This fox demon, this fairy took it

Mo Zhixuan raised his face and hugged Bai Mingxi tightly with his body, as if if he let go of his hand, this person would disappear from his own world, and there would be no trace of him.

Mo Zhixuan was stunned, a tear fell from the corner of his eye without warning.

"Zhixuan. Zhixuan, don't cry." Bai Mingxi leaned over and kissed the corner of his eyes, whispering his name over and over again.

When the first ray of sunlight hit the crimson glazed tiles in the palace, Bai Mingxi was lying in Mo Zhixuan's warm embrace and panting, but he heard the man's hoarse voice revealing some meaning of farewell.

"Yesterday. I'm sorry. You leave today."

I am sorry.

Yes, on that crazy night, they just wanted to embrace each other vigorously when there was still a glimmer of hope, just like embracing the whole of themselves.

"No, I don't want to leave, at least not now." Bai Mingxi heard himself reply in a hoarse voice, "I still don't want to part with it after all."

I still can't bear to leave you after all.

It's just that no matter how reluctant it is, what can we do? In this world, once we meet, we are bound to have a day of parting.Besides, he wasn't quite him, the real him.

Bai Mingxi curled his lips: "I want to stay. You eat me up, so forget it? It's a wishful thinking. No, I want to watch you, and I want you to be responsible for me. "

The slightly tired figure froze for a moment, Mo Zhixuan put down the clothes in his hand, raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, the smile was filled with sadness that made Bai Mingxi feel like a knife piercing his heart.

"Mingxi, do you believe me?" Mo Zhixuan closed his eyes slightly, unwilling to look at the worry in Bai Mingxi's eyes. "I know I'm not the one you're looking for. Actually. He won't come out until I die."

As if hearing some funny joke, even Bai Mingxi's voice was tinged with a smile, but he still couldn't hide the pain in his heart, "What are you talking about? Who am I not looking for? Aren't you Mo Zhixuan? You are dead, where can I find 'Mo Zhixuan'?"

After hearing this, Mo Zhixuan closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time: "Mingxi, I can agree with you to stay, but you have to promise me one condition. You must live well, for me. No, for Mo Zhixuan, you have to Live well."

It wasn't until two lines of tears pierced Mo Zhixuan's warm and jade-like cheeks and dripped onto Bai Mingxi's hands that Bai Mingxi put away his habitual smile and nodded with difficulty: "Okay. I, I promise you. "

At night, the protective cover of the Shuiyun Terrace could no longer withstand the attack of the demons, and it broke apart. When the demon soldiers and army from the demon domain were about to attack the main hall, Bai Mingxi packed up and came to Mo Zhixuan's side .

"How's it going?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhixuan raised his eyes slightly and asked, "Do you think we have a chance of winning?"

Bai Mingxi shook his head, for some reason, he was not worried about whether he would win this battle, because as long as Mo Zhixuan was by his side, he would not be afraid or worried about anything.

After a long time, Bai Mingxi stretched out his hand naturally and caressed Mo Zhixuan's ink-like black hair that was blown by the wind behind his ear, and his voice was rare and serious: "It's okay, everything will be fine. Because as long as you are here, This war cannot be lost."

After listening, Mo Zhixuan rarely raised a beautiful smile, raised his hand to touch Bai Mingxi's head for the first time, and said coaxingly, "Well, so you have to protect yourself even more."

The bloody wind tore through the silent night, and the smell of killing mixed with the majestic torrential rain descended on this originally comfortable and beautiful fairy city.

The light of the fire was reflected on the broken tiles, and Mo Zhixuan killed a group of demon soldiers and generals with the Liuyun Sword in his hand.

He no longer cared who the city belonged to, nor did he care if his reputation would be ruined today.Now he only hopes that he still has the ability to guard that person.

Bai Mingxi was not idle at this time.

He remembered that Fang Ling told him not to hurt the flowers and trees in the dream, but he was the young master of the fox clan.

What is the fox family best at?

Of course, he is good at charm, obsession, and illusion.Wait and wait for all the tricks to disturb other people's minds.

Of course, this place is definitely not suitable for performing any kind of charm. He can use illusion here to make the magic soldiers mistake their companions for enemies and fight each other.

The light snowflakes began to fall one by one, in mid-air, beside the window coffin, between the brows of Bai Mingxi and Mo Zhixuan, and on the Shuiyun platform full of corpses, washing away the sins of tonight.

Mo Zhixuan sat alone in the room without lighting the lamp, and the snowy light reflected Bai Mingxi's silver-white figure for him.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and an inexplicably familiar Xiao Yin was flowing in Yuxiao, but his mood at the moment was all around Bai Mingxi.

Who is this person?he does not know.What is this person thinking?he does not know.Why is this person so nice to himself?he does not know.Who is this person looking for?he does not know.What kind of connection do you have with that person?he does not know.Will this person choose to stay for his own sake?He still doesn't know.

All he knew was that he seemed to like this person, and he couldn't help but like him, even though he knew that he might be someone's substitute.

But Mo Zhixuan didn't think about it that much, all he could do was get along with this person during the time he was around, and treat him with all his strength.

Seeing Mo Zhixuan's lonely back, Bai Mingxi gritted his teeth, stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder: "The war is won, then. Mo Yan, I have to go."

"Don't you stay a little longer?" Is he really that important?

"No. I still have things to do, and I'm relieved to see you well."

Finally, Mo Zhixuan pushed the door open, his voice seemed to come from ancient times, so quiet, so ethereal, he said: "I will help you. Come to my bedroom tomorrow."