In the woods, the girl kept running.


    The girl named Mo Li only felt that her mind was blank, and the tears from the corners of her eyes slowly crossed her cheeks. Even if Qian''s hands covered her mouth and nose, the tears still gathered slowly and crossed her fingers


    I don''t know how long she ran. The girl finally stopped somewhere in the jungle.


    Squatting next to a stone, the girl put her arms around her knees, her head buried in her legs, and her skirt was wet with tears.


    Mo Li didn''t know why he was like this.


    I don''t know why I have such a complex mood.


    I clearly want to persuade Mr. Jiang to leave. I''m afraid Mr. Jiang will die because of himself


    But why?


    Why do you run away


    What are you afraid of?


    What are you avoiding


    Why does your heart ache faintly.


    Why do you feel sorry for sister Qingwan


    What kind of mood is this?


    Why isn''t it written in the book?


    "No, Mo Li, you can''t cry... There''s not much time. You have to hurry and inform childe Jiang that it''s dangerous and you can''t sit here anymore."


    The girl wiped a handful of tears. Her cuffs were wet. She stood up slowly and wanted to go to the street market of ethereal city.


    Childe Jiang is going to write poetry. I''m sure I''ll meet childe Jiang there.


    But just as the girl turned around, a plump and beautiful woman holding a white cat appeared in front of the girl.


    At this time, the woman is no longer just an illusion, but really stands in front of Mo Li.


    The real she is more beautiful. The butterfly suit under the moonlight matches the slightly bright jungle, just like a landscape beauty painting.


    Obviously, the woman is just holding a lazy and fat white cat, but the white cat sets off each other with her.


    Rich and pleasant, charming willow waist and intoxicating posture are no better than this.


    The girl subconsciously stepped back two steps, holding a skirt pressing knife that had been removed from the sock ring of her symmetrical thigh.


    This is the only weapon the girl brought out this time.


    "The demon family dances butterflies in the world. I''ve seen sister Moli."


    Holding the white cat, the woman bowed and gave a gift. Her eyes were like silk, with a lot of curiosity and doting.


    "Mo Li won''t let you hurt childe Jiang!"


    Looking at the graceful woman in front of her, Moli clenched her lips and her eyes were firm. Although her appearance was weak, her eyes were firm and incomparable.


    "Oh?"


    Smiling at the ink like scholarly girl in front of her, watching her still holding the half immortal soldier''s dagger in both hands and pointing at herself, the dancing butterfly smiled gently.


    "The half immortal soldier ''inkstone'', the dagger handle adopts a finger bone of ancient gods, and the dagger body adopts the last ink dragon stone in the world. Although it is a dagger, it has no excess murderous Qi. It is more about absorbing the Qi of ink and protecting itself.


    This dagger does the opposite. It is good at defending but not attacking.


    Sister Moli has no choice but to protect herself with this skirt pressing knife, but you want to stop me?


    Not to mention that Moli''s sister is now just Longmen territory. Can we give full play to the power of this "inkstone", even if it is given to Moli''s sister Yuanying territory? Can sister Moli stop me? "


    "Of course not..."


    Mo Li reversed the blade, held the dagger in both hands and stuck it on his neck.


    The sharp blade slightly cut the girl''s delicate skin like snow. The bright red blood like jade beads slowly crossed the white neck and fell down along the ink dagger.


    "Moli knows that your realm is too high. Let alone Moli is Yuanying territory. Even Yupu territory can''t stop you. However, since you need Moli, Moli''s life is a bet!"


    The butterfly''s eyes looked at the girl''s collar stained with blood, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly:


    "Is sister Moli worth it? Just for a man who just met, and this man is still a flower picker? "


    "Mo Li doesn''t want to owe irrelevant people!"


    "Is it that Moli sister doesn''t want to owe irrelevant people, or does he already occupy an important position in Moli sister''s heart?"


    The girl''s eyes shook slightly, her cherry colored mouth opened slightly, and she wanted to say something. It seemed that she wanted to refute, but the kind girl found that she couldn''t speak


    "Let me tell sister Moli."


    Put down the white cat in your arms and the dancing butterfly approached slowly step by step.


    When the butterfly moves closer, Mo Li takes a step back.


    "First of all, why does sister Moli cry? Why did you run away? Mingming''s favorite Qingwan sister is right in front of her, but why doesn''t Moli sister dare to meet her? "


    The butterfly walked out slowly word by word, like a demon whispering.


    "Because sister Moli has fallen in love with him. Yes, this kind of love is unreasonable. Maybe it''s because of sister Moli''s word.


    Maybe it''s because Mo Li''s sister sees very few men, but this man is so different and has a good skin bag.


    It may also be because he spent the afternoon and evening with Mo Li''s sister.


    More likely, as a flower picker, he not only didn''t start with Moli''s sister, but wrote down the medical prescription. This contrast tenderness brought Moli''s sister great favor.


    But anyway, at least Moli''s sister has fallen in love with him now.


    But what Mo Li''s sister didn''t expect was that the man her favorite Qingwan sister liked was the same person as her own.


    And he loves his best Qingwan sister.


    Is Moli jealous? Does the man you don''t want to like like like her girls?


    Of course, this may be true. After all, is the word "love" always selfish?


    But this is not necessarily true.


    Because in Mo Li''s sister''s heart, even if he likes Qingwan sister, he can also like himself.


    Indeed, it''s normal for a man to have three wives and four concubines. He can''t only like one person, nor can he only marry one person.


    But why did Mo run away from his sister?


    Because Mo Li''s sister is afraid.


    Afraid, what if he doesn''t like himself?


    I''m afraid that Qingwan''s sister will not allow him to like himself. Will he be unhappy when he marries himself, and will he lose Qingwan''s friendship.


    So in order not to fall deeper, Mo ran away from his sister. "


    The girl has retreated to a stone, her thin back is close to the cool Boulder, and the dagger in her hand is still shaking, but listening to her word by word, the girl''s mind is in chaos.


    The dancing butterfly gently brushed the girl''s ink hair, held the catkin on the girl''s white and tender wrist, and gently put down the girl''s arm holding the dagger.


    "However, these are not what Mo Li''s sister fears most.


    Seeing her sister Lin''s desperate and brave pursuit of her own happiness, daring to love and hate, sister Moli took her place. However, sister Moli knew she was not sister Lin.


    Can sister Moli be the same as Lin Qingwan?


    Will Moli''s sister''s grandfather marry his precious granddaughter, the most important and only blood of Longmen sect in the future, to a member of the demon sect? Not to mention a flower picker?


    This is impossible, because Mo Li''s sister knows this, so she ran away?


    Before you sink deeper and deeper.


    Sister Moli... Am I right? "


    Along the girl''s wrist, the butterfly easily took the dagger in the girl''s hand.


    The half immortal soldier seemed to resist, but in the twinkling of an eye, he was suppressed by the dancing butterfly and skillfully lay in the palm of the woman''s hand.


    "But sister... It''s too late.


    You have fallen in love with him... "