Wang Ye is a Demon

The night gradually obscured the light. In Zhiyuan Pavilion, the woman carefully lit the oil lamp, and the faint light drove away the loneliness that night brought.

Since Mo Jianchen went to Yichun Tower, he has never seen him again.

Gu Yining walked to the mirror leisurely, looking at the hair he was twirling for her in the mirror, a slight smile appeared on her delicate face unconsciously, she looked at herself in the mirror, as if she could see him acting for her The gentle look when he combed his hair, as if he could see the comb in one hand and the serious look when he ran the hair down the other hand.

The room is quiet, everything seems to be quiet.

Slender hand slowly supported her hair and slowly removed the hair that Mo Jianchen had tied for her. The black hair drooped down. As she picked up the comb to straighten her hair, a knock on the door outside the room interrupted her. The movement of her hands.

Looking at the door curiously, Ye was quiet, the door was gently pushed open, and then what came into her eyes was a long figure, Mo Jianchen, slowly walking towards her like a gentleman After seeing her, Junyan unconsciously showed a shallow smile.

He walked to the dressing table leisurely, the scent of the purse faintly diffused from his waist, his skeletal hand was gently lifted, and then there was a clear crash, he removed his hand, the empty dressing table A hairpin was added in vain.

"You..." Gu Yi stared at the hairpin, his eyes were full of surprises. After all, he took the hairpin back, "Did you really bring it back?"

When Mo Jianchen heard that, the corners of his lips rose involuntarily, creating a beautiful arc: "What can't this king do?"

For her, he can even go to heaven to hold the moon.

"Don't lose it anymore..." Mo Jianchen said, he bent down and put his hands on the dressing table, and of course he wrapped Gu Yining between his hands. A touch of evil appeared on handsome face, "Little Qi."

! ! !

Gu Yining was taken aback, as if he missed a beat, how could he know the name the old bustard gave her! She even called her so easily, as if he kept calling her like this.

"You...!" Gu Yining turned back abruptly. She wanted to have a good theory with him, but she did not expect that the distance between the two after looking back was so close. Suddenly messed up.

The man looked at her, and when he was not prepared, his thin lips lightly touched her two soft petals, and swept past like a dragonfly, but it made her mind go blank for a moment, and a burst of heat climbed up. Her beautiful face made her confused for a while whether it was caused by the hot weather or by Mo Jianchen.

"I'm going to sleep..." Gu Yining turned back, got up from the chair, and walked towards the bed.

Looking back again, but he didn't want Mo Jianchen but still stood there, he didn't seem to want to leave.

She couldn't take care of that much anymore, she simply lay on the bed, her thin body turned her back to Mo Jianchen, and she didn't know how long it took, the sleepiness gradually struck her eyes, she closed her eyes slowly, and fell into a piece of In the endless and quiet darkness.

Mo Jianchen did not leave, but slowly walked to the edge of the bed. He sat on the bed carefully, as if he was afraid to disturb her.

"Stupid..." Mo Jianchen murmured softly. She fell asleep without changing the medicine for the wound.

auzw.com The big skeletal hand slowly put on her collar, and her slender fingers gently pinched her collar and gently pulled it down.

Gu Yining seemed to feel something, she moved her body slightly, "Huh?" A soft voice reached his ears, dimly like the moonlight at night.

"It's okay...Sleep..." Mo Jianchen whispered softly to her, as if he was coaxing an awakened rabbit to sleep.

He patted Gu Yining lightly, and some dark blue light radiated from his palm. Gu Yining didn't see these little fluorescent lights. The drowsiness hit her like a wave at high tide, and the sleepy eyes that just opened were at this moment. Closed slowly.

Mo Jianchen gently pulled down her collar, the snow-like skin was exposed to the air, and the collar slowly pulled down. It was the fine cloth tied to the shoulders, and a faint trace of dried blood. The white muslin spilled out about it, and Mo Jianchen frowned slightly. Could it be that the wound has worsened without changing the dressing for several days?

He carefully loosened the muslin for her, but he didn't want the wound and the muslin to stick together, his deep eyes couldn't help showing a trace of distress, and he really didn't want her to endure this kind of pain anymore.

The palm lightly covered the wound, and a little fluorescent light blue slowly overflowed from his palm, and gently dipped into the muslin, only to see that the white muslin was slowly melted by the blue. , Eventually disappeared.

What was exposed to the air was the wound on her shoulder, and it didn't seem to be getting better, she shouldn't have suffered such pain.

The light blue was still jumping in the air. They penetrated into her wound, like a group of elves, slowly healing the wound on the back of her shoulder. The wound was slowly shrinking and the red was slowly fading. Until the light blue restores her snow-like gel skin to her.

Gu Yining fell asleep and sank suddenly, as if he had fallen into a time hole, spinning and shuttling, and finally landed in a large amusement park.

The sky is getting dim, the setting sun is beautiful, and half of the sky is plated like a satin, and there are endless tourists around, but she is alone.

The first feeling that came to her mind was surprise. She looked at her dress in surprise—it was no longer an ancient costume, could it be...she came back again?

But she didn't seem to be as happy as she had imagined. She was looking forward to traveling back to the modern day and night, but now that she is truly in the modern world, her heart seems to be missing.

She looked around nervously, but did not find the person she wanted to see: "Mo Jianchen?"

She took a step, shuttled through the crowd, looking for the familiar face.

Slowly, she stopped and stood in the crowd, watching the tourists coming and going. She couldn't help but laugh at herself secretly, too... Mo Jianchen didn't belong to this era. It will naturally not appear here.

She couldn't help feeling lonely, and she suddenly realized that without Mo Jianchen, her life seemed to suddenly lose its color.

She returned to the place where she thought about it day and night, but she did not have the joy of imagination.

Passed through the crowd in despair, sat on an unmanned bench, and stared at the tourists in front of him with hollow eyes.

But the excitement is theirs, and she has nothing.

Suddenly, a chill was pressed against her profile, and a familiar voice came into her ears: "Why are you sitting here?"