The villain has a white moonlight

Ji Wuxian, who passed through the mirror, was already in a vast expanse of white mist, and there was a strong and dark fragrance surging in the air, as if pulling, as if attracting, the young man in red could not help but follow the fragrance and walked for an unknown amount of time. Finally, there is a real scene in front of me.

He actually returned to the residence of Lan Xizhi, the Lan family in Gusu. It was night, a bright silver moon hung in the dark blue sky, a peach tree was blooming enchantingly, the glazed lantern on the branch swayed gently with the wind, and the rocks under the tree swayed. There is a green lotus incense burner on the table, and the lingering cigarettes are curling up. There are several bamboo slips next to it. The person who is leaning against the tree and holding the bamboo slips is sleeping. Exquisite blue curly cloud patterns, semi-wet long black hair lazily draped behind the shoulders, the east wind blowing, blowing down flowers like rain, and falling all over the clothes.

Ji Wuxian walked lightly, and walked to the side of the sleeping man. In the dead of night, the occasional chirping of a bird broke the silence. The young man sat down beside his elder brother, resting his chin on one hand, and turned his head to look at the people around him.

This world in the mirror is an illusion, even if it is an illusion, he likes it. It has been a long time since he has been able to stay quietly beside his eldest brother, but he is grateful for the opportunity to be in such a gentle night.

The eldest brother is really good-looking, he secretly said in his heart.

The world likes to use Yinxue Peony to describe the eldest son of the Gusu Lan family, who is unparalleled in beauty. Ji Wuxian thinks it is true. At this time, looking at the sleeping person next to him, his eyes can't help but follow the slightly trembling eyelashes like the wings of a black butterfly, and the handsome man. The bridge of the nose gradually descended and landed on the two thin lips.

Lan Xizhi's skin is very white, the white ground is almost transparent, and the lips are not tinged with red, and the corners of the mouth are always smiling. Even when he is asleep, the whole person is so beautiful.

The wind blows the fragrance, the peach blossoms rustle down, the octagonal lantern casts the shadows of the peach blossom trees sparsely, Lan Xizhi nods his head slightly in his sleep, his black hair pours down, covering half of his handsome face.

Ji Wuxian stretched out his hand and gently pushed his brother's hair behind his ears, he hasn't seen enough yet!

It's not just that he didn't look enough, his hand involuntarily followed the other's neat sideburns, gently slid across the cheeks, and stopped at the corners of the slightly raised lips.

Ji Wuxian's fingers trembled slightly, worried and afraid of the possibility of Lan Xizhi waking up at any time, but somehow, he couldn't restrain himself after all, closed his eyes, kissed Lan Xizhi quickly, got up and ran away.

The young man in red ran wildly under the moon, his hands clenched into fists, his heart was beating extremely fast, and his whole body was shaking. It was a wonderful trembling mixed with tension and excitement. He didn't know why he dared to make such a move. Is it because the moonlight is too charming, is it because you know that you are in an illusion, so you have a lot of courage, or is it that the delusion that has been hidden in your heart for a long time can finally be suppressed?

He didn't know, and he didn't want to figure it out. When he touched those soft lips just now, his mind went blank, intertwined with the initial feeling of heartbeat, which was beautiful and indescribable.

On the other side, after the mist dissipated, the young man in the Zhuque clothes was in the back garden of Langya Wang's family. The thick mandala flowers were in full bloom, and a tall Boshan furnace was emitting smoke, surrounded by clouds and mist. , a young woman is leaning over to tease a Persian cat with cross-eyed eyes.

"Mother... Dear..." Wang Huan stared in disbelief at the beautiful foreign woman with the same hair color as himself.

Yue Ti turned around when she heard the sound, her blue eyes were full of doubts.

Wang Huan flew away, threw himself into the woman's arms, hugged her tightly, closed his eyes and said tremblingly: "Mother, I'm Ruoxi."

