These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

Wei Tu said in a low voice, he didn't cry, and there was no extra sadness on his face.

It's just that his face is silent.

Mu Xitong thought for a while, stretched his hands down and stroked, and said behind his ear.

"Be happy, okay?"

Wei Tu felt her fingers easily loosen his waistband, and spread down like a familiar way.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly, "Let go, are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I just want to make you happy."

Mu Xitong spoke softly, and the warm air from his mouth sprayed on the boy's neck.

"No need to do this, your current situation..."

"It doesn't affect."

Mu Xitong said softly, and then Wei Tu felt the waistband of his trousers fall off.

Her fingers were warm and nimble, and as she gently kissed her neck, and even stretched out her tongue to lick and lick, the boy with the blood of the evil dragon reacted.

"Don't do it..."

Wei Tu seemed to want to stop the other party, but the mature woman had no such intention, and even walked around in front of the young man.

She crouched down.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her cheeks were rosy as if they were about to bleed, probably at this time her blood was at its best.

It's good that Wei Tu didn't lower his head, but when he lowered his head and saw the scene of this woman squatting under him, his eyes almost burst into flames.

His voice was hoarse for a moment.

"Sister Xitong..."

Mu Xitong felt the extreme heat and breath rushing towards her face, she was indeed a little hesitant, after all, such a thing... was her first time.

But when she raised her head and saw the boy's eyes.

She seemed to have made up her mind, and she showed a heart-warming, extremely seductive smile.

"good."

Her palm moved slightly, and Wei Tu instantly felt the electric current permeate, and then watched her open her mouth with a little hesitation.

"hiss……"

It's not clear what kind of feeling it is, but the moment Wei Tu felt the moistness, Wei Tu did enjoy pleasure, but his eyes felt more like crying.

How should he describe this amazing woman?

But how can I be worthy of letting her be like this?

This time Wei Tu didn't deliberately endure it, it didn't take long, and soon his thighs connected to his body began to tremble.

Wei Tu sat on the ground almost limply, watching the woman in front of her cover her red lips, spitting in front of her.

The boy panted slightly and said, "Spit it out."

Hearing Wei Tu's words, Mu Xitong glanced at him with misty eyes, then raised his proud neck.

"Gollum—"

Wei Tu could clearly see how her throat rolled.

"Sister Xitong..."

Mu Xitong wiped his lips with his sleeve, then leaned over, hugged the boy's waist, and buried his cheek in his chest.

She just said it softly.

"Don't worry, I'm more open-minded than you think. Sometimes giving up is not giving up, but I think it's good enough as the end."

The chilly early winter wind outside will blow through the entire maple forest, and the swaying fiery red leaves will either fall or support tenaciously.

Wei Tu didn't think much about it, except for the sadness, he thought of his own self, the man who was drunk and dreamed of dying in front of Lu Qingyan's tomb.

"I will find a way. It doesn't matter what you think, but I want you to live. If you think you will feel guilty, it doesn't matter. Even if you feel guilty, you still need to live with guilt."

The woman's tears wet her skirt.

After leaving the Yaowang Pavilion, Wei Tu first went back to Xiaoyuan Peak, and told Su Mi, Jiang Ying and others about the situation.

It's not to let the two girls think of a way, but to inform them in advance that I probably won't appear on Xiaoyuan Peak during this period of time.

Su Mi asked if he wanted to accompany Mu Xitong, but Wei Tu refused, he knew that Mu Xitong was not a person who needed a lot of company, a little fox was enough.

She prefers to figure out certain things by herself, and she doesn't have to worry about her going back to the corner.

And Wei Tu still has something to do. He entered the scripture storage pavilion of Yuan Jianzong. Some sect exchanges, although most of them are manuscripts, but it doesn't matter, as long as you have them.

So Wei Tu started to soak in the scripture pavilion without leaving.

From day to night, and from dawn to dawn.

The windows are open during the day, and candles are lit at night, without even taking a break, and rarely even closing your eyes.

He started at the front, looked in, and then upstairs.

Every book, even the most outrageous book, must be read, because you don't know what book these authors suddenly mentioned an irrelevant thing.

This matter is still known to many people, except for Lu Qingyan who is still in seclusion to break through to the god-looking state and has not left the seclusion.

But no one stopped the teenager's behavior.

Xu Qingtan was one of the people who knew the inside story, although it was Su Mi who told him.

She hadn't seen that boy for several days, and even though she knew where he was, she didn't go to see him, but practicing sword seemed to be an unpleasant experience.

That day, at the edge of Jianjianping, Xu Qing sat beside him without talking about practicing swords for an hour.

"Qing Tan, you seem to be very absent-minded."

Qin Xiaoman said softly beside the girl.

Xu Qingtan shook his head, "I'm thinking about something."

"Is your senior brother still in the Sutra Pavilion?"

Tan Xiaoman asked in a low voice, this time Xu Qingtan did not deny it, because she felt that this matter had little to do with her, and her mood was only doubtful and not guilty.

"Yeah, I was thinking, why do you have to go to this point when there is no chance. Since you are reluctant, it is normal to spend more time with others, right?"

Qin Xiaoman didn't understand Wei Tu's relationship with other people very well, but after hearing what Xu Qing said, she thought for a while and said.

"Probably not to let myself regret."

