Ink has become a book

"It's impossible for me to be your bride." Bright red blood flowed down his cheeks, and Mo Wushang stood where he was, with a smile on his pale face.

The whole body of the person opposite was shrouded in black mist, and the charming voice was somewhat seductive: "Really? My sister is so beautiful, you are not tempted?" Dressed in a fair-skinned woman, Mo Wushang breathed a little harder and said, "I thought a person like you would not wear clothes."

The woman in black smiled, raised Mo Wushang's chin with her right hand, and said in a weak tone, "Miss Mo still stares at me if you think so," she pressed her lips to Mo Wushang's ear, "Do you like me?" ah."

Mo Wushang's face turned red in an instant, she wanted to back off, but a force restrained her: "Wu Shang is not good~"

Mo Wushang could only close his eyes, and the woman in black let out an imperceptible sigh, and said faintly, "Wushang is disobedient, so let me make an agreement with you."

"What agreement?" Mo Wushang felt that the other party might be too idle.

A black mist appeared on the fingertips of the woman in black, which turned into a scroll again. Looking at Mo Wushang who was eager to try, she smiled and said, "Try it? The devil's promise. I won't break it for a hundred years. I heard that you like that person named Song Wuxin." , she has transformed into a system. I want to bring back the successor of the gods. By the way, there is also that funny little guy named Mo Yicheng. After a hundred years, if Ruan Moshu can really become a god, I will let you go. If not, how about you being my bride?"

Mo Wushang couldn't understand that the other party could kill her with a wave of his hand, but he made a promise but was obsessed with letting her be her bride. To sum it up in one sentence: This person is sick, very sick.

But she still made this agreement with the other party, she must be crazy 0.0

The other party's hand brushed her face, with a shallow sigh: "I'm sorry, Wushang." The voice was too soft, and Mo Wushang suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he raised his head to listen carefully, but only saw a black mist Dispersed, that person disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the wound on her face, she almost wanted to kill that person, but she couldn't beat her ╮(￣▽￣")╭ It seems that I can't see her for a few days people.

It turned out that the wound didn't heal in a few days, but it wouldn't heal in a hundred years!

The moment Song Wuxin took off the mask, time seemed to stand still. After a long time, Mo Wushang heard her trembling voice asking: "Does it hurt?"

Mo Wushang couldn't express how he felt in his heart, he just felt familiar, as if she had heard someone say this to her before.

Song Wuxin carefully looked at the scar, and after a closer look, she also felt familiar. Finally, her expression changed, she took a step back, and her deep voice echoed in the space: "She's back, she came to you Yes, it's her, why her?"

Mo Wushang realized that something was wrong, she went to pull Song Wuxin's hand to ask her what's wrong, but she saw Song Wuxin left the main god's space very quickly, as if she saw some monster, Mo Wushang was startled, and the familiar figure behind him Surrounded by breath, a deep voice sounded:

"Wu Shang, I'm here." Let me show you the truth of the matter, will you think of me, the most important person ever?

While everyone in the soul space was in fear, Ruan Moshu also faced a test.

System 001: Hello host, from today onwards, I will serve you instead of 24, leave this world one day later, and enter the next world, and each world after that will erase your memory, including Master Mo Yicheng's memory, Do you have any questions?

Ruan Moshu said coldly: "What happened to Mo Wushang?"

System 001 was about to speak when a voice from the soul space came: Warning!warn!This matter involves top secrets, and the leaker will be rebuilt.

System 001 shivered, obviously frightened by the re-engineering.

Ruan Moshu raised his eyebrows. It seems that Mo Wushang is in trouble, so he can only rely on her ╮(￣▽￣")╭

The 001 system said faintly: "There are still 23 hours, 59 minutes and 19 seconds left for the next world strategy."

Ruan Moshu: ...

Mo Yicheng: ...

Well, the system is honest and they are happy with it.

The author has something to say: Happy New Year to everyone ↖(^ω^)↗(=??｀=)