His head was a little dizzy, the censer seemed to be burning with smoke or something, even if what he saw was an illusion, it didn't matter.

For 16 years, since he can remember, he has had countless dreams. The distance is very close, but his mother has never heard his call. The road is obviously very short, but he has never succeeded in reaching his mother. Every time, he could only watch that figure turn into smoke and dissipate.

He really, really missed his mother so much, but even in his dream, even a hug was an extravagant wish.

"Xiao Wang," a pair of soft hands gently embraced him, and a gentle voice fell softly, "Your mother...is no longer here."

Wang Huan opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a plain white dress with fresh and elegant banana leaves embroidered with snow.

"Mu..." He shook his head, trying to keep his mind clear, "No, you are not."

"I am." The woman held him tighter, her slender fingers brushed against the boy's face like feathers, "I am Mu Qinyin."

The woman's faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, Wang Huan's heart suddenly beat twice, he pushed away the woman who was holding him, stepped back two steps and stood still, frowned and said: "Monster, you are courting death."

"Am I an evildoer?" The corners of Mu Qinyin's mouth slightly raised, Shi Shiran stepped forward and put his hand around the young man's neck, "Wrong, there is no evildoer in this illusory mirror."

"Let go, or I'll kill you."

The woman chuckled, and picked up a strand of the hair of the young man in Suzaku clothes with her fingers: "Then you do it."

The lingering light smoke intertwined with the beautiful and sweet scent of Datura flowers, Wang Huan stopped breathing, closed his eyes and concentrated, barely calmed down, raised his palm and struck the woman with lightning.

However, facing that beautiful face, she couldn't do it after all, she withdrew her palm and slapped the rockery next to it, the rocks bounced and the woman laughed like a silver bell: "Panda, do you like me?"

Xie Niyu's clothes were loose, showing a curvaceous and exquisite figure, with a touch of jade-colored peaks looming.

Wang Huan slammed the girl down under the flower tree, and the latter happily embraced the boy's neck, clinging to him tighter and tighter like a snake, and said with a breath, "You have reacted, little prince. "

Xie Niyu walked carefully in the mist, and when she saw the familiar small courtyard gradually revealing in the mist, she felt hesitant, but she still stepped forward and gently pushed the chaifei open.

In the small courtyard of scattered flowers, comfrey is luxuriant, and a familiar figure is looking through the snow-cleaning grass in the bamboo plaque, and there are wisps of light smoke from the copper crane incense burner next to it.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mu Qinyin raised her head and looked over, with a gentle smile on her gentle and beautiful face: "Little Feather? I'll accompany you when Sister Mu finishes her work."

Xie Niyu stepped forward quickly, and said with a sweet smile, "Sister Mu, I'll help you."

"Okay." Mu Qinyin smiled.

The two shared the herbs silently for a while, and it was Xie Niyu who spoke first: "Sister Mu, I am confident that I will get a full A in this final exam, and I will be able to graduate early by applying for skipping grades."

"Really? Sister Mu congratulated Xiaoyu in advance." Mu Qinyin said softly.

Xie Niyu lowered her eyes: "Sister Mu, besides congratulations, do you have anything else to say to me?"

"Well, what do you want to hear?" Mu Qinyin turned sideways with a smile on her face.

"It's okay." Xie Niyu said in a low voice, lowering her head and continuing to divide the herbs.

"Don't worry, Sister Mu will never forget the appointment beyond the Great Wall." Mu Qinyin smiled and blinked.

"Ah! Sister Mu, you still remember, that's great!" Xie Niyu's eyes lit up, and she jumped up.

A gust of wind blows, and the velvet flowers on the trees are like flying catkins all over the sky.

"Little Feather." Mu Qinyin called softly, and nodded her cheek with a smile.

Xie Niyu blushed, and said incredulously, "Sister Mu, you, do you know everything? You... don't you mind?"

"Ah, what..."

