Love in Xuancheng

Jin Palace

"Do you remember Cangwu?" the voice of the wind broke the silence in the house.

"Cang Wu? The demon king Cang Wu? The frightening demon Jing raised by Xiyu Qi?" Mo sang seemed to suddenly understand something and suddenly stood up.

"Do you mean that the soul devouring magic Jing in the princess is the one Xiyu contracted to raise? Since Xiyu died, the magic Jing has also lost its trace. Everyone thought that the magic Jing was blocked by Xiyu, most of the attacks were destroyed, and it still followed!"

Feng moye didn't speak. Mo sang looked like watching a good play. He sat down lazily, picked up a tea cup, glanced at Feng moye, and joked: "Alas! It's good -- Cangwu vowed to cultivate into an immortal and marry Xi Yu in the five continents and twelve regions. His love enemies are especially jealous when they meet."

"He doesn't deserve it!" Feng moye's cold eyes were cold.

"Don't deserve it! You deserve it! But I'm curious. How did you find it? You can't find it until Mojing wakes up! What happened?" Mo sang talked about it for a long time and finally asked the key point.

Feng moye pointed to the wound on his chest and didn't speak.

"The princess stabbed?" Morsan was a little unbelievable. Can the princess break his guard and stab him? He probably posted it voluntarily!

Oh -- cold and arrogant, such as you, have also been reduced to using bitter meat! Love - the most magical thing in the world!

"Not intentional!" Feng moye explained faintly.

Mo Sang put away his teasing, gently rubbed the edge of the cup with his thumb, and his eyes were quiet and distant, as if he were recalling the past a long time ago.

"Don't love, don't hurt! How much does Xi Yu love you? He didn't forget to give orders to Cangwu before he died, but tied his heart with magic thorns! Chi! Chi!..."

"Order? It's mostly Cangwu's idea!" there was a strong anger in Feng moye's tone.

Mo sang snorted softly, "even I can see that it was Xi Yu's order. Can't you really see that? If she hurt you, she will punish and warn herself with ten thousand thorns. Don't say Cangwu, for you, you are willing? If she didn't order, Cangwu would never do anything to hurt her!"

Your wisdom was eaten by the dog? Can anyone with a brain see it? Cangwu loves Xiyu as much as you do. How can he be willing to let Xiyu suffer from the pain of ten thousand thorns! Mo sang couldn't help feeling sick.

"You go down and find the method of removal as soon as possible!" Feng moye ordered to drive people away.

"You really don't need the help of the medical God to see your injury? Don't always be indifferent to people thousands of miles, which will scare your little princess! Get along well with your rival, don't bring disaster to the fish in the pond --" Mo sang smiled and disappeared. He's not stupid enough to step on someone's pain and stay waiting to be grabbed and beaten.

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The sky outside has turned white. Thinking that the sleeping people on the collapsed bed are waking up, Feng moye and Yi lie beside her and close their eyes.

Mo Sang's "don't love, don't hurt" repeatedly sounded in his ear, just like a heart demon. Feng moye frowned anxiously.

The sun shines through the window lattice into the house. Shen Xingyue rubbed his bleary eyes and suddenly found the wind lying on his side. He is still wearing a red wedding suit. A large amount of blood on his chest is still dazzling red. Last night's scenes can't help but emerge in his mind.

"He won't die?" Shen Xingyue murmured in her heart and hurriedly stretched out her hand to explore his breath. "It's OK, just live!" his small hand patted his heart and breathed a long sigh of relief.