Jiuyou Huangfei

Chapter 357 Please Call My Sister

At night, Mu Xiyan left the camp.

In the morning, Mu Xiyan returned to the city and went to a small restaurant on the street to eat something.

The small restaurant faces the street, and she can see the street clearly.

Halfway through the meal, Cang Liuli's team swept in mightily from the city gate, billowing with smoke and dust.

Mu Xiyan raised her head, and saw Prince Yueyao and sharpshooter Yueguang in the team, they followed Cang Liuli step by step, listening to him carefully.

Cang Liuli sat on the Nine Heavens Yunteng Beast, wearing a golden robe and a noble and exquisite crown. Since the day he ascended the throne, she has not looked at him seriously for a long time.

When I saw him today, I found that he had lost the cowardly and inferior temperament of the past, his weird and gloomy temper, his chatter and laughter, and his elegance and dignity, just like a beautiful and glamorous picture scroll, which finally added that rich and colorful stroke .

He was no longer the stubborn young man she had never forgotten after meeting him.

His team had already passed by.

But maybe she was too focused on watching, Cang Liuli suddenly turned her head and glanced at the table where she was.

At that glance, there was a murderous look, as if thousands of swords were fired, and a thousand blades rang together. The heavy sound of gold and stone vibrations echoed in her ears. The sound made her wrists shake uncontrollably, and the tea spilled from the bowl, splashing a table.

She had never seen him look at her with such ferocious eyes. Those eyes only made people feel chilled and frozen. The blood clotted in the blood vessels and became ice balls.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, and the smile slowly overflowing from her lips was no longer gentle.

"Xiaoyan..."

Seeing her, Cang Liuli's frowning brows slowly relaxed, and a pair of amber light-colored eyes became warm again.

"It was you..."

Mu Xiyan looked at her wet clothes calmly, frowned, and a small flame shot up in her hand, drying the clothes.

This movement stopped Cang Liuli's movement of asking for a handkerchief from the attendant maid in mid-air.

He slowly narrowed his eyes in displeasure, and his demeanor changed instantly.

"Xiaoyan, you can't do it with only flames, it's better to use a handkerchief."

His voice was very soft, but the undeniable overbearing meaning in it was extremely obvious.

"No need, Your Majesty, I can handle it myself."

She raised her head and looked straight into his eyes, and the word "Your Majesty" was also endowed with an inexplicable meaning between her lips and teeth.

Deep and distant.

Cang Liuli may have noticed it, or maybe he didn't care at all. He walked up to her and said with a smile: "Xiaoyan, I'm just going to the General Yasukuni's mansion. Come with me."

She stared at him and lowered her voice: "Your Majesty should call me elder sister. After all, I am a few years older than Your Majesty. It seems that I am younger than Your Majesty when His Majesty calls me like that."

There was a tit-for-tat confrontation, and the eyes of the two collided and intertwined in the air like flames.

His team was stuck here, which directly caused a traffic jam. No one dared to make a loud noise in the huge street, and everyone lowered their heads, for fear of knowing something they shouldn't know.

His eyes were gradually gloomy, as if shrouded in darkness, cold and heavy, but his voice overflowed with tenderness: "Xiaoyan, I still like you to call me Liuli, your smile is very bright and warm, I have always liked it very much, like."

A trace of haze quickly passed through Mu Xiyan's heart.

What does he mean by that?
(End of this chapter)