Raising a Fox Consort: The Cold Demonic Wang’s Sweet Love

With the man's move, a woman wearing a white gauze skirt, a petite and thin, but unrecognizable, appeared in front of the man.

Looking at the corpse underneath, the familiar body shape, the familiar costumes, the night ink and cold sigh.

The next moment, I just felt a sigh of relief, as if the arrow was so painful!

"No! Little wine -"

The man spoke, the sorrowful sorrow, and even more embarrassed from the man’s mouth...

Immediately afterwards, the man only felt a heat flow and shocked from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately, ‘噗’, when I saw the man’s red lips, a blood, suddenly burst out...

"cold!"

Looking at the front of the mouth spit blood, the face of the grief of the night cold, the wind without a trace of face changes.

Goodbye, the man has to sway and fall, and the wind has no trace.

"cold!"

Looking at the man in front of him, his mouth full of blood, the look of sorrow, the brow of the good-looking brows of the wind, but also the closeness, the shackles, the concealed worries and sadness.

For the pain in the man's heart, he will not know! ?

Seeing my beloved woman, leaving myself, and, in this way, so cruel...

Thinking of this, the wind has no trace of heart and helplessness.

"Cold, you, you have to change your mind..."

At this moment, the wind can be said without a trace, only this.

After all, now, he does not know, what to say, can comfort this man.

However, there is no help but sigh for the wind, but the night is cold.

At this moment, the night is cold, and the whole person is like a lost soul. The whole person is soft there.

The vast black shackles of that sorrow are full of grief that cannot be concealed.

No, no, no, impossible, little wine, how can she be so cruel to leave myself! ?

Do not!

He does not believe, he does not believe!

Just, what is the explanation of this familiar figure and familiar costumes? ?

No, small wine, you are so cruel to treat him! ?

Thinking of this, the night ink cold eyes can not help but a red, a line of tears, finally could not help, slid down...

The crystal clear tears, constantly falling, crossed the man's pale and pale face.

Then ‘啪’, it fell to the ground.

The night is like this, and it doesn't move, as if it were a fossil, sitting next to the body, it is desolate.

"Cold, don't do this. If the wine knows it, it will be sad..."

Looking at the man in front of him, a desperate look, the wind has no trace of the heart can not help but follow.

After all, the pain of losing a loved one is more serious than the pain of the skin.

What's more, the man in front of him is so deeply in love with this woman...

Unfortunately, the world is unpredictable.

They will expect that they will meet each other on the same day, but they will be separated by the heavens! ?

Just in the wind without a trace of helplessness, a burst of violent wind, swept away, even the mat on the body, completely blown away.

The bodies that have gradually begun to rot are even more exposed to the sight of the night.

The night was full of despair and sorrow, and the eyes were swept away. When it fell on the little feet of the woman’s ****, the sorrowful and beautiful face was first glimpsed.

I saw that there was a black birthmark on the little corpse of this woman.

Seeing this, the night ink is a glimpse of the first, the next moment, like what I think of, finally relieved a sigh of relief.

"This, this is not a small wine!"

"Cold, what are you talking about??"

When I heard the words of the night, I was thinking about how to comfort the wind of the night and the cold. There is no trace of the wind on the face of fortitude. First, it is slightly stunned and some are unknown.

But seeing the man in front of him, the face that was originally desperate, but it was a look of relief, said openly.

"This is not a small wine, a small wine, no white, no birthmarks, so this is not a small wine!"

The night is cold and the mouth is open, and the tone is even stronger.

After all, he and the woman, sleeping together for a long time, for every skin on the woman, he is familiar with it.

What characteristics does the woman have? He will not know it! ?

At first thought, this female corpse is not her most beloved woman, and the night ink finally relaxes.

Compared with the relaxed night cold, the wind could not help but hear the silence of the night, and could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, she is not a small wine..."

Otherwise, he does not know, this man, how to be good!

Just as he was relieved in the wind, he saw the man in front of him. After he was relieved, his body suddenly became soft, and he fell straight behind him...

The wind does not see this, the face changes greatly.

"cold--"

The wind screamed without a trace, but when he saw the man in front of him, he had already passed out...

......

At the same time, the other side -

When the first sunshine in the morning, from the open window, slanting into the bed, the woman lying in bed finally woke up.

Leaving the sly beauty, the woman was lying there, and she did not move.

After a long time, for a long time, the woman seemed to wake up.

Then, slowly turn the black and white eyeballs and look at the place where you are.

The carved beams are painted, the bead curtains are falling, and the gauze curtain cages.

On the edge of the bed, there is an ancient jade flower screen, which is elegant.

On the wall, there are a few landscape paintings of splashing ink, which appear to be more and more antique around.

On the ground, the paved, is a knitted flower pattern, on the side, there are a few pear wood carved wooden tables and chairs...

Looking at the front, this quaint place, the woman could not help but squint at the good-looking brow, between the eyebrows, it was doubtful and confused.

"Here, what the **** is it??"

The woman spoke and whispered softly.

This way, for her, it is so strange.

Also, in her mind, how empty, a little memory is gone! ?

Where is it here! ?

Also, who is she? ?

Why, she can't think of it at all! ?

Thinking of this, the woman's heart, could not help but flooded with a thick panic and uneasiness.

Who is she! ?

Who is it! ?

I was anxious, but no matter what the woman thought, she couldn’t think of anything.

Moreover, as long as she works hard to think about it, the brain will only become painful and painful, as if it is going to explode.

Inside the brain, the extreme is uncomfortable, so that the woman can not help but reach out to some painful head.

Finally, his eyes swept away and could not help but fall on the bronze mirror.

Seeing this, the woman’s face was slightly stunned. The next moment, the woman seemed to think of something, and immediately got up from the bed. Almost even the shoes were not worn, and immediately rushed to the big bronze mirror.

When the woman's eyes swept away and looked at the woman in the bronze mirror, she suddenly stunned and stunned, and could not help but scream a thick and stunning color!