Dressed as a heartthrob cannon fodder husband and wife

Lin Sijin didn't step into the East Palace, he was stopped by Chunyu.He didn't know what happened at this time, and a bad premonition emerged in his heart, and the entire East Palace was filled with extremely low air pressure.

——Chu Jun is infected with a strange disease, so naturally this matter will not be publicized.

With a "snap", Chun Yu's eyes almost turned red, Lin Sijin's face felt burning pain, and there were a few bright red fingerprints on his cheeks.

Chun Yu is extremely regretful now, their people have already invited the national teachers and priests, at this moment, looking at Lin Sijin's expression, it seems that they don't know what happened.

"I shouldn't believe you, you are going to kill His Highness." Chun Yu's voice was soft, but the strength of his attack was merciless.

Lin Sijin grew up so big, and he had never been slapped like this before. He touched the corner of his lips with his fingertips, and his breath restrained a little, "Let me see him."

He didn't know why Chun Yu beat him, he vaguely guessed something, Chun Yu also knew that he couldn't stop him, never stopped him.

The guards of the Eastern Palace were solemn and pointed at him with a long halberd the whole time. When he reached Murong Fei's bed, he saw someone.

Lin Sijin's whole body was filled with icy breath. The moment he saw the person on the bed clearly, there was a buzzing in his ears, and the string that was tense on his body was almost broken.

The whole person couldn't hold on anymore, Lin Sijin's fingertips trembled, and his face turned pale.

The person on the bed was already in a coma, that gorgeous face was covered with dense black mantras, those black mantras seemed to have life, surging continuously on Murong Fei's body.

With a "bang", Lin Sijin knelt down on the ground. He touched those mantras with his fingertips. The black mantras were not affected at all. They entangled Murong Fei, covering Murong Fei with a heavy evil and dead energy. .

He had never seen this kind of incantation before, something flashed through his mind, but he didn't recall it because his emotions were too tense at this time, he held Murong Fei's wrist and called "Your Highness".

But his Highness couldn't hear him, the face of the person on the bed was as pale as paper, Lin Sijin was holding Murong Fei's wrist, there was no red line there, and the soul bond on his body was not connected, it was obvious that it was connected the day before.

Lin Sijin was engulfed by endless negative emotions, he drowned in it and couldn't breathe, the warmth in his eyes almost fell, he held Murong Fei's wrist, and all kinds of voices came from his ears.

There is only one cognition that is clearly stuck in his heart.

——It was he who killed His Highness.

Lin Sijin's whole body seemed to have his soul taken away. He didn't stay in the East Palace for too long. He forced himself to calm down, remembered the shapes of those black spells in his mind, and returned to the General's Mansion in a daze.

The sacrificial soul contract failed, so he had to figure out why the little highness had those spells on his body.Lin Sijin could no longer listen to anyone's words. He buried himself in the Zangshu Pavilion and searched through the classics in the Zangshu Pavilion.

He checked all the classics related to the sacrificial soul contract, as well as all kinds of evil spells recorded. He lit the lamp every day until dawn. He was like a puppet with the soul removed. He just wanted to find out the reason and untie it as soon as possible, Your Highness. It would be great if there was a way for him to bear the curse.

Why does his little Highness have to bear these hardships?

For half a month, Lin Sijin was in Zangshu Pavilion every day, Feng Rugao came several times, Fu Heng also came, no one could persuade him.

Lin Sijin's current cultivation level is not as good as before. If he is tough, it will be extremely troublesome, and if he is soft, there will be no trouble at all.

He has been tense for half a month, and his eyes are almost blind. For several days, double images appeared. He blinked, suppressed the double images and continued to read the classics.

Lin Sijin also sent someone to inquire, but Fu Heng had nothing to do with him, so he sent his subordinates to various cities, but found nothing about the evil spell.

This part seems to be completely erased, leaving a blank in the history of immortality.

In the end, Shou Que went to persuade the person, but Shou Que didn't say anything, and brought a jug of wine over. The two of them drank the wine, and Lin Sijin got drunk behind him, and fell asleep lying on the table.

The young man's side face was exquisite, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyebrows were tightly knit, and his eyelashes could not hide the exhaustion, and he lost a lot of weight in just a few dozen days.

