Rebirth: Offensive and Defensive

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Not so long ago, those black eyes were tenderly filled with deep love, but everything was burnt to ashes by her out of control and her bàonuè.Jian Wei then took a few steps back and questioned with sobs: "He said that since the operation, you have replaced Chen Mo, you..." Hearing this, Chen Mo stopped struggling, held back the pain that was about to dizzy, and spit out a sentence intermittently : "Jane, Jian Weiran, who do you love?"

However, the pursed lips did not utter a single word.Chen Mo has never resented his own weakness so much: he is like a mustard seed, toyed with by fate. Before rebirth, he could not get love and finally lost his life. After rebirth, he still repeated the same mistakes, and even became like this..."This is fate What..." He murmured repeatedly, raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously, showing a smile with unknown meaning, and the violent breath flowed slowly.

Perhaps feeling the threat, Li Laodao squinted his eyes, and quickly squeezed a trick with his hands in the wide sleeves. For a moment, the blue light was shining, and the chains seemed to be burning, and they shrank fiercely, as if they wanted to wring Chen Mo off. bones.Not paying attention to the Youlan chain that was getting tighter and tighter, Chen Mo spoke for the last time, as if he didn't feel any discomfort, he said very clearly and smoothly: "Jian Weiran, I just love you, Chen Mo."

"Kongtong Questions and Answers" said: "People's fakes are demons, the nature and spirit of things are Jing, and the souls of people are ghosts. The heaven and the earth are obedient, and suddenly there are very strange things. The gods are not right. Heretics." Humans are the most vulnerable creatures, once they go astray, they have no heart at all.A faint red light surged from Chen Mo's body who was trapped on the ground, and the chains actually melted slowly, remaining on the floor as wreckage like melting ice.Standing up slowly, looking at Li Laodao who kept retreating, Chen Mo gently opened his red lips: "Death."

Jian Weiran looked at Chen Mo whose aura had changed drastically, and suddenly felt empty in her heart.Looking at Li Laodao again, there was only a tattered Taoist robe limp on the floor, as if something alive was wriggling under the clothes.Where is there any Taoist priest, it is clearly a fox with gray hair and white eyebrows.The fox lay on the ground dying, gasped hoarsely, and never moved again.She hurriedly turned her head to look at Chen Mo, only to find that she was holding a small pink stone in her hand.For some unknown reason, Jian Weiran ran towards her, but she was still a step late.

There was a red streamer on the fingertips, and the powder stones spun along with it, and then began to shatter from the center, falling debris one after another.A wisp of black smoke rose, wrapped around Chen Mo's heart, and finally faded and disappeared.Those unreconciled love and nostalgia were no match for Wuqing after all, and were destroyed by Chen Mo himself.

Chen Mo pressed Jian Weiran on the bed without mercy, and Chen Mo, whose arms and neck were covered with red patterns, looked at her pain and confusion indifferently, and said in a frivolous tone: "I want you."

At the same time, in the heaven world, on a certain bed, a certain woman put on a black robe, rubbed her sleepy eyes and complained impatiently to the person wrapped in the quilt: "You want me to clean up the mess again!"

The author has something to say: Passionate but ruthless, always throwing away for love

[I will carefully read every comment from readers, and I will also consider making some changes based on the suggestions, but these changes will be placed after the end, please forgive me, Sahuahua]

Chapter 34**

"Is that why you want me?" Asked silently from the bottom of her heart, and closed her eyes resignedly, Jian Weiran no longer resisted.Everything that happened today completely overturned her world view, it turned out that there really are monsters in the world.So what is the person who is now pressing himself down on the bed and holding his hands tightly? Chen Mo stopped his movements, seeming to understand her confusion, and looked at Jian Weiran quietly: "I am Chen Mo .” Then he kissed deeply.Feeling the soft lips sticking to her own, Jian Weiran subconsciously began to struggle, a pang of pain, blood beads slipped across the corner of her mouth, as if to punish the resistance of the people under her, Chen Mo directly bit her lip.

