Xing Shu sat in front of the mirror, looking at the slap print on his face, and sighed.

Not only is Zi Yang tall and tall, but the print on the palm of her hand is so well-proportioned and slender, with unique characteristics.

If it weren't for the fear that Zi Yang would feel the response, Xing Shu would really like to tattoo the stamp of the palm to commemorate it.

However, the idea of ​​getting a palm print on his face was still too strange. Xing Shu didn't want to be a boy with a 200% return rate when he walked on the street, so he had to stop.

"I heard that he seems to have been looking for you for six years. This is just to be found. You are just like this. What is your heart made of?" Shangwu didn't know when he sat on the window sill with a rope in one hand. , With a pot of wine tied to the rope.

The smell of wine permeated the room from the window, and just smelling it made me feel a little intoxicating.

Xing Shu stroked the palm prints on his face with his fingertips, seemingly casually replied: "I have no heart."

After a pause, Xing Shu seemed to be suggesting something to himself, and repeated: "I'm a dead man long ago, where does the heart come from?"

A black death flame came out of his eyes, and the cracks spread from his eyes to the entire face, even reaching the chin in some places.

After these cracks were added to the face of the original demon, it only looked terrible, like a ghost climbing up from hell. He had no intention of himself, so he swallowed people's hearts.

"Dang Cang!" The wine jar in Shangwu's hand slipped away unknowingly, but Shangwu didn't bother to take care of it. He just looked at that face for a moment, then turned over and jumped in from the window.

He seemed to be fascinated by this look of Xingshu, approaching step by step, and then twisted Xingshu's face and watched carefully.

"Tsk tusk, death breath... a lot of death breath... your sea of ​​consciousness is nothingness, your body is full of death breath, you walk in this world, but you don't exist in this world." Shang Wu got closer and closer. , The tip of his nose almost touched Xing Shu's face, and he sniffed it lightly, as if the cold and gloomy life was a kind of ultimate delicacy.

"It's so beautiful..." Shangwu murmured and exclaimed.

Xing Shu felt a damp touch on his face, and quickly pushed Shangwu away, with a weird expression: "What is your special hobby? Do you think lifelessness is your devilish energy?" Live, if you breathe too much, leave this beautiful world directly, okay!

"Hehehe, I really can't absorb too much death, but..." Shangwu touched the slap print on Xingshu's face: "This thing is a big complement to him."

As a ghost cultivator, Zi Yang's death spirit is not only harmless to him, but it also greatly increases the cultivation base, but...

Xing Shu: "What are you telling me about this?"

"It's nothing, I just think he is stupid, such a good resource can't be used, so he just said to leave." Shangwu spit out the scarlet letter, as if he was really sighing.

gone?

Xing Shu keenly grasped the key point, "When did you go and where did you go?"

Shangwu smiled and pointed to the palm print on Zhi Xingshu's face: "Can you control it?"

Xing Shu put away his lifeless spirit, and retorted, "What do you know? This is the mark of love!"

Shangwu raised his eyebrows: "You missed a word, this is the mark of love, passing, and passing."

Xingshu had stood up from the mirror and hurried to the outside of the house.

Seeing Xingshu about to fly away Yujian, Shangwu suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

"Huh?" Xing Shu turned his head in response, feeling a gust of wind swept towards him, and accompanied by a crisp sound, he slapped Xing Shu's face away from him.

Xingshu: "..."

Xing Shu clutched his painful face, took a deep breath, and pulled out a deep smile: "Explain."

Shangwu raised that hand, instead of feeling sorry, he even gave a very satisfied smile: "This is what you said."

What did I say?

I think the palm prints on my face are not symmetrical enough. Would you like to show them too?

刑枢正要撸袖子揍蛇，又突然想起，自己上一刻貌似嘴贱说了一句“爱的印记”什么的……

The expression on Xing Shu's face became a little strange. It seems to be happy, but also like a heartache.

Even if the memory has been left in the previous life with the reincarnation, but in the depths of the soul, it seems that the ending is still dusty and there is only the parting past.

"Sir, are you using me to entertain you?" Xing Shu smiled lightly: "Don't worry, no matter what the lord says to me, I will not honestly sacrifice my own soulless spirit body, respect. If you want to achieve your goals, you still need to be prepared, or if you let me catch the opportunity, I will definitely run away."

Shangwu twisted his fingertips: "Oh? Then I have to wait and see."

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Xingshu finally caught up with Zi Yang at the gate of Lingshan City, because now Lingshan City is strictly investigating in and out, Zi Yang must honestly line up if he wants to leave the city.

Thanks to the large number of people leaving the city today, Xingshu caught Zi Yang.

"Your injury is not healed!" Xing Shu sent a voice transmission directly to Zi Yang, and at the same time ran to Zi Yang's side, trying to pull him out of the team.

Zi Yang frowned and flung Xing Shu's hand away, his expression as deep as the bottom of a pot.

