Chapter 1765 God, Kiss Me

Shen Jiuli's body stiffened a little, his heart beat like a drum at this moment, he wanted to push her away: "Xuemo, you..."

"If I take the initiative, it won't be too exciting, God, kiss me..." She whispered on his lips, and then kissed him again with her small mouth...

She pressed the tip of her tongue against his lips, hugged him and kissed him like a bully.

There was a faint fishy-sweet breath in his lips, it was a fishy-sweet breath that he could not swallow in time...

She didn't realize it, she just focused on kissing him.

She pried open his teeth with the tip of her tongue, and danced with him against his tongue...

A typical French kiss, with her leading the way, her kisses were hot and crazy, as if this could warm his cooling lips and restore all vitality to him...

As soon as the kiss was over, she buried her head on his chest, panting slightly.

"Xuemo..." He called her in a trembling voice, as if he had sensed something.

Her little face was buried in his chest, and he could feel the wetness gradually spreading there.

she cried?

He originally raised his palm and wanted to do something, but he stopped when he felt the wetness.

"Stupid, why are you crying?" He forced a smile.

"I'm happy." Her face was still on his chest, and her voice was muffled.

Shen Jiuli breathed a sigh of relief, there is no longer any delay! He raised his hand...

But she groped for his hand, touched his hand and held it tightly, and then pulled it in front of her: "God, I'm sleepy, let me hold it and sleep."

"...Okay!" He responded and let her hold her.

How could he not like the feeling of interlocking fingers?

This was also the last time he held her hand. Naturally, he held it as long as he could.

She was probably really tired and fell asleep quickly, but her sleeping position was obviously very insecure, one hand was holding his hand, and the other hand was still pinching a piece of his clothes...

He looked at her, looked at her with good eyes, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance in his mind...

After a while, he closed his eyes slightly, raised his other hand, and hung it lightly on top of her head, a faint white light shrouded her...

Xuemo, I'm sorry, forgive me for cleaning your memory again.

You forget me, forget this paragraph, you can live better!

You want to be happy, together with my share...to be happy together...

While he was casting the spell, she fell asleep peacefully, and she didn't know what kind of sad dream she had again. There were tears dripping from the corners of her eyes, rolling down one by one...

Shen Jiuli wiped her tears with trembling hands. This was the last time he wiped away tears for her, and there would be no future...

No matter how she cries in the future, he can no longer control her...

Mortals still have an afterlife to look forward to after death, but he is a god, his death will be a real ghost, he will truly disappear between the heaven and the earth, and never exist again.

Xuemo, live well! Live well with our son!

His hand that was wiping away tears for her gradually became transparent, and the charms on his blue robe also began to flash and flow...

He watched as his hands began to disappear inch by inch, and turned into small flowing lights...

Once this sign starts, it will soon disappear as his body cracks like an ice crystal...

After a while, the figure of Shen Jiuli was no longer there, the lotus bud suddenly burst, and mixed with the streamer that was originally rotating inside the bud, this streamer supported Xuemo, like a sympathizer's embrace, caged her and flew out ...