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Shi Mu opened his eyes wide.

Suddenly being pulled by the wrist, even a fairy would be frightened.

"Thank you."

Huarong lowered her head, the hair on both sides of her cheeks hung down, her voice was so small that it was almost inaudible.

Shi Mu narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Didn't you let me intervene?" Shi Mu tilted his head, "What, changed my mind? I didn't say I would help you."

"Well, I won't let you do anything," Huarong murmured with lowered eyes, "At least I know that you are on my side."

Even the law of heaven is unfair for his father, if he can know, I don't know how good it would be.

"Ah," Shi Mu stretched out his hand to rub Huarong's head, "Isn't that natural?"

Huarong increased the strength in her hand.

"I told you, take it easy!"

"it is good……"

Huarong responded, rubbing Shi Mu's wrist with her fingers, Shi Mu's reddened skin that was pinched just now gradually returned to a jade-like color.

Huarong didn't let go.

Huarong's hand slid down, gently inserted her fingers between Shi Mu's fingers, and clasped Shi Mu's hand.

Shi Mu only felt that this young man's callused hand became like a spirit snake wrapped around his wrist, and then clasped his hand tightly.

Snakes are promiscuous.

Skin contact brings indescribable taste.

If one really wanted to describe it, it would probably be—obscene and pornographic.

Shi Mu's wrist was burnt red circles along the direction Huarong's hand was walking.

The scorching heat spread to his face at once, Shi Mu's eyes wandered away from his face and he looked around.

The crowd was full of people.

"Here... so many people!"

Just holding hands like that... really, really not ashamed!

Shi Mu is so shy that he even wants to hide himself!

Huarong took Shi Mu's hand and put it down, and the wide sleeves fell down to cover their hands: "That's all right," Huarong lowered her voice, and added in Shi Mu's ear, "Just a while."

This is really... I can't refuse.

Shi Mu moved his fingers.

Forget it, let's just help him divert his attention.Fortunately, Huarong didn't think about the past either.

The chick flapped its wings flutteringly, dispelling the ambiguous air around the two of them at once.

The little chick flew with great effort, and finally landed on Huarong's head.

The somewhat messy hair that Shi Mu had just rubbed looked particularly suitable for a nest!

The young man with an indifferent appearance has a bright yellow bird lying on his head. The contrast is really indescribably funny.

Shi Mu laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled, he lifted the bold little guy from Huarong's head with his free hand and put it on his shoulders, then straightened Huarong's hair, and said with a smile: "This is really true!" It's none of my business, this guy is disobedient, if you're upset, just teach him a lesson."

The little chick who was pulled out to take the blame did not know the situation, and even yelled twice at Huarong's long hair that had been straightened out a little bit, as if she was nostalgic.

Shi Mu smiled even brighter.

Seeing Shi Mu smiling like this, Hua Rong couldn't vent her anger even if she was really angry.

Huarong flicked Xiao Yuchu's head with two fingers, and the little Buchu flew away from Shi Mu's shoulders, as if knowing that she had done something wrong, she flew back in a despondent manner and climbed onto Shi Mu's shoulder. the other shoulder.

Huarong didn't pay attention to Yuchu any more, and flicked Shi Mu's forehead again.

Shi Mu blinked, covered his forehead and said, "Why even me..."

"I don't forget who rubbed my hair."

Shi Mu smiled viciously, and said, "Whoever made you look like you're about to cry if you don't give comfort, I have good intentions."

It's an exaggeration, but that's about it.

Huarong didn't refute, but just said: "Even if it's true, punishment is still punishment, you can't bully children."

Shi Mu glanced at the little bird who had just been "bullied" by Huarong on his right shoulder, curled his lips, and said softly, "I don't know who is bullying..."

This guy, I don't know who he learned from. He was obviously unsmiling at the beginning, but he didn't know when it turned bad.

Shi Mu didn't know that Huarong was indeed changing, not because of others, but because of himself.

There is no doubt about this.

Because Shi Mu has lived in Huarong's heart, Huarong will naturally follow this person with her eyes, and describe this person with her emotions, every move, every frown and smile, crushes it carefully, and compares it I don't know how much Qiongye Yulu won.

