Devil's Concubine: Fighting Evil Monarchs

Chapter 5 Where is the fate in the moonlight

prison?juvenile?See through all strength?Could it be, did he come from there...

Thinking of this, Mu Jiu panicked.

Cold sweat kept falling from Mu Jiuluo's forehead, the fear in her eyes increased sharply, and the trembling of her body also became more rapid.

This, hasn't "Prison" already been destroyed by several countries in Yunpan Continent?

What, how come?How can the long-precipitated truth be repeated in drama?

When Mu Jiuluo thought of the history in those books, the chill behind her became more intense. Fear, uneasiness, and confusion filled her soul.

No matter how mature her mental age was, she was still just a girl, and when she encountered those things that should have been destroyed, they appeared in front of her, which touched the bottom secret of her heart.How could she not be afraid in her heart?
How could a wave of huge waves that had subsided a long time ago rise to an unchanging wave again.

The young man teased a few times, as if he had seen through her mind, he stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, and whispered: "Those idiots want to destroy our "prison"? What a dream. But don't worry, I I won't attack you, after all, you have nothing to do with what I did.

However, I would like to advise you, after you recover from your injury, it is best not to tell anyone that you have seen me, otherwise, little girl, I have hundreds of ways to torture you, no, desire, life. "

During the speech, his deep voice seemed to have sunk/sinked for a long time.

Mu Jiuluo's body shivered for a while, and the hot air exhaled by the young man lingered in her ears, and it lingered for a long time. It was obviously a warm breath, but Mu Jiuluo felt that her body was like falling into an ice cellar, and the cold air entered her body.

The young man let her go, picked up a bowl of porridge that had just been placed on the table, a warm and cheerful smile reappeared on his face, as if the devilish aura just now was not from him, "You just woke up Come on, let’s drink some porridge to warm our stomach first.”

As he spoke, he scooped the spoon into the bowl, put the spoon near his mouth and blew, moved it to Mu Jiuluo's mouth, and signaled her to eat it.

Mu Jiuluo slowly opened her mouth, the stiff movements made her lose her usual agility, and she didn't have the slightest expression.

Like an exquisite puppet, it can be controlled by anyone.

She thought, she was frightened, stunned, and shrouded in fear, otherwise, how could she be at the mercy of others?

A strange flash of light flashed in the boy's pupils, and then it disappeared for a moment, carefully feeding Mu Jiuluo.

The bodies of the two are very close, with a little bit of ambiguity, close together like a golden boy and a jade girl, very harmonious,

But only they themselves know that the heart is cold, and even the atmosphere is lonely.

Everything stems from their own vigilance towards each other, and even the girl's fear of the boy.

……

It was night, the valley under the cliff was quiet, and the bright moonlight enveloped everything gently.

Mu Jiuluo was lying on the wooden bed, tossing and turning, her nimble eyes were wide open, obviously, what happened yesterday still made her a little sleepless.

In the previous life, he and Su Fan both died in love; in this life, he was still betrayed by his relatives.

Oh, who would have thought of it?

The boss of the world's most famous mercenary group, with a mental age of over 30, would actually be afraid of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy!
It's funny to think about it.

However, she just felt scared.

Not because of any reason, but because of hell.

Prison is the biggest and deepest secret in her heart, a secret that even her master doesn't know.

She got up, her thin body was flimsy and her face was pale.Mu Jiuluo walked to the window, opened the window, and the moonlight fell on her pretty face.

She raised her hand and let the moonlight dance on her palm.

She remembered one thing, a person, a mysterious woman.Wearing a veil, her peerless figure is unparalleled in the world, and blue light and shadow shroud her body.

Those eyes that seemed to gather all the melancholy and indifferent eyes in the world looked at the starry sky and said lightly: "Fate is not controlled by the sky. Because I am the sky, my fate and my luck are all interpreted by me. "

It was just such a sentence that left a great shock in her young years. She was very grateful to that woman for enlightening her, and since then, she has become a genius in the family.

She thought that there must not be many people who could become sisters with him.And she wants to.Even if she knows, her identity is very different from hers.

Mu Jiuluo lowered her head and looked at her palm. The moonlight didn't completely fall into her hand, but only partly covered it.

Day and night, these two extremes, appeared in the palm of her hand.

She suddenly understood, the woman's words, those words are enough to make her whole life.

She frowned.

Isn't it "prison"?Could it be that I, Mu Jiuluo, are still afraid of you and entrust my fate to you?

What a joke!
Miss Ben's fate, Miss Ben has her own arrangements.

The Tai Chi in her hand still remained as it was, Mu Jiuluo raised her hand, and the moonlight filled her palm.

She smiled, so brightly, so proudly.

She thought of the weird smile on the boy's face yesterday afternoon, and the bright and colorful brilliance in the depths of his eyes.

I am looking forward to what kind of expression you will have when my day swallows your darkness.

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The boy's eyes were dark. He stood not far from the wooden house, watching the girl's actions by the window, and he suddenly felt very interesting.

Then the little white rabbit who was still afraid of him yesterday afternoon was about to resist?

The boy looked at his palm, he was very curious, what kind of amazing move would the girl he rescued make.

Day and night have controlled different time and space since ancient times.

Either the day eats the night, or the night eats the day.

So, in the end, where will this samsara's Tai Chi spin?
A mighty smile appeared on the young man's face, as if Hell had stepped out of hell.

Mysterious, lonely.

Once the daylight emerges, and the night emerges at three o'clock, Tai Chi has two rounds, who knows where it is?

This is the best portrayal of today's scene.

(End of this chapter)