Impatiently tearing off Jian Weiran's coat, and regardless of the fact that the room temperature was never warm, just looking at the faintly visible green curves under her sweater, Chen Mo felt extremely hot, and a small flame rushed straight up, turning the already almost All lost sanity was burned to ashes.Although Chen Mo had lived for 25 years in his previous life, he had no experience in this area. He blushed with embarrassment after reading a few novels at most. He reached into the sweater restlessly and caressed her waist. "Hmm...you, you..." She started with a faint groan, and Jian Weiran hurriedly closed her mouth, only to find that Chen Mo had made a silk ribbon at some point, and her hands had been bound.Shame mixed with sadness, feeling the disturbed hand slowly move up her waist, Jian Weiran, who was distraught and confused, became tense, and her limp body stiffened suddenly. "Tsk!" Chen Mo stood up angrily, looked at the person who turned his head and twisted his head, lifted up her sweater, and kissed her sensitive waist.The tip of the tongue draws circles repeatedly, and the teeth are also gently rubbed together, making a blushing voice resound in a low voice.Originally, his eyes were red, and Chen Mo, who was indifferent and irritable, gradually relaxed his strength after hearing Jian Weiran's sobbing voice, and a strange emotional vortex also surged in his heart.Delicate skin is the best thirst quencher, and you can't get enough of it.Satisfied with the pink traces sucked by him, Chen Mo, who regained his senses, raised his head, fixedly looked at Jian Weiran's moist eyes, no longer frivolous before, and said affectionately: "Of course, what should I do? Broken emotions and desires, I still love you."

Looking at Chen Mo whose eyes were full of undisguised desire and love, Jian Weiran, who had been teased long ago and her face was full of pink, stretched out her untied hands and wrapped them around Chen Mo's neck without hesitation: "Chen Mo, no matter how you become Whatever it is, it will always be Chen Mo, whom I love." Hearing this, Chen Mo only felt that the part of his heart that was still bleeding was gradually healed, and tears flowed down slowly: "We finally..."

When the last barrier broke through, Chen Mo couldn't help kissing Jian Weiran's tears, swallowing all her pain, slowed down his movements, and became more gentle.

The red candles are dimmed and the tents are lingering all night.

At dawn, a woman wearing a black dragon pattern robe appeared in the room.She looked at the two huddled together on the bed, frowned coldly, and pointed casually, and the gray fox and the tattered robe that had stopped breathing were instantly reduced to ashes.Feeling the incomparable power, Chen Mohong's eyes darkened, he turned over and got out of bed, looked at the person vigilantly, and a red flame ignited in his hand: "What are you going to do again?!"

Following a flash of white light, with a "thump", he covered his heart, and took a few steps back. Chen Mo fell to sit on the edge of the bed. On his chest, it was clearly a silver knife, which was deeply pierced.

"Hahaha..." He knelt down on the ground before, his heart was cold, Chen Mo couldn't help laughing lowly, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

The hoarse laughter dissipated like fireworks, without being heard.

Jian Weiran jumped forward trembling all over: "Chen Mo!"

The author has something to say: The road of life is as long as a dream

Chapter 35 The end

Impatiently looking at Jian Weiran, who was crying heart-piercingly, the mysterious woman held her forehead weakly: "She's not dead, why are you crying!" Hearing this, Jian Weiran looked over with tears in her eyes, and saw the tear in Chen Mo's heart. The knife had disappeared, and through the torn clothes, only a little blood and a wound less than a finger wide could be seen. "If the inner demon is not extinct, hum..." The woman was about to continue, but suddenly stopped, as if she was listening attentively, she waved her sleeves, turned around a few steps, and gradually disappeared.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, and the waves in his eyes seemed to wrinkle a pool of spring water.Jian Weiran couldn't care less about the tears all over her face, "Chen Mo!" The next moment, the two embraced tightly.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Mo turned his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Of course, I'll tell you everything." Jian Weiran looked at her deeply, not caring about her strange eyes, and replied firmly: "good."

Language is the most powerful thing, it can be as gentle as the wind, as cold as ice, can kill or save lives.There was no need for gorgeous rhetoric, and the truth was told with a slightly trembling voice. No one knew how much courage Chen Mo used to be able to confess everything, so that when he finished the last sentence, his face was pale.