A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Chi Xiao looked attentive, his long eyelashes hung down like a small fan, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his obsidian-like eyes shone brightly in the dim wood room.

Accumulated stones are like jade, and columns are like greenery. Lang Yan is unique and unique in the world.

Shu Ange resisted the tremor in his heart, stretched out his arms, and said with a lively expression: "I'm not hungry, I'm thinking that tomorrow will be Song Yue's revival night. At that time, the Song family should rest early and close the doors and windows, we might as well choose that time to leave."

Chi Xiao nodded without hesitation and said, "Yes, but before I leave, I need to take away the Scarlet Firmament Sword."

Speaking of this, Chi Xiao felt a little melancholy in his heart, but he didn't show it.

His first master was the Emperor Gaozu of the Han Dynasty, and Liu Bang, with the help of Chixiao Daze, angrily cut off the white snake and began his life as an emperor.

Of course Chi Xiao can't remember his style, but the allusion of Gaozu's killing of the white snake has been passed down through the ages, and his successive masters have been proud of this allusion.

Is this something to be proud of? Chi Xiao didn't understand, he only knew that the Song family carefully placed his body in the ancestral hall, and there were restrictions around it.

When he was held by a child to marry Song Yue to the church, Chi Xiao had been watching on the wedding hall.

At that time, the excitement was someone else's, the overwhelming red, like the red stained with blood.

Chi Xiao stood on the wedding hall, looking at the bride like a marionette, bowing two times and three times.

The Song family, under the advice of experts, determined that the magic weapon can ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters, so they used Chixiao to replace Song Yue in the hall, hoping that he could survive the disaster.

Chi Xiao didn't like the Song family, let alone Song Yue, and watched the wedding with a cold eye.

He is just a sword, the sword has no intention, how to bless others.

But now, when looking at Shu Ange's smiling brows, Chi Xiao suddenly wanted to keep guarding her so that she would always smile brightly.

"Will it be dangerous to take the sword?

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Chi Xiao doesn't talk much, and he won't take the initiative to mention danger and trouble. But fortunately, if Shu Ange took the initiative to ask, he would say one or two, and would never hide it.

The moonlight fell on Shu Ange's eyes, and her pupils shone brightly.

Chi Xiao stretched out his slender and fair fingers and held a strand of Shu Ange's long hair. The sword energy flickered gently, as if the long hair was cut off enough and fell into his palm.

Shu Ange opened his eyes wide and looked at him puzzled. Chi Xiao wrapped a thin strand of long hair around his fingers, and he circled it carefully.

The long hair wrapped around Chi Xiao's white fingers, like a special ring.

After he carefully wrapped his hands, he raised his hand, and in his clear eyes, she and the moonlight were reflected.

"Hey, it's gone."

The hair wrapped around Chi Xiao's finger was gone, Shu Ange grabbed his finger, leaned closer to him curiously, and repeatedly rubbed the place where the hair had been wrapped before.

Her warm palms rubbed against Chi Xiao's cold jade fingers. His porcelain-white skin was flawless, like a perfect artwork.

No one has ever touched Chi Xiao like this before, and after his transformation, he was even more lonely than a ghost and wandering in the world.

When she leaned over to hold his fingers curiously, a strange feeling developed in his chest.

Is that the heart, does he also have a heart?

Chi Xiao did not withdraw his fingers, and explained in a gentle manner: "You are injured, I can feel it."

It sounded like a no-brainer, but Shu Ange understood it at once. What he said was that he pointed to her hair, and if she was in danger, he could sense it.

But she was clearly caring about him, why did she just come back like this.

Shu Ange opened his cherry mouth slightly and looked at Chi Xiao, his round eyes were a little silly, like a cat, smart and silly.

She didn't stay stupid for a long time, Shu Ange grabbed Chi Xiao's fingers and said imposingly: "Husband, our husband and wife are advancing and retreating together, and we will be able to leave smoothly!"

"There will be no danger."

Shu Ange vowed to add it, as if they had left Longhe Village.

Chi Xiao leaned over slightly and looked at Shu Ange, his eyes were as quiet as a quiet pool in the night, he held her hand with his backhand, and called out, "Miss."

His voice was as clear as weapons colliding, and listening to Shu Ange's heart trembled.

She called him husband, he called her lady, and a smile overflowed from the corner of Shu Ange's eyes.

In the dim wood room, her scarred face was like a peach blossom blooming in the dark night, fragrant and charming, secretly stunning.

The two held hands, Shu Ange slowly leaned his body into Chi Xiao's arms, he paused, then raised his arms to embrace her.

Her body is so soft, Chi Xiao thought about it, and suddenly came to mind, the master she had followed before.

They are unparalleled heroes outside the world, but when they meet their sweetheart, they can't wait to hold out a heart and spoil them like pearls and jade.

She was petite and delicate in his arms, her scalding body temperature warmed his cold chest, her heart was beating steadily, like his heart beating along with it.

There was a touch of heat on Chi Xiao's body, he stroked her smooth long hair, and his voice was low and warm: "There will be no danger."

He repeated Shu Ange's previous words with a more determined tone.

As soon as the rooster sang the world, the firewood room was deserted. Someone in the kitchen came to hold the firewood. Seeing Shu Ange huddled in a small ball in the firewood stack, he took a few glances and left.

It's been nearly seven days since the young master passed away. Except for Madam Song's sincere sadness, no one else took it seriously.

After all, when Song Yue was alive, he was also a sick seedling who couldn't blow the wind, and it was not a loss to marry a daughter-in-law before he died.

It was the poor young lady who was locked up in the woodshed, and I heard that she was a city person who had studied outside.

It's all fate, the Song family has money, and the daughter-in-law they bought can abuse them at will, and the servants can only listen.

The door of the firewood house opened and closed, and there was a moldy hard steamed bun in front of Shu Ange, who had not eaten for two days.

When the person left, she didn't pretend to be unconscious, opened her eyes and snorted, and stuffed the moldy steamed buns into the corner.

Chi Xiao touched her hair and went out to find food for her.

Today is a big day, so Shu Ange ate more, and after eating, he and Chi Xiao absorbed the spiritual energy together.

At dusk, the resentful old witch, along with two rough women, dragged Shu Ange out of the woodshed and locked her in the place where Song Yue lived.

This was the place where the two entered the bridal chamber, and it was also the place where Song Yue died.

The big red and double happiness characters in the house have been removed, but there are still peanut kernels scattered in the corners.

The old witch twisted Shu Ange's waist, and then took the two rough women to leave, and the door was locked.

There was no light in the room, the sky was dark again, and Song Yue's black and white photos were placed on the table, desolate and desolate.

Shu Ange was not afraid. When the footsteps were far away, she stretched and rubbed her shoulders and said, "This old witch is really bad, and sooner or later she will be punished."

Chi Xiao put his hand on the place where Shu Ange had just been pinched, slowly passed the spiritual energy, and asked in a cold tone, "Does it hurt?"

(Meow, there is no update in the early morning tonight, everyone, don’t wait)