Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 650 The pit is 123 meters deep if you fall in love (6)
The flames were all left behind, moving like sparks.

Mo Jiu watched and watched, his dizzy head became more and more frustrating.

She leaned on Xiao Qian's shoulder and wrapped his arms around his neck.

"Rokuro, I thought I'd never see you again..."

He looked down at her, with a strangely dull voice, "No matter where you are, I will come."

"Oh..." Mo Jiuban closed her eyes, always feeling that his complexion was not good, but she couldn't figure it out before she regained her senses, "But, are you... unhappy?"

"Ah Jiu." Xiao Qian stroked her hair affectionately, tightened his windcloak, and wrapped her in his arms, "It's nothing. Everything is over...you close your eyes and take a rest. "After that, he lowered his head and kissed her forehead, a focused kiss, full of nostalgia, pity, and an indescribable sadness.

"Liulang..." Mo Jiu choked up.

With him like this, Mo Jiu, who had survived the torment of nine lives and one death, suddenly wanted to cry... She believed that there was no other man in this world who would treat her as well as Xiao Qian.What's more important is this man, she also wants to treat him doubly well.

... Fortunately, all crises are over.

They still have a long, long time in the future, and they can love each other well.

With a slight smile, her lips, which were hiding in the hollow of his shoulder, raised happily, her voice was light and confused, but calmer than expected, "Is it time to leave the tomb?"

"Yes." Xiao Qian said approvingly, "Ah-Jiu is worthy of being a Juzi."

"The lady's jade carving... have you got it?" She said in a shallow voice, half asleep, half awake, her breathing was intoxicated and chaotic.

"got it."

"Oh." Wiping his forehead on his shoulder, Mo Jiu raised his eyes slowly, and Hei Lingling's eyeballs were fixed on his face motionless, "Then Alang can explain now, what kind of swollen cheeks were there before?" Xinli, do you mean that the nose is tired of goose fat?"

I didn't expect her to remember it so clearly.

Xiao Qian was startled, and laughed softly, there was a narrow light in his eyes.

"It means that you are fat, your cheeks are round like a lychee, your nose is like a goose beak, flat and flat..."

"Xiao Liulang!" Mo Jiu hummed weakly, pinching him angrily.

"...A narrow-minded woman." Xiao Qian chuckled lightly, but let her play tricks and did not stop her. Xiao Liulang, who had indulged him so arrogantly, made Mo Jiu, who had returned like a catastrophe, feel a sense of gratitude in his heart. the warmth.She hugged Xiao Qian's neck tightly again, and put her head in her arms.

"But I'm still... poisoned. Yin-yang killing, can't it be solved?"

"Of course..." He bowed his head, his eyes seemed to be flickering, "It can be solved."

"How to solve it?" Mo Jiu was full of hope.

"Well, I'll tell you when I get back."

"Again..." she moaned.

"...Take a nap, be good."

His low voice, in the cold wind, was thin and hoarse, clear and transparent, as if carrying some kind of hypnotic magic power. Mo Jiu, who was covered in cold sweat and woke up in a state of confusion, felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. Although he still had a lot to say to Xiao Liulang, he gradually couldn't resist Zhou Gong's call, and fell into a deep sleep in his arms. .

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Waking up from endless dreams, Mo Jiu was covered in cold sweat, but his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke, and his body felt as uncomfortable as if he was placed on a grill and burned by a fire.

She slowly opened her eyes, surrounded by darkness, except for her own hot breathing, there was no sound at all.

(End of this chapter)