Go Through My Demon Host

   Chapter 4118 Mr. (3)

   That night, they walked for a long time on the ten-mile-long street and among the three thousand bright lanterns, without end, interlocking their fingers calmly.

  Snow has been falling.

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   "The blood family has changed a lot." The husband held an umbrella and leaned in her direction, his heart was restless for a long time, and his voice was low and calm.

   Ranbai glanced at him sideways, his eyebrows were deep, his blood pupils darkened, and he finally smiled, "How do you see it?"

   He said warmly: "I used to lead you down this road, it wasn't like this."

   "Sir, do you still remember?"

"Ok."

  Only three years of memory, to pass the long years.

  How dare you forget.

   Before meeting Ranbai that year, Mo Chen never thought that he would stumble because of one person, and he would no longer care about mountains and rivers. He was worried about going out for a long time.

   So the years when we separated.

The only thing    has is the three short years, repeated memories, word by word, sound and smile, until he can even recite it back and forth, unforgettable.

   He thought about it all and took the memories as the rest of his life.

   "Remember to go further ahead and there is Cui Kee on the left. You liked to eat it when you were young."

   "Cui Ji is gone." Ranbai said.

  The more calm he is, the harder it is to calm down when he is white. Seeing his dark clothes and eyes, his body is thin.

   But she didn't ask anything.

   Mo Chen didn't say anything.

   just held each other's hands tightly.

   In the cold wind howling, her mood is unknown.

   "I've changed too."

   He took every word, and was very serious: "Even if things change, Bai will always be Mr.'s student."

   "Really? Even if I go against what Mr. thinks?"

   The one who came out of Siwu that year was already a different person.

   In the past, Dye Bai died at the age of eighteen, and we haven’t seen each other since then.

  Mo Chen said, "Abai is from a very good background. In the mind of Mr., he is extremely outstanding."

   He wanted her to live to the fullest, to love recklessly, not to be sincere and kind, but only to be free and fearless.

she's fine.

"I see."

   Ranbai didn't ask any more questions, and looked into the distance.

   Those years when I fell into sacrifice...

   No day, no sunshine, no time, no hope, eternal hell.

   Those who once had and lost all became poison to seal the throat.

   Since then, no one has dreamed of her and her past.

   She recalled the past in **** again and again, holding the memories she had accumulated for three years, repeatedly, rubbing her blood into her bones.

  The days when the night was already deep and the lights were turned off seemed to be within reach, long out of reach.

   Countless escapes, blood dripping, and on the verge of despair, I think of Mr.

  Sir...Sir...Sir is still waiting for her, she can't die...

   In the end, I forgot everything, only the word Mr. was on my lips, and I repeated it over and over again, not knowing why.

Who is Mr.   ?

she does not know.

   But she always felt that Mr. must be very important, very important.

  The long **** burns all the past, and the darkness lasts forever.

   Only those two words.

   Prove that she is still alive.

   proves that it ever existed.

   proves that someone is waiting for her to come home.

  She has to live.

   Live desperately.

   Those who give up need to swallow a thousand needles.

   After walking for a while, Mo Chen suddenly turned his eyes to the side, obviously blind, but he still looked in her direction accurately, as if nothing had changed. It was still when she was smiling and he was looking at her.

   "This is the palace."

The    voice is not a question.

   "Yes." Ranbai led him away, walking leisurely in the heavy snow with Mr.

   One person wears a red skirt and a black cape, and one wears a black skirt and an oil-paper umbrella.

   "His Royal Highness—" Phoenix saw Ranbai coming back, and hurriedly rushed over, wanting to be the first to see Ranbai, but unexpectedly, there was another person beside His Highness!

   was stunned for a while.

   That person has a good appearance in life, but often when he notices him, he doesn't notice his appearance, but his style.

   Ying Li did not expect Fenghuang to approach him so blindly. Speaking of them, only Fenghuang had never seen that person. Afterwards, everything sank in the past, and naturally he had no way of knowing.

   Ying whispered: "His Royal Highness, sir."

   Mo Chen Suling covered her eyes, held an umbrella and nodded.

  Rao Ying Li was already mentally prepared, but the moment he saw him, he couldn't help but be astonished, reluctantly restrained his mind, and lowered his eyes.

   At that time, the blood soul had not yet awakened, and he had spiritual consciousness. He had seen him.

  How could he do this?

   Dyeing white brows and eyes with no emotion, standing there.

   Yingli knew what she meant and retreated with Phoenix.

   "Do you remember what this place is, sir?"

   "The Great Hall," he replied.

   without hesitation.

   After a long time, he asked, "Going further, it's the attic, right?"

   Dyeing Bai was silent for a moment: "Yes."

   "Do you remember sir?"

   "I have walked the road a thousand times, and I remember it."

   "Is the peach tree still there?"

"exist."

   When she was young, she always liked to turn over to a tree to sleep, and every time she came down, she had to be held by him.

   At that time, the sun was falling, and she was smiling and arrogant, which was a picture that appeared in my dreams countless times.

   It snowed heavily and stepped into the attic.

   Every step you take is a thousand times.

Mr.    was holding the dyed white with one hand, and the other hand stroked the peach trees, branches and leaves, and various species in the courtyard. The wide sleeves covered his slender fingers, and the temperature was cold.

   Even if he can't see it, he can imagine what the attic looks like, where he has lived for three years.

   It turned out that those three years had already passed a lifetime.

   Ranbai said nothing and walked with him in the courtyard.

   For a long time, with a faint smile between his eyebrows, the gentleman asked in a low voice, "You are still greedy for peach blossom wine?"

   "Don't be greedy anymore." Ranbai leaned sideways against the tree, looked at him, and said lightly, "No one will take me back when I'm drunk."

  Mo Chen paused, his heartbeat was out of balance again, the long and delicate emotions swept like a deep sea, and the reflection of the moon fell into the water.

   He embraces his moon.

   "Another day, sir, accompany A Bai to get drunk."

   "Will you still break your promise?"

"Will not."

   Never again.

   Ranbai sat on the swing under the peach tree, his figure swayed gently, and there was heavy snow behind him, posing in red.

Mr.    was standing right in front of her, his bones were unbroken, and fine snow fell on his shoulders.

   She took the husband's hand along his sleeve and put it on her eyebrows: "Then guess, sir, what is this?"

  The fingertips are pulled by someone and placed on the eyebrows and eyes silently, the touch temperature is cold all year round, so real.

  The sound of the wind, the sound of snow, and the sound of heartbeats melded together, and fell into his ears in this winter. He stood in front of the figure on the swing, and his fingertips traced the outline of her eyebrows and eyes, and his movements were light and gentle.

   Ranbai never closed his eyes, and looked at him.

Mr.    smiled and whispered, "Abai."

   is Ah Bai.

   Mr. Bai.

   Ranbai nodded: "It's me."

   A snowflake fell on His Highness's eyelashes. The silver-haired red eyes showed the identity of the blood race. The snowflake slowly melted into snow water, and was gently wiped off by the white fingertips, as if treating the world's priceless treasure.

   "Abai has grown taller." He gently rubbed her head, like a pampering scene in the old days.

   Later, without hot milk, she grew three centimeters taller.

  No one congratulates her on her birthday, and no one keeps her New Year.

   (end of this chapter)