Shou Que looked at the person from the opposite side, touched the young man's cheek with his fingertips, and his fingertips were covered with warmth. For a moment, he felt that it would be good to be by his side all the time.

So good that he was able to make him forget about his revenge career, the emotions were all tied to one person.

The side hall was quiet, the twelve figures around Shou Que loomed, they were hidden in the black mist, Yaoyue Xian appeared with a sigh in his voice.

"Master, we have been here for a long time. Lin Fuheng has already found us a few days ago. It is not the best policy to stay any longer."

"Chixie's side is ready, just waiting for the master's order to guarantee that the fifty cities in the three thousand generations... will all become a sea of ​​blood."

At that time, not to mention Lin Fuheng, even if the Dao of Heaven manifests itself in the world, it will not be able to save these thousands of living beings.

Before Shou Que opened his mouth, there seemed to be an empty hole in his heart. The hole was still open. He didn't know what he was waiting for. He let go of his fingertips, and the young man at the table held his fingers softly.

He also yelled something in a low voice, the voice was too soft for him to hear clearly.

The twelve streaks of black mist dissipated around them, and they worshiped the evil gods. In addition to the absolute force value suppression, they also had absolute reverence and loyalty.

Shou Que didn't believe in fate at that time, all the prophecies were man-made, he thought so at that time, until he never let his subordinates take action.

On a day that couldn't be more ordinary, the sun was shining brightly, and evil curses broke out in the twelve main cities of the three thousand generations at the same time.

The main city was ravaged by evil curses, but in just one day, the main city was completely sealed off, layers of black mist shrouded the city, and a touch of blood red appeared at the end of the sky. A new chapter in the struggle.

As the head of the monks, Fuheng led the envoys to come forward, and Gusu was not spared. When Sanqianshi was in trouble, Fuheng handed over Gusu to him, and he was ordered to go to the twelve main cities of Sanqianshi to fight with a group of people. Elders discuss countermeasures.

Before leaving, Fu Heng only left a word, telling him to watch the gate carefully.

It was also at this time that Lin Sijin finally knew the true face of the evil curse.

The evil curse infected by His Highness is the evil curse that is raging for three thousand generations today.

Lin Sijin had no time to find a countermeasure in the future, and now faced a new choice.Now in Gusu, everyone who is infected with evil curses will be killed. He and Feng Rugao Shouque have killed many evil spirits on the battlefield.

His little highness has already grown fangs, Feng Rugao and Fuheng's subordinates all hold the same opinion.

——That is to let him kill Murong Fei with his own hands.

"His Royal Highness has grown fangs, not to mention that he is now in the shape of a humanoid ninth-level monster recorded in the records. He is now in the East Palace..."

"The inner city is set up in the main city, and we have kept all the evil spirits out, so we have the short-term peace we have today. If the evil curse spreads in the inner city, then our Gusu will be destroyed without attack, and we will end up like Chi Luo City."

"Young master, think twice, now that the human race is in danger, how can a little love shake the overall situation?"

Lin Sijin broke up with his subordinates, and he went to the East Palace. Now the East Palace has become deserted. At first, there were people serving him around.

Only Chun Yu was left, making meals for His Royal Highness every day, but His Highness could no longer eat those cooked foods.

When Chun Yu met Lin Sijin, he didn't say anything. When natural disasters spread, those with strength have the right to speak. The so-called kingship and emperor fell apart in an instant. Now they are just fish and meat under the knife.

Lin Sijin had never ordered anyone to clean the hall, and now it was a bit deserted. When he stepped into the hall, he saw people bound by chains.

The evil spell suppressed Murong Fei's sick bones and made him healthy. At the same time, it was gradually devouring his mind. Those eyes became cold and full of animalism, and gradually lost their warmth when looking at him.

Murong Fei is often unconscious, and now when he is unconscious, he still has human nature, but he has become moody and violent, and his possessive desire for him has reached its peak.

When he stepped into the main hall, the chains collided with each other and made a dull sound. Murong Fei came in front of him, with blush in his eyes, he pushed him against the door frame with a cold voice.

"Where have you been?"

