This is Miaomiao's first time to reach for him.

Mu Sheng was stunned for a moment. She didn't dare to move. She didn't even know how to breathe. All her attention was focused on the place where her hand was. He felt Miaomiao embracing his waist, tightened it two times, and said in a low voice, "I didn't go to chenghuazhe today. When sister Mu comes back, let them repeat it to you?"

It was for this.

There was a sense of incomprehension in his mind.

No one ever cared about his affairs, but now some people are more interested than themselves.

After a pause, he obediently replied, "well."

Ling Miaomiao finished appeasement, ready to draw back his hand, but his arm quickly a clip, her hand rogue to pressure on his waist.

Miaomiao couldn't laugh or cry. He didn't struggle any more. In the dim candlelight, he took him in this strange posture and suddenly whispered, "Ziqi, are you afraid to listen to that story?"

Murong's story has been more than half, he should be able to guess how the back is a sharp turn.

He had been searching for the truth for so long, but when he came to him, he was afraid of his hometown.

She didn't hear from him for a long time. She put out her finger and poked him in the chest. Her eyelashes flashed: "even if it's true That's a thing of the past. It's been a long time. "

In silence, he repeatedly rubbed the side of her waist with nostalgia. After a while, he reached up to her waist and pressed her into his arms.

Miaomiao only had a thin layer of bedclothes on her body, which she had just casually put on. Their bodies were close to each other. She felt a little uncomfortable and pushed his chest, which was like the struggle of a small animal.

"Well, I'm afraid." His voice suddenly came from overhead.

Ling Miaomiao hesitated and stopped earning. Looking up at his chin, he muttered, "have you ever heard a sentence: heroes don't ask about their origins?"

With that, he felt a little bit like a man's reticence and a supplementary argument. He pecked at his cold neck. He was not very skilled. The police felt like a woodpecker with an insect in his mouth.

As soon as he was stiff, his arms tightened, which attracted all his attention, and he waited for a long time without waiting for the second time.

He paused, eyelashes slightly trembled, some grievances: "no?"

“.... What? " Ling Miaomiao's empty hand was playing with the black beads on his bedclothes. Suddenly he heard the question and was full of doubts.

The young man's eyes were dark. He hooked the corners of his lips in the dim candlelight. He held her chin and looked down at her. His eyes were watery and he said deliberately: "I'm not sure I'm not as good as a cockroach in the gutter. I'm no hero... "

When Ling Miaomiao looked at him, anger really appeared in his eyes: "other cockroaches still feel that they are living strangely and moistening. They are not like you..."

After that, he felt sour in his heart. He was in a mood. He hung his neck and bit him. Several times, his lips accidentally rubbed against the young man's Adam's apple, which made his eyes dark and dark.

She just opened her hand and gave him a push without any strength. She said with hatred, "what bullshit."

As soon as her anger subsided, she subconsciously touched the corner of her mouth, and then reached out to touch several shallow teeth marks on his neck. She was stunned, and there was a chill behind her.

She probably let heilianhua teach her to be crooked. She always wanted to hit him on impulse, but subconsciously she was talking

Before I knew it, I was turned over and pressed.

The boy kisses her hair, and then his breath falls on her neck. His hand rubs her waist, and he asks in her ear: "would you like to do it again?"

*

"please stay." Mu Yao panted to catch up, "can you tell us the omitted part of the story?"

The old man pondered a little and asked, "which verse would mufangshi like to hear?"

"In the room, Mr. Zhao talked with Murong. What did they say?"

The old man stroked his forehead and said with a strong smile: "to tell you the truth, the memory in the bead is limited. Many places are broken. There are many things that the little old man can figure out by himself."

"And what did they say, as you put it together?"

He sighed and said: "Mr. Zhao went to ask Murong about his identity. Murong was silent at first, and then told the truth. Say yourself... " He glanced at Mu Yao carefully. "He said that he was not a human being, but It's... " He seemed a little unsure that the syllable would not have vomited in his mouth.

"Charming girl." Liu Fu's clothes meet at the right time. Mu Yao was pale, but did not interrupt.

"Yes, charming girl." As soon as the old man's eyes brightened, he asked nervously, "is this charming girl a demon? I'm afraid it will cause panic, so I have to delete this section. "

Mu Yao looks complex, fingertips subconsciously twist together, it seems that do not want to accept reality: "is it really a charming girl?"

Liu Fu said: "the charming girl is born without tears. If she cries bitterly, she will only cry blood. In that pile of transparent tears, there will be a blood bead. "

He paused, raised his hand and motioned the old man to continue."Young master Zhao's face was very ugly. He only asked her repeatedly why he wanted to bewitch himself and cheat himself?"

"Murong was stunned for a long time and said that he didn't have it. But Mr. Zhao didn't believe it. He seemed to be angry and left soon after

Mr. Zhao is arrogant and conceited. Once he has a preconceived guess on some things, he will inevitably be stubborn and self willed.

The more you care, the more suspicious you are, the more you can't stop thinking.

The charming girl is gorgeous. She is born to bewitch people. She argues that she is sincere. How many people will believe her?

Muyao and liufuyi were speechless for a while. After a while, liufuyi whispered to muyao, who turned back to Huazhe.

When she went away, Liu Fuyi asked in a low voice, "when the child was born, was there anything unusual?"

“....” The old man was silent for a while and smacked his lips. "When he was born, his skin was as white as snow, his ears were very sharp, his hair covered his forehead, and he didn't cry. He was very strange. But the next day, it's like an ordinary baby. "

"Oh, yes." He suddenly thought of something and said, "when the child was a child, his hair grew so fast that it grew from his shoulder to his waist overnight. The day before he left the flower fold, his mother took out a pair of scissors from the drawer. It seemed that she hesitated for a long time before holding it for him and cutting it."

