The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 1198 Extra Story [-]
Xiahou Yihan was born surrounded by golden light, and he was named a prince since he was a child, and he never suffered.

He is diligent in martial arts and prefers to take risks.

In the memory of the later generations for more than ten years, he never regretted the little girl who broke into the psychedelic forest of the Valley of the Wind when he was in high spirits when he was a young man.

When I dream back at midnight, that scene will still appear, just like yesterday.

He still remembered that he slept all night and found a thick tree trunk, and when he opened his eyes again, he found the woman from the depths of the forest.

That woman has a beautiful appearance, but she has no spiritual power all over her body.

He couldn't help but look at her curiously, based on how she broke into this psychedelic forest as a woman without spiritual power, or because she was too high-level to hold back her aura.

Just as he was about to go down and tease her, he realized that a fourth-rank green pig had already set his sights on her.

Xiahou Yihan forgot what kind of mentality he had at the beginning, and rescued her from the pack of wolves. He is not a nosy person.

Maybe it's because she looks good, maybe it's because of her tough temper.

Maybe—it was fate.

The teasing and teasing at the beginning was faintly tempting.

In fact, he and Qi Jinghuan are somewhat similar, as long as one's heart is determined, even if the heartbeat is subtle, it's just a little bit, but if it moves, it will move.

So he took that little bit of excitement and went to Jinlin Country to propose marriage.

He knew Qi Jinghuan's identity long ago, and knew that he was a formidable rival, but he was still one step behind him.

Until he appointed the emperor, broke with Xie Wanrong, and hid in the cold mountains, he still learned from the gods that Xie Wanrong had fallen asleep.

Xiahou Yihan looked at Mo Xie who was standing on the top of the iceberg, and he moved the corners of his lips: "I want to see her."

Mo Xie turned around and glanced at him, smiling evilly, he turned over and said, "What's the difference between seeing and not seeing, boy, I understand your mood."

A hint of loneliness flashed across Mo Xie's slightly narrowed eyes, and his thoughts became farther away, tracing back to the memory hidden deep in his heart. Mo Xie smiled softly, and in the cold wind of thousands of miles, he said in a lonely voice: "Boy, I That's how I came here, but I'm not as hurt as you are."

It doesn't hurt to say it, but he also survived for thousands of years, and he also thought that she had gone to sleep forever.

The former Mo Xie was also the candidate to be the Emperor. I am afraid that Qing Wan will never know that this Emperor was abandoned by himself. She thought that he had been chasing the position of Emperor, but she knew that he had also chosen it. gave up.

Only then, he had already lost her.

Xiahou Yihan stood there stunned. He had never seen Mo Xie with such an expression before. He smiled, nodded indulgently, and let the cold wind blow in the cold mountains: "Yeah, what does it matter if you see it or not?" The difference is just adding to the sadness."

Maybe he will have to sleep for hundreds of years before he can forget the past.

Xiahou Yihan suddenly remembered something, "Mo Xie, after all these years, haven't you met someone who makes your heart flutter?"

Mo Xie's eyes darkened, and his voice was low: "Meet it."

When he woke up from the coffin, he met.

At that time, he had no memory of Feng Qingwan, and his heart was completely blank, but the moment he saw Xie Wanrong, he thought, this girl is his, it must be his, so he pestered her.

What he met was Xie Wanrong, not Feng Qingwan.

But he was too late. He originally thought that the Demon Lord approached her because she seemed light, but when he knew the truth, he felt that fate was very ridiculous.

"Then where is she?" Xiahou Yihan asked.

Mo Xie looked into the distance lightly, and said very lightly: "She doesn't like me, and I don't want to pester her. Over the years, the best thing I've learned is to let go."

(End of this chapter)