Lin Sijin was cold-hearted outside, but she couldn't break down when she was here with Murong Fei. She would tell Murong Fei everything, and if she was wronged, it would be magnified thousands of times. At this time, she threw herself into Murong Fei's arms, and tears immediately burst out.

He didn't speak, Murong Fei just hugged him, supported his waist with fingertips, licked away his tears clumsily with his barbed tongue, bit by bit his neck with his fangs.

Murong Fei's voice was slightly lowered, and she found that the lick was not clean, so she wiped his tears with the palm of her hand, "Why are you crying, Gu never blamed you."

Hearing this, his heart became even more panicked, he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe, Lin Sijin was still holding someone, and was picked up after a while, Murong Fei carried him to the tea table, put him on, and gave him Look at what you make.

Those are a pair of eyeballs, made according to Murong Fei's eyes, carved by Murong Fei herself, they look lifelike, like real human eyes.

Lin Sijin's wrist was held, and Murong Fei held his wrist to touch his eyeballs. When he touched it, it seemed that there was still warmth.

The eyeballs will also turn around with the subtle changes of spiritual power, as if they are real.

Lin Sijin looked at the eyeballs, he was attracted attention, and was embraced by Murong Fei, who touched his eyelids with the corner of her lips, and stuffed the eyeballs into his palm.

"Give it to me?" Lin Sijin's voice was still a little hoarse, and he did not let go of his eyeballs.

Murong Fei took the eyeballs away again, "It's not finished yet."

They slept together at night, Lin Sijin didn't care that the East Palace was empty and deserted, he took warmth from Murong Fei's arms, and he didn't care that the person next to his pillow might turn into a demon and bite his neck.

He was even thinking, if that was the case, he could die with His Royal Highness.

However, his little Highness bit his tongue and was reluctant to touch him. He would only hold him tightly in his arms and rub the back of his neck, leaving shallow tooth marks there.

"Xiao Jin, if one day I'm gone...you know what to do."

Murong Fei lowered her voice a little, touched the young man's face with her fingertips, it was rare to be able to sleep so peacefully in his arms, she was clearly right in front of her eyes, yet the distance seemed unattainable.

He leaned over and touched the tip of the young man's ear with the corner of his lips, as he had done countless times.

"You have to live well for me."

Lin Sijin's eyelashes trembled, he clenched Murong Fei's fingertips tightly, and heard the little highness whispering in his ear, shrank in Murong Fei's arms, and got into Murong Fei's arms, unwilling to let go .

He would come to the East Palace every now and then, and sometimes he would bring things over and make things with his little Highness. Sometimes the little Highness would go crazy and bite him, only daring to bite him lightly. All the bites on his body were tooth marks, like Make a mark in general.

After being reprimanded by him, he went to reflect on it. His little highness made his own things in the East Palace every day, and the doll was finally made in winter.

It was a puppet that was exactly the same as Murong Fei, except that the hair had turned black. The puppet Murong Fei had the perfect face of His Highness before, without His Royal Highness's natural sick bones, and his body was healthy and complete.

That day was the Lantern Festival, Murong Fei finished carving dolls, and made lanterns with Lin Sijin, he went out wearing chains to set up the lanterns, and made a bowl of red bean porridge for Lin Sijin himself.

It was rare to be awake all night. When he left, Murong Fei kept watching at the Nagato Palace until the figure completely disappeared at the end.

Sometimes Murong Fei wondered, if he had a healthy body, would he and Lin Sijin be able to go farther.

Then he was thinking that the suffering he had endured was actually nothing, and he would rather suffer more, hoping that all the misfortunes would fall on him, and that Lin Sijin could live a safe and happy life.

Meeting in this life is already a blessing accumulated in the previous life, he is still greedy...hoping to meet again in the next life.

Murong Fei changed into the fox fur she wore in winter, just like the day they first met, when he just glanced at the window.

The young man was kneeling outside his hall, and when he saw him, he blushed without knowing why. He would carefully call him His Highness, and when he fell asleep, he would tug at the hem of his clothes unwilling to let go.

Now that the spring is over, he and the boy are also going to part.

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During Yuanhe January, Murong Fei committed suicide in the East Palace.When he died, he held a stack of letters in his arms, all written in brocade.

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