Xing Shu followed him for two steps, and the people in line behind Zi Yang were a little unhappy. They felt that Xing Shu was jumping in the line and let Xing Shu go back in line.

Seeing that Zi Yang insisted on leaving the city, Xing Shu simply walked to the back of the line and sent a voice to Zi Yang across the long line.

Your own body is your capital. Don’t do anything with your own body. If you are injured, you should have a good rest. I can avoid you if you don’t want to see me, but you have to heal your injuries!

Talking about it, but Zi Yang's divine power is not strong enough, it is impossible to block Xingshu's chanting.

Zi Yang was originally not a person who likes to talk more, but now his mind is very messy, and when Xingshu is so babbling, his heart is even more irritable, and there is a strong irony in his words: "You tell me now What are these for? What's the use? If you don't have the mind, don't provoke me in the first place!"

Xingshu is a little unhappy to say that: Did I say anything when you got married with others for your own revenge?

Xing Shu: "I was wrong. I don't ask you to forgive me. I just feel that you still have injuries on your body. It is inconvenient to travel long distances. Now you can't go to Nanwei Gaocheng. You can't go back to Xianhuan Continent, the neighboring magic city. War may break out at any time. If you don’t enter the city, it will be very unsafe in those black forests. If you count it overall, the Mohuang Continent, namely Lingshan City and Demon City, is the safest, but the Demon City is far away from here. It’s fine to recuperate here, and wait for the monks in Nanwei Gaocheng to dispatch troops, and there are fewer people. Wouldn’t it be good if you go in from the underpass?"

Zi Yang: "..."

Zi Yang clenched his fists: "You just want to tell me this?"

Xing Shu touched his nose: "I want to say something else, but you have to be willing to listen."

Zi Yang endured the blood rising from his throat, "Listen with respect."

Xingshu hesitated for a moment, but decided to say it out: "Um, what happened here, if I'm still alive, I will build a fairy house in the extremely cold place."

Zi Yang didn't react for a while: "What?"

Xingshu scratched his cheeks: "If there is no accident, I should always be there."

Zi Yang: "What are you trying to say?!"

Xing Shu rubbed his face vigorously, and squeezed a smile into himself: "It's nothing, I'm finished, that's it."

Xingshu got out of the crowd, and Yu Jian flew back in the direction he came.

The people next to him felt the power with some doubts, but when they saw the black air on Xingshu's body, they felt that they had been thinking too much. How could spiritual cultivation be so blatant here to use spiritual power?

Xing Shu flew back, but was stopped halfway. He looked up and found that Zi Yang, who was unwilling to leave the queue, was clutching his abdomen, panting and hanging in front of him.

Zi Yang's legs had turned into a white soul body, his body was light, and his flight speed was very fast. Moreover, the Demon Race did not have much hatred for ghost repair, so this path did not arouse many ideas.

Xing Shu's eyes lit up: "Have you figured it out clearly?"

"What do you want to be clear? You just told me this when you came here? You didn't know what to say, and then ran away by yourself?" Zi Yang rushed forward, squeezing Xingshu's face and turned aside. The tone appeared vicious and said: "Don't you explain first, who did your slap? Why did you get hit? Was it because of what you said?"

A series of questions fell down, making Xingshu a little confused: "Huh? What did I say?"

Zi Yang drew closer, looking straight into Xingshu's eyes: "For example, what decision did you make? Let that popularity hit you?"

Getting closer, Xing Shu's nose began to smell the familiar smell, and his brain began to become a little dull, as he repeated like a repeater: "Decision?"

"For example..." Zi Yang held the back of Xing Shu's head in one hand, and gently covered Xing Shu's lips, a low voice rolled from his throat: "Come and chase me."

Xing Shu's cheeks flushed, subconsciously he wanted to hug Zi Yang back, but he was worried that Zi Yang would feel sick. Can only hang at a loss.

thump!

Thump Thump!

The heartbeat was like a drum, and the chest hurt when it hit Xingshu.

Zi Yang was still immersed in the tenderness, but gradually, even he heard the heartbeat of this distance.

Zi Yang couldn't help but touched his own heart, and then...somewhat incredulously he pressed Xing Shu's heart, looking at Xing Shu's eyes as if to say-can it jump so fast?

In the past, when they were there, they didn't feel Xing Shu's heart beating so fast.

Zi Yang's mood suddenly improved, he pressed Xingshu into his arms, and finally made up his mind.

"Since you come back to me, don't leave, okay?"

Xing Shu's face was buried in Zi Yang's neck. After a long time of silence, Xing Shu slowly raised his hand and hugged Zi Yang tightly.

The eyebrows were slightly bent, and there was a bit of stubbornness in his eyes. This was an expression that Zi Yang could not see.

Xing Shu whispered: "This is what you said, I have given you the opportunity to choose..."

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