"Isn't it a pity to die? Is it a pity that I didn't accompany you before I died?"

Xu Qing asked.

Tan Xiaoman shook her head, "I think... probably he would think that if he didn't try his best when he could, it would be his biggest regret. If he finds out that some things can be redeemed... how sad will he be? In this world, death is not terrible, but regret and regret are the most terrible."

"When you die, there is nothing left."

"But you don't know anything after you die, and regrets and regrets will always stay in your heart, and they will pop up from time to time to make you suffer, what do you think?"

Xu Qingtan looked at the sky and sighed while resting his cheeks.

"If you don't believe it, this is when I think he is the most manly."

Five days.

After five full days, the door of the Sutra Pavilion opened again.

Holding a volume of books, the figure strode out of the Sutra Pavilion and rushed straight to the maple forest on the back mountain. He passed through the dirt and fallen leaves.

On the threshold of that door, I saw the woman, watching the leaves fall and the flowers wither.

And a boy with stubble on his lips appeared in front of her, he said.

"tidy up."

"Ok?"

The woman looked at him puzzled.

He paused every word and said firmly.

"Go to Hundred Thousand Monster Mountain, I will take you to survive."

58 Live and kiss.

It was a hasty thing to pack up and set off, like a trip that just went away.

But Wei Tu knew that this was not a trip.

In the Yaowang Pavilion, Wei Tu showed Mu Xitong the rather old book, even a manuscript, not the original.

It's called "Anecdote and Hidden Stories".

This book is written by a person who likes to travel around the world. Most of it records the interesting customs and customs of people in different places and regions, as well as some spectacular sights that are worth seeing but not known to many people. .

And in a hidden corner of this book, Wei Tu finally saw an exciting record.

"It says... in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountain, there is a wonderful place. There is a hot spring, surrounded by countless dazzling flowers, and all kinds of precious medicinal herbs. He saw it with his own eyes. Seeing the subtlety of Wang Lingquan, broken limbs can even be restored in it, taking the essence of heaven and earth, which is beyond words."

The blood color is obviously not good, and the woman who has been in trouble every day is in a trance.

"This book has been placed for such a long time, and no one has mentioned it. Even my master didn't find out. It's only now that you see it. Do you know what it means?"

Wei Tu didn't answer.

Mu Xitong said softly, "It means that either the author of this book is not well-known, or the things in this book are regarded as jokes, and there is not much truth in it. The more evil it is, the more wonderful it is, In fact, the authenticity is lower. Moreover, this book is a manuscript, and it is already so dilapidated. How far away should it be when it came out? Time has passed, and the sea has changed. How can there be a spiritual spring that will not dry up for many years."

Mu Xitong seemed very calm, he didn't even have the instinctive desire to survive of a dying person, and he didn't have the desire and enthusiasm for surviving at all.

Wei Tu finally said, "I don't know about these things, and I don't care about them. I only know that since the hope is so hard to come by, there is no reason to give up without seeing it."

Mu Xitong took a deep look, the determination in the young man's eyes seemed to be able to melt the hardest ice, it seemed that no matter who he was, he could not help but be melted in such eyes.

"You should know how dangerous the depths of the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountain are. No matter what you say, you are only at the Dragon Slaying Realm now, and if I go, this will definitely be my last trip. It may even... never come back Not coming."

Wei Tu didn't soften his heart at this time, on the contrary, he knew better than anyone what emotion regret was.

It is the wine that can't be drunk while sitting in front of the tombstone.

It is the drunkenness and dream that the spring breeze and autumn rain cannot dissolve.

It is the emptiness and nothingness that cannot be grasped before the people under the soil.

He didn't want to give up without trying, saying again that he 'couldn't do anything' or 'did the best he could'.

You can deceive outsiders and let others comfort you, but can you deceive yourself?

He just asked, "It's okay, even if it's the last trip, I will accompany you. Besides, I have the feeling that this trip is definitely worthwhile."

Mu Xitong smiled palely, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Wei Tu clenched Mu Xitong's soft palm, at this moment Mu Xitong remembered something.

"By the way, bring the little fox. She is a monster herself. She has an instinctive perception of the terrain and smell of the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountain. It will be much better than you looking for it like a headless chicken."

Wei Tu thought for a while and said, "It's okay to bring her... even I'm not a headless chicken, the other party described a lot of information, he wrote, a red chrysanthemum bloomed a hundred steps away from Lingquan , can be regarded as a reminder, and red chrysanthemums generally grow in the south, so if you enter the depths of the Hundred Thousand Monster Mountain, the probability of going south will be higher."

"When do you want to leave?"

"Leave today."

Mu Xitong was stunned for a moment, "But...you just left and don't know when you will come back, don't you need to arrange something?"

Wei Tu shook his head, "What needs to be arranged will be arranged. You don't have to worry about these things. Now it's for you to race against time."

Just this afternoon.

Even though Wei Tu deliberately concealed it, many people came to see him off.

Jiang Ying, Su Mi, and even Lin Ruoyin appeared at the position before the teleportation stele on the mountain top, and the elders Yuan Wei and Xie Jin also stood on both sides.

When Wei Tu appeared with Mu Xitong holding the little fox, they all looked over.

Wei Tu thought for a while, and said to the dazed woman beside her.