Chapter 1751 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (100)

I'm afraid that the pen that has absorbed my own malice will become sane again to snatch my body.

After all, his current malice is not killing spirit, loneliness and despair.

It is an obsession with a person.

That sanity only came out for a while, and the process of torturing Bai Weiwei from killing her to liking her took only a few minutes.

If I let my malice come to my senses again, probably at that time.

Bai Weiwei's biggest enemy is not others.

It was him.

Bai Weiwei's face was ignorant and gorgeous, she didn't understand what he said at all, so she took the initiative to kiss him.

Yu Moqian only thought her smell was a seductive poison.

He couldn't help reaching out and touching her hair, deepening the kiss.

This is an illusion, and it cannot be completely degenerated.

He secretly warned himself in his heart, but he couldn't get rid of such a sweet illusion.

Under the cold moonlight, he hugged her slowly, and she obediently lay down in front of him, her hair slipped down between his fingers, his breath became messy and heavy.

And her posture has also changed, from pure to coquettish, every movement is seducing him to keep falling down.

Yu Moqian's pupils were terribly red.

His back was arched, his muscles were tense, and hot sweat was streaming from his brow.

Bai Weiwei's warm breath blew against his ear, "Brother Yu, can I be with you forever?"

Yu Moqian's eyes blurred, his thin lips trembled, and finally he sighed.

"You know, that's what I want."

together forever.

What he wanted was actually this.

In malice he still retains the greatest sense of insecurity.

After all, forever is too long, he is afraid that Bai Weiwei will not like him and leave halfway.

Bai Weiwei laughed softly, "It's no wonder I didn't leave you..."

Her voice became cold, causing Yu Moqian's chest to hurt severely, the confusion in his eyes disappeared instantly, and he quickly looked up.

Only then did I realize that I was still standing in front of the mirror.

And there is no picture on the mirror.

He was sweating and panting.

A mirror can inspire what a person desires and fears the most.

Yu Moqian covered his face with trembling fingers, he just experienced what he wanted most and what he was afraid of.

Get her, lose her.

Yu Moqian's breathing was disordered for a long time before he managed to suppress the discomfort in his chest and let his breathing return to normal.

Yu Sanqian is dead.

Tiandaomen will be in chaos for a while, during this time he will go to another place to live in seclusion with Bai Weiwei.

Yu Moqian put away the mahogany sword, which is one of the treasures of Tiandaomen.

But it's his stuff.

He took it back with a clear conscience.

Yu Moqian's footsteps were still a little weak, he turned around and wanted to leave.

But suddenly thought of something, he stopped and looked back in the mirror.

The mirror also has the effect of prophecy.

Although too complex predictions sometimes make mistakes, but sometimes... they are very accurate.

Yu Moqian stared at the mirror with dull eyes for a long time before reaching out hesitantly to open the ancient mirror again.

There were ripples in the ancient mirror, he pressed his five fingers on the mirror, and asked softly: "Can Yu Moqian and Bai Weiwei be together forever?"

The mirror was silent.

The time span of this question is too long.

So is the mirror incapable of answering?

Yu Moqian didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to be disappointed. Just as his fingers were about to leave the mirror, two words appeared on the mirror.

"cannot."

Yu Moqian's fingers stiffened, his face turned cold.

Not necessarily true.

Mirrors are not necessarily correct.

Yu Moqian convinced himself, but couldn't help asking: "Why?"

Why can't they be together forever.