The snake demon husband is hard on the bow

Pushing open the door, a gust of cold air rushed towards her face, she sighed her hands, tightened her collar, she really didn't want to move, and with a bit of exhaustion, Xing'er poured Shangwen's blood into the room as usual , poured into that wooden barrel, because it was soaked every night, the original dark brown texture of the wooden barrel gradually became dark red, and spots of blood were seeped between the fine and silky lines.

"My lord, it's over." She said lazily, she just wanted to get into the quilt immediately and have a good sleep.

The man sat on the chair in front of the window with his back to her. Now he was so weak that he couldn't even stand upright. He could only lie down or sit quietly on the back of the chair all day long.He had been sitting there for several hours, not knowing what he was thinking, maybe he hadn't thought of anything, he should be unable to think now.

"My lord—the blood soup is ready, please take a bath." She said in a long voice, full of impatience.

What a beautiful person.If this face was given to her, wouldn't she need to be a maid here, she would have already climbed high.For Mo Qingye's appearance, she is half amazed and half jealous. Even if he is a man, it still makes people feel jealous.

The figure on the chair by the window was still motionless, as thin as paper. After he came back, he was not only silent, gray and lost, but also lost weight at an alarming speed. Xing'er was always worried that maybe one day she would lose weight. If he opened the door again, he would die, so how would he explain it to the master? For this reason, she often persuaded him to eat something softly, but he ignored him and never said a word.

The winter in Ghost Realm is long and cold, the temperature is more than minus 30 degrees, and the coldest time can reach [-] degrees, and the dripping water freezes.But he didn't seem to notice the cold, and he was still wearing thin clothes.It’s really anti-freeze, Xinger thought so at first, but later she heard him coughing many times in the middle of the night, she didn’t think so, what’s the point of holding on, people are already dying, and they still can’t make it with themselves.

The cold wind like a knife blows the snowflakes on the branches and eaves, slowly flying, passing by the deep blue eyes one by one, reflecting silvery white shadows in the bottomless blue.

Is Mo Qingye really ignorant?

Is he really just a shell?

A cold moon hangs high in the night sky, and the moonlight pours down like a veil, dyeing his shoulders and hair, and the soft blue hair that was originally as dark as a spring has become dry and loses its luster, yes, it is about to go what.

Mo Qingye smiled wryly, did she really lose to fate this time?

He is not reconciled, how could he be reconciled!

He who used to be so proud and cold is now in such a state, even if he dies, he can't rest in peace!

But that day, on the mountainside, when he saw the little girl next to Du Yuanyuan, it seemed that the last string of his soul was broken.

He was worried about his life, and for his sake, he endured endless torture and humiliation day and night.But, they live a very happy life, and even have children, so fast, ha ha.Every time Qing Ye thought of this, she would laugh at herself fiercely.If it wasn't for him, he would have bitten his tongue and killed himself long ago.It's really boring, life is as pale and uninteresting as a blank sheet of paper.

However, why is he still alive.He has his own ideas.Mo Qingye's unique thinking.

He will completely forget about him.Life after life.

I would rather endure humiliation than torture.

But now being robbed of the soul is the best way.

His soul can be lost in this world forever and ever.

So, he was so inexplicably suddenly submissive and quiet.

No more struggling, just sitting by the window sill and looking at the dark world outside, dying.

After dying, you can escape from the ghost world forever, not only this, there is no other Mo Qingye in the three realms.

That's fine, just let it all go away.

The bright red blood soup was not only to make him more charming and bewitching, but also to absorb his essence silently.My mind is getting worse and worse, and I often forget what I want to do in the next second.But now, he doesn't even know what he wants to do, and his mind is as empty as an endless snowy night.

Trek thousands of miles to say goodbye to you, on the first and last snowy night.

This may be the reason why he sat by the window for a long time and looked outside.

Haven't said goodbye yet.

Yes, haven't said goodbye yet, haven't said goodbye forever.

At that time, someone suddenly patted his shoulder lightly, and said softly and coldly, "My lord, the water will be cold in a while."

He blinked slightly, stood up silently, but the moment he stood up, his body swayed, Xing'er helped his arm, if in the past, this man would have scolded her to get out of bed in disgust, but now, just Just like losing consciousness, just let it go.

At this moment, Mo Qingye is like a silhouette, a ray of breeze, thin and pale, yet extremely charming.His beauty surpasses the limits of all races in the Three Realms.Yet so profoundly cold and sad.

The scarlet blood soup swayed under the candlelight, like a pool of blood in hell, slowly swallowing up all vitality.

Petals are still sprinkled on the red waves, eliminating the smell of blood and making it smell fragrant.

Zong Xing'er really wanted to see what kind of beautiful body was wrapped under the thin clothes, but she didn't dare to peep after all.If the master finds out, he must tear her into pieces. One must know that this body will be owned by bones in the future, so how can she be a maid who can just look at it casually.

With a trace of unwillingness, she finally closed the door and left the moment the man took off his clothes.What a good figure, Xing'er has been looking at him every day for so long, every time the tulle cloud dress slips off his shoulders, her heart will be pounding and her cheeks will be hot.In fact, she doesn't like him, and she doesn't even have the slightest liking for him, but she is still seduced by that soul-stirring charm. How nice it would be to give her such a figure and face, God is really unfair, a man looks like Why is such a beauty so troublesome? In the end, it is not a dead end.

Sometimes she would comfort herself thinking that it was because he was a goblin.

But she is not human...

Forget it, Xing'er sighed, looked at the bright moon above her head, and walked away lightly.

These days, the master has disappeared again. It is his usual style to be elusive. To be honest, she does not agree with the character of the master. It can be said that she hates it. What woman would fall in love with a half-male, half-female sissy? But in order to survive, there is no other way, and he has to pretend to be a fool who is obsessed with him and has no regrets.I hope that after this incident, the master can change a little bit, and look like a man.The little maid was thinking wildly in the lonely dark night, and finally fell asleep lightly.