Ostentatious Zhao Yao

Mo Qingfan

After the road was shaken together, in fact, Mo Qing has rarely recalled the past, because for Mo Qing, all the time in the past has not made him feel good now.

Many years later, one day he took the road and swayed with the two boys in the family to travel to Fengzhou City. The road swayed Muir and wanted to see Sima Rong. Their family went to the small courtyard of Sima Rong.

Sima Rong is still alone, but the organ has been repaired, and the wood man created is no different from the real person.

They entered the hospital, but saw a woman pushing Sima Rong’s wheelchair out and swaying to see the woman, but for a moment: "Little round face..."

The **** can see the thoughts in the heart, and Mo Qing understands the cause and effect of this. He did not say much. He only looked at the small round face wood created by Sima Rong and took the two children to play in the yard.

The swaying gave birth to a man and a woman, the sister called Li Mingge, and the younger brother called Li Mingshu. The two brothers and sisters are like a mother, but they are swaying with the ink. My sister is silent and treats others like Mo Qing. The younger brother is completely pirated. She is everywhere in the world. But when there are children in the family, I don’t have to think about it.

Now the younger brother and sister were taken away by the small round face wood people. After a while, Li Mingshu pulled out a mechanism button on the back of the wood man’s hand, and “squeaked” two sounds. The finger of the small round face wood became A few paragraphs of small wood, smashed into the ground.

Li Mingshu "snapped", it seems very strange, and Li Mingge frowned, Xiaoyuan face was not angry, only bent to pick up his own wood. The road angered and angered: "If you don't see you in a little bastard, you will give me a disaster! Come over!"

She licked her sleeves and used to pack people. Li Mingshu quickly hid behind her sister.

Sima Rong, who was in a wheelchair, chuckled: "The brothers are very blessed. In my small courtyard, there has been no such fun of fireworks for a long time."

How many loneliness can you comfort the wood man in the house? I am afraid that outsiders will never understand.

Mo Qing gave Sima Rong a handle and pushed his wheelchair to the small tree in the next courtyard: "Small and saw the woman of Nanyue, in your small courtyard."

Sima Rong heard that he had seized the wheelchair for a long time. The fireworks behind him seemed to leave him in an instant. He turned his head and looked at Mo Qing: "What?"

Scam has never told these things to outsiders, let alone Sima Rong. Mo Qing knows the idea of ​​swaying. She thinks that since she has been separated by yin and yang, she can never be together. It is better to never know the existence of that person and save her thoughts.

But Mo Qing knows that even if Sima Rong can never touch, and can't even feel the existence of the Nanyue woman, if she knows that she is still by her side, it is enough to make him happy.

Because today, there is no other hope, just knowing her existence, it is enough to comfort the loneliness that seems to come from the soul.

Mo Qing knows his heart.

Because he used to be geometric, he is also true.

In fact, when he first encountered the road, he did not think that one day, he would live with her like this. She suddenly broke into his life when he was desperate. The tyrannical, unreasonable night left him with the most unforgettable picture of his life.

She seemed to be in the air, blocking the knife that killed him, saved his life, and took him out of desperation. Then accompanied him with him, even with a wound, he was always guarded by him.

At that time, he was small. He didn't know where he came from. The world said that he was the devil's son, and he thought so. All the way to the volatility, from the beginning of the book is faced with endless assassination and danger, he never knows what it feels like.

The road was shaken to let him know.

When she guarded him to avoid so many kills and walked so many desperate times, when she did not let go of his palm even if the blood fell to the ground, when she carried him on the dusty mountain, the temple was finally found. When the land is stable.

He felt the peace of mind he had never had before. The subconscious mind that feels because of the existence of the road.

He looked ugly, lived from urinating and did not dare to show people in the true face, but she said that his eyes were beautiful like stars. In fact, the road does not know, she is like the starry sky in his dark life, shining with stars, with endless beauty, making him intoxicated and fascinated.

