Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 2713 The First Sight (9)

"Okay...don't want to, sleep well."

She didn't know what he cared about, coaxing him while being sleepy.

"Go to sleep, dear."

"..." Jiang Ning was silent and did not make a sound.

He just hugged her quietly.

She patted him lightly, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "In short... there is a fate between us..."

"Maybe, it's fate..."

Jiang Ning quietly recalled the dream just now.

He wanted to answer, but unfortunately, the content of the dream was too fragmented, and he still couldn't sort it out.

Unable to answer, he could only hum softly.

After a while, the breathing of the person in his arms gradually became even, and he rubbed unconsciously again.

Just like her in the dream, heartless and ignorant.

Jiang Ning pinched her face and sighed softly.

"Silly girl."

Fortunately, I met him.

Fortunately, she is safe and sound and has not been injured.

He hugged her tightly, lost in thought.

For a long time.

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"My lord, that little demon from hell is making trouble again."

Under the old and towering peach trees, the petals fall lightly, and the breeze blows the Buddha.

The God of Medicine is dressed in green clothes and a red net coat, with white hair and a vicissitudes of beard.

He was hunched over, sitting on a soft cushion, with a sad expression on his face.

He was so worried that even the green leafy grass growing on his head fell down, listless.

The peach blossoms fell from the tree and fell on his white hair.

The warm sun was shining on the ground, and he played chess with his pieces, but his mind was not on the chessboard.

As soon as a piece was placed, the situation on the chessboard changed.

The God of Medicine was at a disadvantage.

Opposite him, the unparalleled son of a god, with slightly curved jade-white finger bones, fell into the chess donkey.

Twist a bright sunspot and lightly tap it.

Take it easy.

"you lose."

The young master's voice was gentle and calm, the snow-colored fingertips were slightly loose, and the sunspot fell back into the chess set.

There is a wind blowing, gently shaking the petals and leaves falling on the ground.

The peach fragrance is all over the sky, as if even the chessboard is also stained with such a quiet and elegant taste.

deserted.

The pink of peach blossoms cannot catch the warm and flawless whiteness of his sleeves.

His brows are clear and elegant, and his purple eyes are deep and faint.

The God of Medicine with a sad face finally returned his attention to the chessboard, "Ah...yes, the little one lost again..."

If you don't focus on the game, you will naturally lose.

He clasped his hands and lowered his head, "The chess skills of adults are superb, and it is really hard for small ones to match."

The cold and refined god lowered his lingering eyelashes, calm and gentle, "It's just a moment of luck."

Neither arrogant nor impetuous, he never takes it for granted.

"If you have something on your mind today, you will inevitably be careless."

"It seems..."

"That little demon is indeed a bit naughty."

God understands that Yu Wuxia's hand landed on the chessboard and put away the chess pieces.

His brows are light and his tone is as gentle as a spring breeze.

Upon hearing this, the God of Medicine immediately opened the gate, and vomited bitterly, "Yes, my lord, that little demon—"

"That little demon wasn't naughty at all, she did it on purpose!"

Finally able to confide, the God of Medicine wished to count all the crimes of that monster, no matter how big or small.

"A few days ago, she ran into my temple, and not only used illusion to turn into a handsome boy to tease my medicine boy, but also... coaxed my medicine boy to hand over all the fairy medicines left in the temple to me. Come out!"

"All the medicine boys in my temple were played around, the stove was burned down, and the medicinal materials were robbed seven or eight times. That stinky girl even wanted to set fire to my medicine temple—"

The more you talk, the more angry you get, and the more you talk, the more heartbroken you get.

(End of this chapter)