A man who is broken into mud, a ring that is safe and sound.

The death of Mo Fuyi left nothing but the messiness of this place.

She died, but Lu Jiuque was not happy at all.

Unexpectedly, Mo Fuyi, who was so ruthless, turned out to be an infatuated person who did not regret it.

However, this is a self-directed and self-acted tragedy.

But all of this has been a one-man show for her ink cloth from beginning to end? Or is it the guidance and hints of the people in charge?

Lu Jiuque didn't dare to assert it......

She only knows that the most terrible and simple thing in the world is the human heart.

Suddenly, a hand touched Lu Jiuque's eyebrows.

'Don't frown, it's not for you. ’

Fit?

Lu Jiuque's expression was a little trance-like, and she always felt that the person in front of her was also clearly extinguished, and she always made her unreal.

God...... Emperor Shifang, which one is the real you?

Is it the one who will gently soothe the wrinkles of her brows, or the one who stands on the top of the corpse mountain of dry bones, smiling bloodthirsty and trampling the common people under his feet?

Is it the one who will patiently guide her, or the one who is going to take advantage of her?

Emperor Shifang was stabbed in the heart by her hazy eyes, and he knew that she would be jealous, apprehensive, confused, and hesitant.

But he didn't say anything, he believed that if he gave her time, she would be able to see clearly.

Because, he never really intended to hurt her......

Never......

After a while, Lu Jiuque looked away in embarrassment and muttered, "You're all dirty." ’

Emperor Shifang replied softly and pinched her cheek gently.

'Little servant, such a thing does not happen to us. ’

Lu Jiuque couldn't help but be stunned, and Emperor Shifang continued: "Even if it was the initial use, I never lied to you. ’

‘……’

So, don't be upset. 'Stupid.

'I'...... Not at all. ’

'Well, I know. ’

Emperor Shifang replied softly, held her slightly cool hand, and collected it in the palm of his hand.

Solemnly, as if collecting treasures.

His body temperature, like this, slowly surrounded her and passed to her heart, inexplicably soothing her anxiety, which was worth a thousand words.

She couldn't help but hook her lips shallowly, instinctively holding him back.

Some of the answers were announced in advance before they realized it.

It was true for him, and it was true for her.

……

At this end, the blood of the ink breeze sprayed at Mei Ke's feet, he frowned leisurely, and took a step back gently.

Elegant pace, noble temperament, still dusty.

And in those glass-like eyes, there was no trace of waves, so cold that the peak masters thought that the scene of Fang Cai Mo blowing up his dantian was just his own dream.

After stroking Dayu, Mei Ke raised his eyes and said, "Sect Master Yin, I don't know if you call the juniors over, what instructions do you have?" ”

Yin Wuxian smiled gently, and the authority of the sect master was fully revealed: "I just care about the situation of the virtuous nephew, after all, the virtuous nephew came to my Fighting Soul Sect, but this sect master ignores it, and it will be criticized." ”

The meaning of this is that you, Mei Ke, as a member of the Xuantian Sect, came to the place of the Fighting Spirit Sect without calling one, which is unreasonable.

Mei Ke's eyes flashed, and he arched his hand and said, "Yes, the junior Xie Dou Soul Sect Master cares, but the junior has something to ask for." ”

"Oh?"

"The junior wants to talk to Miss Lu alone."

Yin Wuxian smiled: "Xiao Jiu'er, what do you think?" ”

Emperor Shifang frowned in displeasure, and the cold air swished out again, Lu Jiuque was amused in his heart, and shook his hand gently, and then said to Mei Ke: "Yes." ”

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