But he also knows so clearly that the road will always go one day. Because she kept telling him that she wanted to be a good person, she was going to find the Jinxian Luomingxuan, which looks like the far side of the sky.

For the road swaying at that time, Luo Mingxuan is like her star, she is so yearning to find him.

Looking at her appearance when she mentioned Luo Mingxuan, looking at the aura and expectation in her eyebrows, Mo Qing was only silent.

So when the road swayed in the morning, look at the morning sun, stretched out, waved in the morning sun and said that she was leaving, he only looked at her silently, resisted sorrow, sadness, sadness and Pain, swallowing all emotions, and letting her indifference and maturity give her a quiet departure.

For the road to shake, he is just a passer-by in the life saved.

And he was a guest who had to set his own mentality. From then on, she stayed in the temple where she brought him to the temple. Keeping the insignificant past that she gave him, wipe away the tears left by the helplessness of the young. Living with the wind and the moon in the Dust Mountain.

Is there any way? The road swaying wants to live like that, thinking that she will live so arrogantly and happy somewhere in the world, he can only bless.

However, he did not expect that such a road to sway, rushing to the road of his own star, and even one day will bring a blood and hate back to the Dust Mountain.

When I met her again, it was hard to say that he was not happy, but when he looked at the road and was hated and burned, he went to the bottom of her heart and hated the golden fairy Luo Mingxuan whom he had never even seen before.

What Jinxian? How can he be willing to be so good, so that he would barely touch the road to sway and hurt like this.

He wants to help revenge, but his body, but he has no talent for practicing spells.

Mo Qing did not know that it was because the seal of the demon king of the whole body made him unable to mobilize the body. He can understand Master's way of speaking to him and teaching, but his body can't do it.

So the master who swayed him pointed to him that he was a magician with no talent, and Mo Qing himself thought so.

He was sent to guard the mountain gate, which is also reasonable. He never blamed anyone. For Mo Qing, it is enough to see her first and greet her every time when she rushes to the mountain.

That was the most secretive ecstasy in his heart during the time he was in front of the mountain gate.

He likes her so much, and the time he likes to be so embarrassed is enough to make him happy to pass the next paragraph without seeing her.

Even after ... swaying from the road to be the master of the door, the footsteps never stopped for a moment, and his eyes never gave him a moment.

I can see that she is on the dusty mountain behind her. In front of the mountain gate, he swayed through the wind of his clothes. He would drift up the hill and kiss her hair on the side of her forehead.

The reason why fate is fascinating is that it is unexpected.

For Mo Qing, there are many unexpected things after meeting the road, and the most unexpected thing for him is the past that he and the road are shaking in front of the mountain gate.

That was the secret of his own alone, secretive to the road, he did not want her to know.

The road swayed and Luo Mingxuan had a big fight. She almost sealed her life with Jinxian Luomingxuan. When she was taken back to the mountain by the dark Luowei, how many people thought that the road would not be able to survive.

He was anxious at the foot of the mountain. Only Tosma Rong gave him news. After listening to Gu Shuguang’s swaying and waking up, the first door of her order was actually to feast the world, and Mo Qing was really laughing and laughing.

Fortunately, she is fine.

The starry sky at that night was extremely bright. After the Dust Mountain accepted all the guests, the front of the mountain gate was reopened. It was a scene where he used to mix the usual snow and fire.

There is no evil in the temple, and the sound of silk and bamboo seems to never stop. He can imagine the madness of the people above the mountains, the ruins of the people, and the broken temple he had been with the road. He looked at the hill for a while, then he sat on the ladder in front of the mountain gate and continued to guard the mountain gate.

When the drama peak burned up, Mo Qing looked back, but he saw the moment coming, swaying the road standing on the ladder.

She also had a jug on her hand, a drunken flush, a fascinating light, reflecting the light behind him. She didn't know that her appearance at that time was like a godsend in his eyes.

Speaking to the road to listen, she may not believe, but Mo Qing can be regarded as the most understanding of her mood at the moment, what seal Luo Mingxuan means to the road, others do not understand, he understands.

