Ink has become a book

"Huh? Sleeping together?" Mo Yicheng's eyes widened, his heart beating non-stop.

An Xin raised her head: "Of course we slept together, but there is no live broadcast at night, and there is no camera in the room, maybe there will be in the future."

Ruan Moshu pulled away Mo Yicheng, who was about to argue, under the camera of the live broadcast.

On live:

Ruan Moshu Fan Group V: No!How can it not be broadcast!

Mo Yicheng Fan Group V: Yes, yes.

Tang Lingxiu Fan Club V: I just want it to be broadcast,

Bai Zizhi Fan Group V: I am very tired.

Jiang Zixin Fan Group V: The Long Night,

Wen Xinyu Fan Group V: Can't sleep.

Ruan Moshu Fan Group V: ↑Sister paper, do you want a date?

Jiang Zixin Fan Group V: [Squint Eyes]

Mo Yicheng Fan Group V: I'm sorry, I'm dragging my family away now.

The secretary looked at the person in front of him in shock.

"Are you bold? I'll make an appointment with you."

Secretary: ...President, if I die, remember to burn incense.

And Ruan Moshu was sitting on the bed with Mo Yicheng, looking at each other silently.

Ruan Moshu looked at Mo Yicheng who was tugging at the hem of his clothes, and smiled slightly: "You go take a bath first."

Mo Yicheng blushed, answered "Mmm", and walked slowly into the bathroom.

Ruan Moshu was lying on the bed, feeling a little headache. Thinking of Mo Yicheng, the headache eased a little. He liked her, no doubt about it.

Ruan Moshu smiled until there was a sound of pain coming from the bathroom, Ruan Moshu walked into the bathroom quickly, Mo Yicheng covered his head, saw her get into her arms, and murmured: "My head hurts." qaq

Ruan Moshu held his breath, bathed the two of them in a daze under the temptation, and hugged Mo Yicheng to the bed. Mo Yicheng frowned and looked like her head was in pain. Ruan Moshu's fingers outlined her face, a little absent-minded , boldly approached slowly, lowered her head and kissed Mo Yicheng's lips, with a milky fragrance on the tip of her tongue, Ruan Moshu's breathing gradually became heavier, her head suddenly ached, she looked at Mo Yicheng who was in love , stroking her head, lying on the bed, the memory roared back.

Ruan Moshu had a dream, a long dream...

"You really want to go, aren't you afraid that Mo Yicheng will be sad?" Dressed in red, with black hair like a waterfall, the woman looked at her a little puzzled.

"Go, have to go." She heard her own voice.

The scene suddenly jumped, she was standing among the stars, an ancient voice came from ancient times, she listened carefully, someone was calling, someone was calling her, he said:

"child."

Ruan Moshu couldn't help but respond.

A transparent soul body appeared in front of her, and the old voice carried a hint of relief: "My child, you are finally here. Do you know that you are the successor of the gods?"

Gods?Battle of the gods?

The other party was obviously asking and answering: "You are the successor of the gods and my child."

your child?

"You are my child, a friend of Heaven."

Heaven?Things became complicated and confusing, Ruan Moshu covered her head in pain, the figure of the black woman flashed across her mind, yes, Song Wuxin, 24, No. 20 letters and the fourth letter, td, is Heaven, 24 is just her But I, I am - Ruan Moshu, the person who likes Mo Yicheng the most.

The scene changed again, this time, it was the past that Ruan Moshu didn't want to think about again.

Bright red blood flowed out, and Ruan Moshu watched Mo Yicheng pull out his heart, and said slowly, "Mo Yicheng has no heart." It never happened.

Song Wuxin's bitter comfort: "Mo Yicheng gave her heart to you, you have to become stronger to defeat him, defeat the gods, and you can save her, do you understand?! The gods have brought her into World, you have to become stronger!"

Mo Wushang asked in a voice: "Ruan Moshu, Wuxin left for you, can you let go, also let Mo Yicheng and our past go, save her, save her? Do you really want to miss your life! "

Ruan Moshu slowly opened his eyes, how could he be willing, how could he be willing to leave?There was a trace of madness in her eyes, until the person in her arms murmured softly: "Mo Shu."

Ruan Moshu hugged the person in his arms: "Well, I'm here."

Mo Yicheng opened his eyes, walked up to her and kissed her habitually: "Sleep for a while~"

Ruan Moshu narrowed his eyes: "Yicheng?"

Mo Yicheng rolled and answered, Ruan Moshu smiled, hiding a knife in his smile: "Have you recovered your memory?"

Mo Yicheng shuddered, pretending to be stupid: "Ah, what memory are you talking about?"

Ruan Moshu laughed, buried in her hair, and whispered, "Yicheng."

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