Chapter 84 Passionate but always seems ruthless

It was a middle-aged man, dressed plainly, holding a stick in his hand, chasing the boy who looked like a loach in front of him with a distorted face.

Although the boy was small, he ran very fast, but he bumped into a man on the way.

He lifted the skinny boy up with one hand.

The boy's clothes were messed up, his hair was even more messy covering his face, and his face was covered with stains, but his eyes had a dullness that didn't belong to his age, like a pool of stagnant water, which couldn't be disturbed in the slightest. , it makes people disgusted when they look at it.

Only trembling, he propped himself up on the ground with one hand, and carefully held the bun with the other hand.

By the time he staggered home step by step, it was already dark.

This can't be called a home, it's a ruined temple rather than a home.

When he was in the ruined temple, he seemed to feel safe, and then he started to gobble up the steamed stuffed bun in his hand.

However, the steamed stuffed bun didn't satisfy his hunger, and didn't calm the cramping pain in his stomach, the constant convulsions continued.

He curled up in a dark corner, with his hands hugging his legs, his head buried in his arms, his thin body trembling slightly.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, only the sound of the howling wind and the rustling of the leaves, and there was a piercing chill when the wind blew over.

A cloud of black air silently engulfed the ruined temple, and they turned into thousands of threads, slowly approaching the boy's figure.

The boy let out a muffled groan, as if the pain that was about to tear made him fall to the ground, the painful moan was very small, as if it came from his throat.

The black air wrapped around his body was getting more and more, entangled his whole body, the boy bit his lips tightly, the smell of blood spread in his mouth, and the dark eyes full of lifelessness flowed out of confusion.

Is he... dying?
I really want...I really want to die.
The strong white light is not dazzling.

But the black air shrank and fled around, but it didn't have any effect. The white light was like their nemesis, and it would slowly disappear when touched.

The black mist in the sky disappeared slowly due to some unknown reason, the moon rose, and the moonlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaking the shimmering broken jade all over the ground.

The black mist of the ruined temple also disappeared and returned to its original state.

The boy lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment moved his fingers and slowly opened his eyes. Before he could recover, a pair of white boots with golden patterns appeared in front of him, clean and spotless.

Is he not dead yet?
why!why!
System: [The big villain!right under your feet!What are you going to do? ]
Shen Yue doesn't want to play with the villain's feelings this time, she just needs to use the plot to match the villain and the heroine, and let the villain fall in love with the heroine, so that the villain doesn't need to be stimulated by her, a little villain, and she can get what she wants The heroine will embark on the path of the villain.

Shen Yue sensed the unmissable demonic energy around her, and she felt someone grabbing her ankle with a finger as soon as she moved, she paused, and then slowly squatted down.

The boy grabbed it involuntarily, and when he looked up, he saw a fairy with eyes covered by a white cloth and eyebrows as thick as flowers.

In a daze, the boy even thought that what she met was a fairy. After all, such a beauty is like the love of a god.

"You..." The boy uttered a hoarse syllable, not at all immature and hoarse as he should be at his age.

Shen Yue couldn't see the scene in front of her, but she could feel that the boy was seriously injured. If he wasn't treated in time, he might not survive tonight.

A bottle of medicine appeared in his hand, and a pill was poured out, and Shen Yue handed it to him silently.

The boy looked at the fairy's delicate bones, snow-white and slender hands, and then saw his own hands full of dirt, and he didn't dare to pick them up for a while.

Sensing the boy's lack of movement, Shen Yue said coldly, "Eat."

That voice was cold and gorgeous, as unattainable as this person.

The boy took it carefully, and the pill melted in his mouth. The pain on his body seemed to disappear instantly, and his whole body became light and comfortable.

The fairy saved him.

"Even if meeting is fate, you are willing to go back with me." Shen Yue looked cold.

The boy didn't dare to look at the fairy's face, a gleam of light flashed across the lifeless eyes, and he replied tremblingly, "Yes."

Because he had not spoken for a long time, his syllables were pronounced strangely, and his voice was dry and unpleasant.

But Shen Yue did not show any disgust, her expression was still indifferent and cold, and she stood up slowly.

The boy also got up on the ground with his hands on his hands. He lowered his head, even though he knew that the immortal couldn't see him with his eyes covered with a white cloth, he still didn't dare to look up.

Shen Yue stretched out a hand to him, the boy clenched his lips, looked at his dirty hands, quickly wiped them with his clothes twice, and held the fairy's hand until it was all red.

The delicate touch under the palm and the cool temperature made him feel that holding the hand of an immortal is a kind of blasphemy.

When Yu Jian was flying, the boy held Shen Yue's hand tightly, and quietly tugged at the corner of her clothes with one hand.

He finally broke away from being as humble as dust, and even animals lived a better life than him.

It was the picturesque fairy in front of him that pulled him out of the abyss.

"What's your name?" The boy spoke with difficulty and slowly.

Shen Yue didn't even turn her head, but said coldly, "The Taoist name, Xi Yu, is named Shen Yue."

The boy involuntarily clenched the fairy's sleeves tightly, and then remained silent all the way.

The main reason is that it is impossible for Shen Yue to speak first, and the boy is not good at speaking.

When they reached the Qingqing Palace, the flying sword moved and fell down, and the sword disappeared.

Shen Yue held his hand, and felt a familiar aura as soon as she entered the hall.

A woman in a red robe was half lying on a soft couch, her beautiful and alluring face was more like a goblin than a fairy.

Every move is full of temptation, but Shen Yue can't see it.

"Xinxi." Shen Yue covered her eyes with a white cloth, but accurately captured the woman's position.

The woman smiled lazily, her red lips were like roses, like a blooming peony, "Senior brother, you still have to listen to what I have to say next time, don't go out of the mountain so recklessly, senior brother is so simple, don't be fooled by others cheated."

 This story was owed to a little baby before, so I made it up, but I tried my best to post it, because this story was blocked in the middle of it, yes, I was rubbing the edge again...

  
 
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