The world's magic road, thousands of guests are coming to cheer for the road, only he feels distressed for her.

Distressed, the woman who had had such a bright dawn, is now being teased by fate, and wipes her light away.

He looked at the road on the ladder and he couldn't do anything, but he at least wanted to say a word of comfort to her, and advised to drink less alcohol and take care of the body. He knows that the road may not be able to listen, but he can say that she has said these concerns, it is also a wish of today.

You can sway to the road, what a sacred thing, he is discretionary, cautious, and swaying but not careless: "Hey, catch me."

She said this, like a butterfly coming from a slap in the face, with her Chinese dress as a wing, and a "bang" rushed into his arms.

Carrying a cold night wind, with her full of intoxicating wine, he was caught unprepared, and he was not able to stand still. He only hugged the road and swayed backwards. Stopped in front of the array outside the arch.

A little more, he will be swept by the road into the invisible array of murders.

While holding the softness of his arms, Mo Qing could not give birth to even a trace of blame, he can only remind: "The doorkeeper, you are drunk."

The road swayed and raised his hand and pressed his lips: "Hey..." The scent of her mouth blew in his ear, resembling a fluffy dog's tail grass, scratching his ear from the ear, itching all the time. In the bones, she was confused with his words: "Don't make a noise, I just came to find someone to vent the fire."

what does she say?

Mo Qing began to doubt his ears.

When he was still blaspheming, the road swayed and grabbed his collar, forced him to look up, and then... kissed him.

In fact, it is not a kiss at all, that is to bite him.

The bite made him feel pain, and the pain just happened to make him return to this violent shock.

No.

He can feel his desire to sway on the road. I hope that it has been deeply suppressed in my heart*. She used this, she is a road sway, she only has a hook, he is willing to do anything for her.

But this is the only thing... he has to control himself.

She is drunk. No.

If she is awake, she will hate herself.

He tried to push her away. But this drunken Wansou master, who was actually repaired at that time, was taller than him, and pressed him hard. She said, "Oh, a little. Obedient."

When is he a small animal?

He can't refuse to sway the road, and no matter what she said, he can't refuse. Including at that time, his reason in his mind beat the alarm clock over and over again, he told himself, no, no, no!

But the road is like a legendary goblin, □ his lips, touching his chest, biting his ear gently, his tongue licking his earlobe, a little touch, the temptation of the soul Let him lose his helmet and abandon his armor.

He couldn't help but accept her enthusiasm, her seduce, and her deadly temptation, and couldn't help but start responding. The humble mind that has been carefully hidden for many years is like a volcanic eruption that breaks through the ban, rushing out, burning lava, which seems to cover the sky.

After a moment of uncontrollable, the road seemed to be unable to cope with his offensive. She pushed him away and looked at her on his chest.

Her dark eyes were the ugly face he was reflected in.

The black marks are like black bugs, and they are full of disgusting and creeping faces.

The road that swayed by the road was like a mirror, and he felt disgusted by himself. Others did not lean over their heads, avoiding her gaze, and he was afraid that she would scare her... more... afraid of her disgusting and disgusting.

However, she said that his eyes are as beautiful as the Xinghai. The words are so gentle, but they imply the power to tremble his soul.

She held his face and gently touched and kissed every ugly mark on his face.

It is like giving him salvation.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Ink."

The names of the two words she gave him blurted out and everything went out of control.

He could no longer control the embarrassing emotions and turbulent love that hit his heart and hit his limbs.

He hugged her, turned her back, and pressed her under her body, and the road swayed like a bad guy who was awkward, and teased and asked him: "Do you know who I am?"

"Small...the road is swaying."

It is his savior, his godsend, the only wind and moon in his life, love and love, redemption and waiting.

Mo Qing can never forget the night in front of the mountain gate, the murderous front, and all the fears and terrible things in the world are behind him, and all the sinful and beautiful* in the world are under him.

She is his life, the only desire to read.