"What kind of scissors?"

The old man recalled: "it's the kind of scissors used by farmers to cut grass. It's just a curved crescent on the shaft of the scissors."

"Duanyue scissors?" Liu Fuyi murmured in a low voice and was surprised.

Mu Yao came back and asked, "what is the name of Mr. Zhao?"

"I don't know. I just heard Murong once call him" Qinghuan. "

Zhao Light joy

A big family Chang'an City

Mu Yao didn't slow down for a long time. The hero in this story is Zhao Qinru's brother Light clothes wait.

Today, every one of them makes her feel very worried. The child adopted by her demon catching family, her biological mother is a tough demon.

This big demon is also a charming girl So Does it have anything to do with "she" or

She fell into a deeper meditation: if qingyihou was really the father of Musheng, then under what circumstances did he get the jade card in his hand Why do parents lie and say that ah Sheng was picked up from the monster's nest?

*

he had a dream. In the dream, the horse hoofed over the window and the thin strip of light and shadow were chaotic. In the narrow room, he was lying on the windowsill and looking at the window.

This is not the embroidered building with red tents like blood, and the people around you are not speaking soft southern dialect. Occasionally, horse hoofs pass by, raising yellow dust.

He knew that this was not his home.

There are several red marks on the bare and thin back, and there are also blue and purple nail marks on the arm, scarring scars.

In this narrow and dark room, the tender love he once had disappeared.

The woman knelt down on the mat behind him, looking at a worn-out mirror and brushing her eyebrows. She put a gorgeous mask on her gorgeous face, and her eyebrow tail flew obliquely. It was like the sword that the evil witch relied on.

The sky reflected in the dark eyes, slowly from blue to yellow.

He was lying by the window all day, looking forward to the light, but he didn't know who to wait for.

Sometimes, just watching the swallow under the eaves holding the mud to build a nest. Before it is built, the little beggar on the street pokes it with a stick, and the nest collapses. Several small eggs are broken on the ground, and the thick juice flows out of the mud in despair.

Swallows flapping their wings, whistling in the air, watching helplessly, but homeless.

The beggars grinned cruelly, lying on the ground fighting for the eggs.

He shrank back, and his fingers on the lattice were cold.

There's a shadow over my head. He turned his head. She looked down at him with a cold smile: "hungry?"

He blinked unnaturally, covered his stomach and pursed his lips. His voice was as dull as a mosquito: "hungry."

"Hungry." She is smiling, slowly squatting down, embracing his neck, twisting past, forcing him to look out, cold fingers let him shiver, "see?" She pointed to the ragged beggars outside and said, "go and eat with them."

He drew back straight, and the uneasiness in his eyes became more and more serious: "Niang..."

"Mother can't afford you." She came to the conclusion, with a vicious smile on her face, "go and ask for something to eat. If you don't come, steal and rob."

She looked at him, with a smile in her chestnut pupils, like a curse that she could not get rid of. "If you don't have this ability..." Her gorgeous red lips gently open, "on the * screen keywords."

“....” He shuddered. As she turned away, he held her leg in a panic, like a drowning man seizing the last chance of life."Mother..." "I'm obedient, I'm obedient..."

Can you not leave me

She turned her head, grabbed his little neck with ten fingers painted red Dankou, and pushed him against the old low window, which squeaked hoarsely.

The hatred in her eyes was surging. "If it wasn't for you, how could I be in such a situation?"

He opened his mouth, did not make a sound, she took the lead to release the hand, he leaned against the window to slide to the ground, cough, white neck left two purple pinch marks.

She squatted down and looked down at him like a dying dog. She touched his hair pitifully, and there was still a chill in her words: "Xiao sheng'er, be good. Before you kill him, beg for your own food, eh? "

"Mother will not want you. When you kill him, my mother will take you away. You can go wherever you want, OK

When she calmed down, she promised to be extremely gentle.

Children are always easy to cajole, even don't cajole. As long as she smiles at him as before, he will depend on everything.

With a little cautious hope, he got rid of the pain and got close to her: "that Where are you going? "

She silently straightened her hairpin and said with a smile, "my mother has something more important to do."

She lowered her head and stroked his face. Her sharp nails rubbed his cheek a few times. "Does Xiao sheng'er like his younger brother and sister?"

Her hands were so cold, like a piece of ice against him, that he was stiff. He shook his head instinctively.

He thought, mother is crazy, where to come from the younger brother and sister?

"Well, that's good," she said with a happy smile. My mother doesn't like them either - none of them can run away. "

*

someone folded the quilt twice and wrapped it around him. The quilt was too thick, so the corners of the quilt tilted up. She murmured a few words and turned over to press it with her body.

She held him hand and foot across the quilt, as tightly as a bear on a tree trunk.

He opened his eyes, just opposite her four eyes, in front of the people suddenly surprised, immediately embarrassed to put his arms and legs down, rolled to one side.

The edge of the quilt immediately tilted up. His hand reached out from the quilt, reached for it and held the girl in his arms. Her face was warm to his heart.

This kind of heat radiated directly to the four limbs and bones, and finally his blood vessels were flowing with normal, bright red blood, and he got out of the cold like falling ice caves.

"Is it still cold?" She asked.

“....”

"You've been shaking." Her eyelashes moved and scratched the skin on his chest. She asked again persistently Is it still cold? "

He closed his eyes, bit by bit kissing her warm cheek: "not cold."

The sun was shining down from the top of the tent, and every light spot was gentle and beautiful. The girl walking in the sun, with an open and aboveboard warmth, went into his arms and hugged him.

Warm as a dream.

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