sword accurately slashed through the enemy's throat, the voice was clear and cruel, the blood in the throat splashed on him the moment the blade passed. Xianyi's handsome face slowly slid down again.

He was ill, but he tried his best to assassinate those enemies.

However, open spears are easy to hide, but hidden arrows are hard to guard.

Just as the blade wiped the enemy's neck again, a sharp arrow suddenly rushed into the distance.

Mo Jianchen didn't have the slightest defense, the arrow pierced his chest, followed by a piercing pain, a real feeling, and the pain reappeared.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

Outside the window, the sky was still bright, and Gu Yining gently stroked the sweat beads on his forehead.

In the ear, the gentle voice of the man came: "What's the matter?"