After attacking the tyrant, I held the wrong thigh

Chapter 82 The real heroine

Yang Xing followed behind Yang Yue.

She was dressed in a colorful tulle skirt and a pair of light blue eyes, shining innocently under the lively fireworks.

At a young age, her skin is as white as jade, her eyes are big and bright, and she is more delicate than any doll she has ever seen.

Even Jing Xu was thinking that his current appearance might not be as good as hers.

Yang Yue is so beautiful, wherever she passes by, everyone is looking at her fixedly.

Even when she passed by, she would unconsciously get out of the way, just like meeting a fairy who was afraid that her filth would stain the elegant fairy.

"Sister Yue'er, please slow down." Yang Xing finally caught up and grabbed him gently and carefully.

He is obviously the most rebellious age, but he looks at Yang Yue more carefully than any servant.

As the first son of the Yang family, the older sister is still the emperor's concubine, so doting on a younger sister who has no blood relationship, the whole Yang family probably loves Yang Yue so much.

too.

Who wouldn't love a bright moon, so beautiful and bright.

Jing Xu lowered his eyes, wanting to turn his head away from looking at Yang Yue.

At this time, a pair of immature and white hands suddenly grabbed his sleeves.

"Sister is so cute, she can't compare to the moon in the sky." Yang Yue looked at her with bright blue eyes, smiling and surprised.

Jing Xu's eyes moved lightly, and he let out a low voice, and froze in place, not knowing what to say.

"Sister is really cute." Yang Xing, who was standing on the side, also said with a smile, but more eyes were still focused on Yang Yue.

It seems that Yang Yue just praised herself by the way.

Jing Xu came back to his senses, and said softly: "You are also very cute, like a bright moon, and born like a fairy."

"Hee hee, which family does my sister belong to? Can I be friends with you?" Yang Yue grabbed her sleeves and didn't intend to let go.

Jing Xu refused in her heart, but judging from her heart and her appearance, she really did not have any malice.

She even could see that Yang Yue had a heart for the world and was a woman with great love.

Absolutely no ordinary people.

But the more excellent and harmless Yang Yue is, the more worried and frightened she is in her heart.

She was afraid that after Jing Yu saw Yang Yue, he would no longer like her like he did now.

I won't let her mess around anymore.

"I..." Jing Xu grasped it with a pair of small hands, her heart throbbing in pain, she didn't want to tell her.

At this time, Xuan Shuo, who had been standing behind Jing Xu watching the play, picked him up.

"Sorry, we live a little far away, I'm afraid we won't be able to communicate frequently." Xuan Shuo's voice was very cold.

Yang Yue raised her head and looked at Xuan Shuo, her shocked eyes froze.

"Okay...so beautiful brother, even better than brother Jingmo..." Yang Yue exclaimed.

Jing Xu's breathing stagnated slightly, Jing Mo?
The hero and heroine knew each other before entering the palace. At her age, is she still a childhood sweetheart?

No wonder the feelings are so deep.

Yang Xing quickly covered her mouth, Jing was a country's surname, even if Jing Mo was just a son, he couldn't call her by her first name.

There was no wave in Xuan Shuo's eyes, for him, he had never seen these people.

No matter how good-looking she is, it's not one ten-thousandth as beautiful as Jing Xu's.

"We're leaving, goodbye." Xuan Shuo left the bridge with Jing Xu in his arms.

Jing Xu lay in Xuan Shuo's arms, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Yang Yue is really outstanding.

Smart as a deer, beautiful as a fairy, kind as a rough jade, and passionate as a fire.

This kind of her is the standard match for a heroine, and the aura and characteristics of a heroine are fully reflected in Yang Yue.

It's not a disguise, it's not a white lotus, it's a kind and generous heroine in the true sense.

"Xuan Shuo, if one day I die, will you remember me?" Jing Xu asked sullenly, lying on his chest.

Xuan Shuo's footsteps paused slightly, surrounded by lively crowds of people coming and going, even the fireworks exploded into the sky at this moment.

"Wow! Fireworks!"

"Wow! Blue fireworks!"

"Haha, it's so beautiful."

The crowd was a riot, they were happy and joyful.

"No, because you won't die." Xuan Shuo's voice seemed to be scattered in the wind.

But she lay on his chest and heard it clearly.

Jing Xu's eyes were slightly bent, and he replied softly: "Thank you."

Xuan Shuo took her to the higher eaves, to appreciate the fireworks intuitively, and the bustling market was just below her feet.

Bustling and bustling, as well as the fireworks in the world, you can have a panoramic view.

They stand on high places, like gods who are not stained with dust, watching their people grow old, sick and die, ups and downs, laughing and crying.

Sitting like this until the early hours of the morning.

The excitement dissipated, people began to rest, and the streets became empty.

Jing Xu leaned against Xuan Shuo's arms, blowing the summer wind, and fell asleep a long time ago.

After all, she is only a six-year-old child, and her body cannot bear so much fatigue.

Xuan Shuo looked down at the person in his arms who had fallen asleep a long time ago, and took out a blue star stone with faint light from his arms.

After threading the thread, she hung it around her neck. In addition to this, there was also the messenger stone he gave.

When the thing is crushed, he can quickly tell him her location, and he can also teleport over there.

Two beads, one blue and one red, both exude a faint fluorescence.

"Happy birthday, Jing Xu, for thousands of years, forever, and boundless life, I will give you whatever you want from all over the world." Xuan Shuo hugged the soft man, jumped up, and flew into the palace.

In the Princess Palace, Siwen has been standing in the yard waiting.

She didn't feel sleepy at all.

It wasn't until she saw Xuan Shuo descending from the sky with the sleeping Jing Xu in her arms that her heart quietly fell to the ground.

"I've seen Master Spirit Master." Siwen saluted.

Xuan Shuo nodded: "Get up."

Then gently put Jing Xu into her arms: "Siwen, what can you do if you are by her side, the past is past after all."

Such meaningful words made Jing Xu shudder. ,

She raised her head, and the young spiritual master just looked at her peacefully.

It seems that this sentence is just common to him, even he has already seen through everything.

Is this the god altar spiritual master who is above the supreme rule of the Three Kingdoms?
Are they really God's envoys, witnessing the existence of ups and downs in the world?

Siwen calmed down his shock, and then said firmly: "The past is only for the dead, but for the living, who hasn't carried the past?"

"Could it be that Master Spirit Master has not carried the past?"

Unexpectedly, someone would ask him back, Xuan Shuo found it unexpectedly interesting, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

He still sympathized and said, "Gods are different from people, maybe it's a bit unfair, but gods have more privileges than people."

"Just as you humans are above other animals and plants, you have more privileges than them."

"Don't do anything that goes against your own life trajectory. If you make a small mistake, it will be a thousand miles away. When you repent, it will always be too late."


(End of this chapter)