Chapter 4642

Mo Siyu put the little white dumpling on the window, "Go and play, don't get caught."

After Xiaobai Tuanzi left, he changed into night clothes and leaped out like a lithe bird...

Ever since Mo Siyu was taken to the priest's mansion by Qin Wuyan, Aoki has been in constant panic, and the worries in his heart are getting worse day by day.

In particular, after finally pushing Mo Siyu into the cliff, he was in charge of taking care of Zhuang Xiaoyu's body, but found that Zhuang Xiaoyu's body began to show signs of decay...

Everything is out of control.

Qin Wuyan no longer trusted him, and never called him again.

It's just that he didn't understand, with Qin Wuyan's temperament, since he didn't trust him at all, why did he still keep him in the mansion instead of executing himself directly?

Could it be that he is still useful?

Aoki thought wildly for many days and nights, and these thoughts were rooted in his mind, which made him a little out of breath, restless and anxious all day long.

Aoki changed his night clothes, opened the window, stepped out of the bedroom, and jumped onto the roof.

In the night, the bright moon was half hidden in the dark clouds, looming, only a goshawk was circling and flying over the priest's mansion, and soon disappeared.

Aoki didn't care about these things, and quickly left the priest's mansion, heading straight for the Holy Maiden's Palace.

Mo Siyu sneaked into Aoki's courtyard, and saw Aoki sneaking away at night, and immediately flew to follow: the man who hurt me and my lady has the face to run away, it is simply unreasonable.

The figures of the two left the priest's mansion one after the other.

The goshawk circled in mid-air, and the jade flute sounded. It flapped its wings and landed on the window sill, and then jumped onto Qin Wuyan's shoulder...

Everything in the priest's mansion is under the control of the man.

The people and things he wants to control can never be found in the palm of his hand, and the people and things he doesn't want to control are put aside, and he doesn't bother to waste any energy.

What's more, some people are not necessarily better than alive when they are dead.

Qin Wuyan caressed the vulture's wings, let the vulture fly, closed the window, and lay down beside Zhuang Xiaoyu.

The weather was hot, and a faint odor permeated the bed.

The collapse and despair in Qin Wuyan's heart suddenly rushed towards him like a tsunami, submerging him completely.

He burned incense in the room, and the fragrance was strong, and he applied ointment and powder to Zhuang Xiaoyu's skin, but the lingering smell still poured into his breath from time to time, making him feel uncomfortable. He tossed and turned, restless all night.

His head started to ache again, and that feeling of manic depression surged up again...

He hugged Zhuang Xiaoyu and forced himself to fall asleep: "Xiaoyu, come back to my dream tonight, okay? Talk to me, I promise you whatever you say, and I will follow you, okay?"

The man's head was pressed against Zhuang Xiaoyu's smooth and fair back, warm tears fell drop by drop on her back, and slowly slid into the bedding: "I'm about to lose my hold, let me accompany you, okay? "

The answer to him is that in the past ten years, there will always be endless silence, endless silence, endless silence!

It's like being in a dark desolation, with endless wilderness in all directions, with no end of life in sight, and no ray of hope...

Mo Siyu followed Aoki all the way, as expected, this fellow went to the Holy Maiden Palace again...