Naturally, even the flesh and blood were soaked in the taste of the other party.

That was Shi Mu's cunning and rebelliousness.

Shi Mu would not realize that a real immortal would not have such a happy conversation with a mortal.It's just that he, who has been contaminated with the smell of beauty, has the emotions of a mortal.

The word love is really wonderful.If the rain in spring is continuous, it will flow into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.

Although Shi Mu didn't understand, he couldn't help thinking about it, and he could always find a little bit of the truth.

After all, maybe it's because they are connected with each other, no matter what they do, they can think of each other.

"Hi," Shi Mu sighed, interrupting his impatient thoughts of flying to Huarong, and said, "I'm not in the mood to continue playing now, then——let's get down to business."

Shi Mu raised his hand, the aura in the air gathered little by little and circled in the palm of his hand, Shi Mu couldn't wait to destroy this place.

"Wait a minute, don't bother."

Huarong stopped Shi Mu, and when Shi Mu squeezed his hand, the aura spread into the air again.

"What are you going to do?"

"Is someone following me?" Hua Rong suddenly changed the subject.

"Yes, yes..." Shi Mu pondered, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "So that's it!"

"Except Qin Jin's, let the rest of the people in, let them think this is my territory," Hua Rong looked at Shi Mu, "It can be done."

"Small idea."

Shi Mu drew a few circles in the air with his fingers, as if he was guiding something.

Huarong could only see the traces of Shi Mu, a pale golden trace appeared in the air, and soon disappeared.

There was a faint sound of commotion in the distance, and Shi Mu smiled with his lips curled up: "It's all right now."

The underground casino has only one floor. Although it is large, so many killers can't help but rush in, and the noisy sound quickly spread to the two people's positions.

The gamblers addicted to the bloody game turned a blind eye, and only the two culprits were still awake.

Huarong hugged Shi Mu's waist, jumped backwards, and flew upside down onto the beam.

Shi Mu swayed his legs, and by the way concealed the figures of the two.

It is more convenient to do things this way.

The first thing to feel the murderous intent was the fighting cock, and the alert crowing sounded one after another, and the gamblers who were overwhelmed by the disturbance frowned and shook their heads, only to realize that the killer had poured into the room at some time.

In the next second, the head fell to the ground.

The overwhelming force made this group of gamblers who usually only goof around can only run away.Panicked, no one noticed the strange numbness on the killer's body and the struggle between light and darkness deep in his pupils.

That was Shi Mu's hypnosis.

The surrounding area was full of screams and the sound of frightened fighting cocks flapping their wings. Shi Mu couldn't be bothered, so he grabbed the frightened chicks and pressed them to his shoulders, and simply put down a sound-proof barrier around them.

It's clean all around.

Huarong looked at the scene in the room with cold eyes, while Shi Mu just seemed to be absent-minded and took the chick into his palm and rubbed it.

Huarong asked suddenly: "Would you be unbearable?"

Shi Mu naturally understood what it was referring to.

Shi Mu looked up at the room twice, shook his head again, continued to rub the chick, and said, "Am I a fool in your imagination?"

What he said was direct enough, Huarong didn't react in a daze.

Shi Mu looked at Huarong's stunned expression, but suddenly smiled, and said, "I don't know if it's something about me that makes you think I can't bear it." Shi Mu blinked, "Is it because I didn't kill you back then? ? Or because it blocked that person's pain?"

Maybe both.

After all, Shi Mu looks so innocent that he can't wait for others to see it at a glance.

"But you're the only one who thinks that way." Shi Mu saw through Huarong's thoughts at a glance, and said this sentence with unclear meaning.

Huarong's eyes moved.

Yeah, only I mean...

"Don't forget that I'm a fairy," Shi Mu continued without explaining, "Ordinary people are in front of me...how should I put it...like a jar, others can't see through it, but I can naturally see through the jar What is in it, mountain springs and bad water, whether it is clear or turbid, you can tell it at a glance."

Therefore, it is not unreasonable to say that immortals have different paths.

Ordinary people always have desires, resentment, hatred, infatuation, and anger are buried in their hearts, but how can the immortals who have seen through their ugly faces approach them?

