Liu Fuyi's face was seriously controlling the jiuxuan demon collecting tower in the air, and his sweat dripped down his neck without knowing it.

In the middle of the clouds, Mu Sheng moves so fast that the onlookers can only see a light yellow swaying around. He splits a road with the explosion sparks, approaches Mu Yao, takes off a steel ring on his right wrist, and smashes it at the water mirror -

the steel ring is like the heaven and earth circle of Nezha. In an instant, he breaks up the water mirror, changes it into a hula hoop, and pours over to entangle the water mirror Mirror.

The water mirror was put in the circle, struggling, twisting left and right, trying to open and break the small circle, but it was like an inflated balloon was strangled by the neck, and it was stuck.

In front of the towering tower, the stubborn water mirror is as down as a loach, and it can't get rid of the end of being sucked into the tower.

After finishing the task, the demon collecting tower turns around in the same place, turns off the light, staggers to reduce its size, and returns to its small and exquisite appearance. It floats to Liu Fuyi like a pet dog.

Liu Fu's clothes didn't care to praise it at the moment. His face was pale and his eyes were staring at Mu Yao in Mu Sheng's arms for a moment.

Mu Sheng holds Mu Yao at his waist and slowly falls from the air.

Far away, it looked like a fierce little whirlwind. When he got close, he found how embarrassed he was: his clothes were cut several times, and his face was painted.

Miaomiao cheered up and looked carefully at the murmur with the warm yellow light of the lantern.

Mu Sheng is a clear stream among the male masters of the floating boat. He doesn't wear white or green clothes. When the hero rescues the beauty, she will wear bright and soft goose yellow.

It's light yellow, eye-catching and not eye-catching. Along the edge of the collar pinched a black edge, hard and domineering, this dress on him, unexpectedly not soft, only pretty.

Not only that, he also wore a high ponytail. From the front, you can see that the white hair band at the end of the ponytail is just dotted in the hair, which is like the lemon fragrance in a glass bowl.

His hair was extremely black, and his forehead was slightly curled. It naturally separated to both sides, revealing a beautiful and soft beauty tip. His forehead is white. When he looks up, his black eyes are very bright, like two moons in the lake.

Miaomiao sighed once. Zhongfen and meirenjian are perfect match.

And secretly sighed once again, Mu Sheng and she imagined completely not the same appearance.

Most of the strokes of the floating boat are concentrated on Liu Fu's clothes, which are soft and lonely, cold and affectionate. They try to use a lot of appearance description to highlight the changeable and strange charm of the hero, so that Miaomiao can take the right seat at the first sight of Liu Fu's clothes.

In contrast, the poor man No. 2 doesn't even have a description of his appearance.

If it wasn't for heilianhua's use of her own stunt to blow up sparks and expose her identity, she didn't believe it at all. The boy in front of her was Mu Sheng.

She thought that as a qualified black lotus, it would be a kind of low-key and gloomy temperament.

In front of him, the young man came far away, with a sharp hair tail, swinging up and down, which reminds people of the first yellow Jasmine in early spring, or the tender bud on a willow, or the juice splashing from a full orange bite.

Such a person is actually a sick, split personality, psychopath, like a dead flower, how can we not let people despair?

Mu Sheng and Liu Fu Yi have already quarreled.

"I'm just going out to take some medicine, and my sister can have an accident. What do you think? I urge you to stay with her. Don't leave her alone. You... "

"Ah Sheng..." Mu Yao's weak voice rang out. She lay on the bed of the West Wing room, stretched out her slender arm and pulled Mu Sheng's sleeve.

Just now, the angry Mu voice suddenly changed his face and looked at Mu Yao tenderly, "sister, is it painful?"

His eyes are round, his long eyelashes are clear, and he bends a flexible arc. His black eyes reflect Mu Yao's face. He looks innocent, as if it was not mu Yao but him who was injured.

Ling Miaomiao made this change arouse goose bumps.

Mu Sheng's skin is white, like a clear white jade, and the blood way on his face is particularly abrupt and shocking.

Mu Yao looked at her brother's face, cold as she, also forced out a smile: "I'm ok."

"But I feel pain..." Mu Sheng grabs her hand and sticks it to her face. She is so charming.

Mu Sheng has a delicate face.

In the end, there is no blood relationship. Although they are beautiful, they are not a kind of beauty. The beauty of muyao reminds people of the white snow on the top of the mountain, cold and aloof, proud and noble.

Mu Sheng is just the opposite. He is a poisonous flower with sentimental eyes. There is a kind of beauty between youth and young girl, which can attract people to sink.

Mu Yao coughed twice, turned a blind eye to the present coquetry, and coldly drew back her hand: "if it hurts, I'll go back to apply the medicine, and I still have the strength to scream here?"

Mu Yao, a kind and pure man, thinks that his younger brother, who has always been clever, is aggressive to Liu Fu's clothes because he has blown up his hair for a while, and thinks that he is not polite.Mu Sheng was stunned and glanced at Liu Fu's clothes. The threat in his eyes flashed by and was replaced by a look of grievance. The long eyelashes overturned, just like a fan cluster, listlessly unable to fan,

"sister, I didn't mean to get angry If I hadn't come back today, you would have had an accident! I told him not to leave you alone. Can't wait for a moment? "

Liu Fuyi stood aside, watching Mu Yao painfully, his eyes full of remorse.

"All right." Mu Yao rubbed his temple and said patiently, "I asked him to brush his clothes. I have nothing to do, I'm not a child, and I need to be watched. I want to catch the big demon quickly. "

"Is catching demons more important than your sister's life?" Mu Sheng was so angry that he suddenly raised his voice. "He left you alone in the room, sister. Don't you blame him at all?"

He glanced at Liu Fu's clothes before he could take them off and said, "he's going to marry another woman!"

"Murmur!" Mu Yao was angry at last. "They all said that I had told you to brush my clothes. Getting married is just a play. Why don't you give up?" She took a breath. "What did your parents teach you? How can there be people who are greedy for life and afraid of death in the family of guarding the way

Mu Sheng was so angry that he bit his teeth and took two steps back.

Liu Fuyi couldn't help but rush to the bedside to hold Mu Yao in his arms and close his eyes: "Yao Er, it's me who's bad, it's me who's bad..."

Mu Yao's anger turned into water like tenderness in an instant. She held Fu Yi's face: "don't blame yourself, Fu Yi. It's right to take the overall situation into consideration. Ah Sheng is also impatient..."

Their foreheads touched each other, and they began to talk about their feelings. The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally they whispered.

Ling Miaomiao peeps at Mu Sheng, standing rigidly on one side with a fist in his hand, gloating: if anger can turn into fire, Mu Sheng can definitely burn down the whole house at this moment.

The next second, she couldn't laugh. The salty and bitter liquid flowed into her mouth. She wiped her face and touched a hand of tears.

What's the matter? She's crying uncontrollably!

Miaomiao goes all out to recall the original plot: Ling Yu, who runs to the west chamber after Fu Yi, sees the love of the leading character Yuan Yang Xiu. Knowing that her dream of marrying her sweetheart is broken, she immediately can't stand up. She sits down against the wall and tears silently in the corner.

Ling Yu's disappointed look was attracted by the murmur standing on one side.

Heilianhua is very sensitive to the world. He suddenly sees Lingyu girl Huaichun's careful thinking, and immediately doubts her.

That is to say

The boy in yellow turned around and came step by step towards her in the corner. His eyes were black and moist, just like a lake in a state of unrest.

His eyes fell on Miaomiao's tearful face, and he looked at it lightly. He pressed the corner of his eyebrow lightly and flashed a trace of coldness.

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