Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

His sudden tenderness made Simeng a little surprised.

The purple eyes shone with a charming brilliance in the dark night, and they stared blankly at the man in Tsing Yi in front of him. His hair fluttered in the wind, a faint woody fragrance entered his nose, his heart beat faster, and his palms were already sweating Come.

He hurriedly covered his nose and coughed, trying to hide the embarrassment at the moment.

"Thank you..." After thanking in a low voice, he lowered his head and brushed off the dust on his body one by one.

However, Yifeng is standing behind her in a daze at this moment, with a sad expression and an indescribable depression in his heart.

I don't know when, he was always lagging behind, whenever she had something to do, the person protecting her was Mu Zili.

After a while, it sounded like a dream calling him, "Congchong, why are you in a daze? Let's go!"

He raised his head and saw that the woman in purple in front of him was shaking her sleeves with flicks of her sleeves. Her brows and eyes were still as cute and cute as before, but the look in her eyes was completely different when she looked at him.

As if dreaming that he was looking at him stupidly, he was taken aback for a moment, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, hiding the strange color that flashed quickly in his purple eyes, and when he raised his eyes to look at him again, his expression was as usual, except that his lips were red and his jaw was light. No more words.

She can see clearly the affection in his eyes at this moment, no matter how stupid or dumb he is, but she is ashamed to face it.She stumbled into this strange world by mistake, but fortunately he and Mu Ling took good care of her all the way, so she could live a carefree life.

Right now, she just wants to have a good time traveling in this other world, and she feels faintly in her heart that one day she will leave here and return to her own world.In this way, it is best for her not to touch the word of love, so as not to increase the sadness when parting in the future.

Even for Mu Zili, although she likes him in her heart, she often pesters him like a nympho, but there is always a line deep in her heart that she dare not cross.

Yifeng looked down at her, but saw that she was uncharacteristically silent, with downcast eyebrows and eyes in thought.

The night is like water, with a cool breeze.

There seems to be a faint melancholy flowing slowly in the air, Mu Zili has always been sensitive and meticulous, and he vaguely feels Yifeng's loss at this moment.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Mu Zili took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Let's go in and have a look first!" As he spoke, he stepped into the room and lit an oil lamp in the corner while waving his sleeves, giving the originally dark room a little light.

The room was very large, with a shrine in the center, and dozens of tablets stood on the shrine covered with dust spiders.Looking around, apart from those memorial tablets, there are still a few dilapidated chairs crooked in the corner.

Like Meng followed Yifeng into the room with a blank expression, and when he saw the tablets on the altar clearly, he was inexplicably startled and felt a chill down his back.

She couldn't help turning her head and glanced backwards. Apart from the endless night outside the house, there was only a strong smell of decay in the air. She couldn't help shivering, and clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest.

Slowly walking up to Mu Ling, his eyes were a little panicked, he looked at Mu Zili suspiciously, and asked: "Wu Mu, is there a ghost here?"

Mu Zili laughed softly when he heard the words, raised his sword eyebrows slightly, and made fun of her timidity, "I thought Meng'er was not afraid of the sky and the earth, but it turned out that she was afraid of both the dark and ghosts. Looking at the furnishings in this room, it looks like a The ancestral hall and the fog outside are thick, but there are ghosts lingering. Meng'er should be careful, and don't leave Yifeng and I's sight."

As he spoke, he gave Yifeng a wink, and Yifeng also nodded, telling her with a straight face: "This place is very cloudy, if Meng'er is afraid, why not find another place to live!"

Seeing the two of them talking to each other, what they said was quite true, Xiangmeng's face froze, and he flicked his sleeves, pretending to be chic: "Nonsense, there are no ghosts in this world, you don't come to scare me." ! It's late at night, I'm going to rest first, you can do what you want! Hmph!"

The more she spoke, the lower her voice became. There are gods and monsters, so how can there be no ghosts?But she knew it was self-consolation, but she still forced a happy face, refused to bow her head to show weakness, with an unnatural smile on her fair little face, she walked slowly to the corner of the wall, and sat on the floor with her back against the wall.

She has gone through too many things in the past few days, and she is already exhausted, and it is her greatest comfort to be able to sleep peacefully now.

Leaning against the cold wall, she only felt that her eyelids were heavy, and she closed them slightly, and she fell into a deep sleep in an instant.

Seeing her sleeping peacefully, Yifeng and Mu Zili looked at each other and smiled, and each found a place beside her to lie down.

In the middle of the night, Wan Lai was silent, and the fog outside the house was getting heavier and heavier. The entire courtyard was hidden in the thick fog, and bursts of damp and cool air slowly entered the house through the dilapidated windows.

Like Meng's brows were tightly furrowed, her eyes were slightly closed, her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was sometimes shallow and sometimes heavy, her bare hands were clenched into fists, the thin knuckles were slightly white, and suddenly a gust of cool wind was blowing into her neck, She screamed "Ah! Ghost!"

The man stood up against the wall with a "chuss", his purple eyes were full of horror, staring at the gray figure in front of him, trembling.

At this moment, the gray shadow was tightly hugging Mu Zili's arm, shaking into a ball, breathing disorderly.

Because her scream was so earth-shattering, Mu Zili and Yifeng had already woken up from their dreams, and they were looking up at the unexpected guest in front of them.

I saw him unkempt, wearing tattered dark gray coarse clothes, with a big hole in his left shoulder, revealing his dark skin. He was trembling and clutching the wood spirit's arm, his face was ashen, and his voice was hoarse like a dream. Shouted: "Ah! Ghost! Where is the ghost?"

"Ghost! There are ghosts! Wood, Chongchong, where are you?" Simeng was frightened, her face was pale, her thoughts were confused, she held her head in her hands and dared not lift it up.

"Who are you? Why do you want to harm Meng'er?" Seeing that Meng'er was frightened, Mu Zili was furious, and with a flick of his sleeve, the gray shadow that had been entangled with him fell out heavily.