cute baby fairy

Chapter 9 Girl Huaichun, who hasn't had it
Dong Ziyu turned and walked out of the room until he watched her fall asleep peacefully.

In the twilight, the long wooden bridge is like a quiet path leading to the realm of the gods, facing the blue waves of the Luo River, surging with the wind.

The silver light of the crescent moon in the sky burst out, and it was hard to hide his proud fairy appearance.

Her black hair was wrapped in a white ribbon, and she was dressed in a snow-white fairy robe fluttering in the wind. Her handsome features surpassed that of a god, and her cold and aloof misty eyes looked forward without focus, and her dark eyes were full of peace.

"Father... Master, my master fell asleep?"

An Xiaoyu ran over from the edge of the bridge and asked secretly.

"Sleep."

Dong Ziyu replied lightly, and walked to the shore with long legs.

An Xiaoyu followed, only to find that a mysterious person was waiting on the shore at some point.

"Meet Your Royal Highness!"

Seeing Dong Ziyu, the man bowed his hands respectfully, then turned to An Xiaoyu, "Qianhe has seen His Highness."

Dong Ziyu didn't respond, and An Xiaoyu didn't speak either.

Qianhe continued to report in embarrassment: "Just now, the power of magic crystal fragments appeared in Dongyue Palace, and three mortals and one prince died."

Hearing this, a strange look appeared on Dong Ziyu's indifferent face, "Who owns it?"

After waiting for 500 years, it finally appeared again.

"Forgive me for my incompetence. I can't find the person who owns the fragments yet, but the prince who died is the second prince that Emperor Dongyue has always loved. I think the murderer won't be at large for too long!"

"Second prince?"

Dongzi Yujun frowned slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he turned to An Xiaoyu: "Xiaoyu..."

"Father, don't worry, I will take care of my mother, and I will personally send her to your father's house tomorrow. If my mother asks, I will say that Master has gone back to Taixian Mountain to practice in seclusion. Is there anything else you want my son to convey?"

An Xiaoyu tilted her head, her bright eyes were as clear as springs, very much like her mother's appearance when she was a child.

"..."

Dong Ziyu was absent-minded for a moment, then touched her little head, and raised the corner of his mouth lightly, "That's good to say."

"My son respectfully sends my father off."

After An Xiaoyu bowed respectfully, he watched Dong Ziyu's tall fairy body disappear into the white mist...

…………

This night, the clear water is rippling, and the spring breeze is blowing the dream.

In the dream, An Qijiu's porcelain-like skin was looming and twisting wantonly.

The joyful chants were like a pleasant symphony, intertwined in the huge sleeping hall, causing bursts of ripples like water, reverberating in her ears dreamily and dreamily, lingering for a long time.

She tried hard to see the man's face clearly, but her eyes couldn't be opened as if they were covered with super glue. Suddenly, she felt that he greedily wanted her again and again...

"Well……"

As real as dreams are, as passionate as reality is...

An Qijiu was happily doing "Spring, Dream", while pouting her pink and tender lips, she kissed the little milk bag sleeping next to her over and over again...

Finally, the little milk bag can't take it anymore!
"Master said that form is emptiness and emptiness is form, but master, you are too empty! Wake up!"

Space = too colorful!

When An Qijiu was awakened by the shaking, she saw the look of contempt on Xiao Naibao's face...

"An Xiaoyu, what expression do you have, you seem to despise me as a master?"

"..."

"Where's Dong Ziyu?"

Seeing that the little milk bag didn't make a sound, An Qijiu didn't take it seriously, got off the couch, put on her shoes and walked out of the hut like a normal person.

Didn't I just have a spring dream, a girl Huaichun, who wouldn't have it.

(End of this chapter)