Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Soon, all the well-informed people in the world will know that the demon king is going to marry the daughter of the fox clan.

Fox Mountain was full of joy, and even the devil world, which was cold and lonely all day long, rarely had a trace of joy.

Gu Ruojiao was dressed in a gold-plated black moon wedding gown, and was led by the Fox King and handed over to Mo Qingyan.

Although five years have passed, the Fox King still doesn't like the man who abducted his daughter back then.

But she couldn't help her daughter only recognize this man, so she had no choice but to let go.

It is the first time in tens of thousands of years that the demons and monsters get married.

Therefore, this wedding banquet was celebrated for half a month.

So far, everyone knows that Mozun Mo Qingyan married the daughter of the Fox King of Hushan.

But no one can find out what the fox king's daughter looks like and what her disposition is.

Because she has been well protected by Fox King, Fox Queen and Mo Qingyan.

In the middle of winter night.

Gu Ruojiao woke up but did not see Mo Qingyan.

She put on her clothes, and as soon as she opened the door to go out, she saw Mo Qingyan standing on the porch.

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky, and the silver light falls on the ground.

The figure of the man looked lonely and sad.

Gu Ruojiao stepped forward and hugged him from behind.

"Husband."

The tentacles are cold.

He was always cold when she was not around.

It's like punishing yourself.

Mo Qingyan leaned over, took her hand, and pulled her forward to hug her.

Falling into his arms again, it was warm again.

"Why did you wake up?"

"You're not here, I can't sleep."

Mo Qingyan didn't speak.

Snowflakes were falling all over the sky.

Gu Ruojiao raised her head.

"Husband, how did the fire poison on your body come from?"

"Jiaojiao wants to know?"

"Ah."

Mo Qingyan sat down on the porch and hugged him on his lap.

Forehead against her forehead: "That was not a pleasant past."

Gu Ruojiao looked at him: "Then let's not talk about it."

Mo Qingyan laughed and gently hugged her into her arms.

With a low voice: "Jiaojiao, my parents were killed by me."

Gu Ruojiao closed her eyes, then hugged him tightly.

she knows.

She has always known.

Great power comes at a price.

After Mo Qingyan's parents knew that he had the ability to speak, they used him as a tool to train him.

They fear him, but they use him.

Like raising a Gu, after he was three years old, he was locked in a hole, humiliated inside, and made him kill continuously in order to survive.

Since he was a child, he has never received more than half of his family affection, and what he thinks about every day when he opens his eyes is how to survive.

He was not released from the hole until he was eight years old.

But this is not the end.

His father gave him a secret book to practice, and the price was the torture of fire and poison, which was reserved for him by his parents.

At that time, Mo Qingyan naively thought that he was rejected by his parents because of Yan Ling.

He thought that as long as he became stronger, his parents would accept him again.

They are also innate talents.

The original body's parents would protect her so that she would not be harmed.

But Mo Qingyan's parents turned him into an executioner.

Later, Mo Qingyan lost his mind under the torment of the fire and killed his parents.

After all these years, with his ability, he should have got rid of this fire poison long ago. 7K 妏敩

But he didn't.

Gu Ruojiao didn't know whether he was punishing herself or to remind herself of the 'once'.

But she didn't want him to go on like this forever.

"Husband, I'm afraid of the cold, so I like warm places."

She grabbed his neck.

"Husband is very warm, so Jiaojiao likes it."

Mo Qingyan looked at her: "Back then when I got angry, why weren't you afraid of me?"

"Because I know my husband will not hurt me."

The enchantment he set up is enough to explain everything.

Gu Ruojiao held his face, raised her head and pecked his lips.

Caress gently.

Mo Qingyan clasped the back of her head with one hand, deepening the ween.

After a while, he carried her into the house.

With a wave of his sleeves, the door was closed tightly, isolating the wind and snow outside.

The curtain shook violently, as if there were only the two of them left in the world.