Shi Mu swayed his legs: "Although that person before was not a good person, he still belongs to the normal category among mortals. But here... the filthy breath can't wait to blacken the air."

"I'm an immortal, not a saint." Shi Mu smiled sarcastically, "This can be regarded as doing justice for the heavens. Besides, if you are really determined, that level of hypnosis will not have any effect at all, and The current situation is not a manifestation of ghosts in these people's hearts."

Hearing what Shi Mu said, Hua Rong felt relieved.

It is said that good and evil will be rewarded, regardless of whether they believe it or not, how could those evildoers think that the cycle of heaven and evil is around them, and their eyes are reflecting the clear and turbid.

They should be glad that it was Shi Mu who saw them at this moment.

"So," Shi Mu rubbed Huarong's hair and said, "If you think this way, you are pure."

Huarong smiled helplessly: "It's really unconvincing for you to say that you are innocent."

"Tsk, don't underestimate the immortal."

"I didn't underestimate the immortal, it's just you," Hua Rong suddenly became serious, staring into Shi Mu's eyes, "It's a good thing to be simple, at least in front of me, relax a little."

Shi Mu shrugged and said, "Thank you so much."

Huarong laughed.

It seemed that Shi Mu didn't take it seriously at all.

As everyone knows, Shi Mu is thinking about something else in his heart...

This guy really doesn't think of himself as a mortal.

With so many things on his mind, he still wants to keep others simple, and it's better to be taken care of by him like a rabbit.

Although maturity is not a bad thing, but too much pressure will really kill you.

It's still you, you should have relaxed a little earlier, Huarong...

"anyway."

Shi Mu's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, startled, he raised his head to look at Huarong, his face was still dazed.

"You say you can tell what's in a mortal's jar, so in your eyes, what do I look like?"

Shi Mu pursed his lips, and Fu lifted up a strand of Huarong's hair, sniffed the breath closely, and said, "Then you can guess, anyway, I won't tell you."

want to know.

Huarong didn't press on, but instead said: "Then you want to know, what you look like in my eyes."

Hearing this, Shi Mu only felt his heart itch, as if he had been swept by the feathers of a chick.

Shi Mu shook the baby in his heart, and asked, "What is it like?"

"You know, I only like spirits, and I only like the plum blossom brew from my hometown. When I was a child, my father used to drink it for me, saying that spirits can warm me up."

Shi Mu nodded, he who has been with Huarong day and night can naturally see that this alcoholic guy is eager to drink so much plum wine that others can't drink in a lifetime.

"In my heart, you are the plum blossom wine from Pengcheng..."

Plum stuffed...

My favorite... Plum Blossom Stuffed...

Shi Mu was so startled that he let go of the hands he had been clasping unconsciously, covered his face with both hands, threw the owl aside, curled up on the beam by himself, and felt the red plum between his eyebrows appear uncontrollably between his fingers. Jump.

Looking at Shi Mu's reaction, Hua Rong curled her lips into a smile.

The chick jumped on the beam a few times, seeing that Shi Mu didn't pay attention to it, he retreated and jumped on Huarong, Huarong stroked the chick's feathers in a good mood.

Shi Mu curled up, only feeling the scent of Huarong's hair lingering on the tip of his nose, his face was fumigated and reddened.

It seems to have a strong spirit, and the plum blossom is cold and fragrant.

It is the beauty soaked in wine.

What a coincidence...

……

There is a legend in the Tianyuan Continent that all things have spirits, and only immortals can see through the essence of all things.

Is it clear springs and bad water, strange rocks in Tongshan Mountains, or axes and swords...

People who can be favored by the gods have their own uniqueness.

The god of the mountain loves the majestic mountains, standing firm; the god of the river loves the bubbling springs, gurgling endlessly;

And the wine fairy, obsessed with strong and mellow wine, rich and delicate fragrance...

The author has something to say:

It should be the first time that Shi Mu's identity has been stated positively

but not quite

But whether it's Huarong or everyone understands it (●ゝω)ノヽ(?＜●)

I feel like I need to review what I wrote_(??`"∠)

Amnesia is bad (??︵?`)