The girl in purple stood on her tiptoes, gently kissed Mu Qinyin's cheek, then backed away, pinching the hem of her clothes with a blushing face, not daring to look at her: "Sister Mu, I, I like you."

Mu Qinyin stretched out her hand, gently brushed off the velvet flower the size of a grain of rice on the girl's face, and sighed softly: "I'm sorry, I'm not Mu Qinyin."

Xie Niyu's voice was like a mosquito: "I...I know, this is an illusion, you are fake."

"Then why..."

"I just took everything seriously and deceived myself and others. That's it. In the real world, I dare not." Xie Niyu raised her head with tears in her eyes, "I know that Sister Mu has someone she likes, and that person It's called Wang Jing, and it's a sect master of the Langya Wang Clan, a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven."

Xiao Wanyin felt that she had been gone for a long, long time, but there was nothing in front of her eyes except for a vast expanse of white mist, and there was no sound in the surrounding area. Occasionally, the wind would blow the white mist to gather and disperse. The only change in this empty world.

"Strange, didn't that sister Tang tell us to come and experience it?" The young man in Tsing Yi murmured while shaking his folding fan with sea patterns in his hand, his eyes as bright as a deer were full of doubts, "I thought I was going to fight a little monster, but actually Nothing."

As soon as the words were finished, an exclamation was heard, Xiao Wanyin regained his energy immediately, snapped his folding fan away, and ran towards the direction of the cries for help.

All the weapons of the Xianmen boy who came to practice were confiscated. His folding fan escaped unharmed because it didn't look like a weapon, so it should come in handy this time.

When they arrived at the scene, they found that the situation was not good. The opponent was not an ordinary ghost, but a dryad with at least hundreds of years of practice. A huge black flower, with a big mouth in the middle of the flower, with jagged sharp teeth, and tentacles like living octopus growing out of the tree trunk, one of which is stuffing a disheveled boy into the mouth of the black flower.

Xiao Wanyin didn't have time to think about it, he twirled the folding fan in his hand, and the vines broke when he swung the fan, and the bound boy fell to the ground, trembling with his arms crossed.

"Run away, I can't beat this tree demon!" Xiao Wanyin swung his fan again to cut off the attacking vines, lifted the young man up and threw it behind him, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The young man ran away while crawling and running, and Xiao Wanyin was about to evacuate the scene when there were several exclamations from the clouds, and when he looked up, he saw the vines of the big tree dragging people out from the depths of the mist, and there were more than one of them, all of them were disheveled , or crying more than or looking blurred trance.

"This, how can I save this!" Xiao Wanyin had a bitter expression on his face, but the folding fan in his hand didn't stop, he slashed towards the dancing vines to save the next one, but his legs were bound by the vines, and the enraged tree demon waved the vines overwhelming Coming towards him.

At the very moment, a brilliant knife light flashed across, and at the same time, with the sound of the pipa, the light and sound of the knife smashed the vines to pieces, and all the bound people fled from the tiger's mouth.

The boy in red is tall and straight, striding forward with a gorgeous machete in his hand, and the girl in purple is walking with him, holding a pipa in her arms, with a cold expression.

"Little Feather of Envy!" Xiao Wanyin kicked away the tree vines that were lying on the ground, and ran forward happily, "Are you all alright?"

"Shang An, I just don't know what happened to the panda." Xie Niyu said worriedly.

"He's a calm little gentleman," the purple-clothed girl smiled charmingly, "But if I were real, would you still be so calm?"

With one hand, Wang Huan twisted the girl's hands and pressed them under the mandala tree, while the other hand had already grabbed the slender neck like a swan's neck: "You really think I won't kill you?"

"I thought you were going to...uh." The girl let out a pained cry, the hands that grabbed her neck tightened a bit, and there was a slight cracking sound.

"What are you, you dare to use her face." Wang Huan's expression was gloomy, and his voice was cold.