Seeing each other happily: beautiful men can't be provoked

Chapter 384

She couldn't figure out why her Shu Yun would be so stupid as to love ruthlessly like a log and live for thousands of years.

"You go, I didn't leave any message last night because I thought we had such a tacit understanding, but I didn't expect..." Xiao Shuyun's face showed an almost genuine disappointment.

Mu Xue frowned, stretched out her hand and pinched Xiao Shuyun's face in a sudden attack, "No, you are a fake."

"Miss Mu, please respect yourself." It was Bingxi who spoke.

But it turns out that the person in front of him is really a fake...

"Humph", Xiao Shuyun chuckled coldly, with a look of contempt in his eyes, "You really think so much about skin, ask yourself how much you know about me."

Mu Xue looked at Xiao Shuyun in disbelief, she didn't expect that the person she saved all the way would say such words to her when she opened her mouth.

"So it turned out that I was being self-indulgent, okay, I'll go!" Mu Xue turned her back and left without looking back.

"Wait a minute," Xiao Shuyun suddenly called to her, "Talk to Mo Yan for me, when I have achieved the true fruit of my cultivation, I will have a drink with him."

Xiao Shuyun was not so familiar with Mo Yan, but if she said it this way, she should be able to understand that he had difficulties after thinking about it.

Mu Xue ignored him, but left faster.

Ling Long took a deep look at Xiao Shuyun, and quickly followed.

As soon as Mu Xue left, Xiao Shuyun fell weakly on the stone bench, "Are you satisfied?"

Bingxi just smiled and said nothing.

In fact, she didn't want to kill that mortal so much, it was just his self-righteousness, what she wanted to see was that mortal being driven out of his wits by the person he thought he loved deeply.

With a tired look on his face, "I'm going to sleep, don't bother me." After that, he walked into the depths of the imperial mausoleum on his own.

Mu Xue rushed halfway angrily and stopped suddenly.

I don't know if God thinks she is a tragedy, a thunderbolt on a sunny day makes it rain heavily.

Mu Xue suddenly seemed to go crazy, she swooped down from the eaves to the ground, and ran desperately.

The liquid wet her face, but she didn't know whether it was rain or tears.

Ling Long just watched with cold eyes as always, and didn't offer any comfort.

When Mu Xue got tired of running, he bought an umbrella from somewhere, and just lowered the umbrella to cover Mu Xue as much as possible.

However, his feet were always kept a step away from Mu Xue. When Mu Xue was tired from crying and looked up at him, she realized that Ling Long was also drenched with rain running down his hair, but he was still elegant. , unlike Mu Xue's embarrassment, with a calm posture.

Mu Xue reached out to take the umbrella, brushed away the long hair sticking together in front of her forehead, approached Ling Long, and covered him as well.

"I'll be fine." Ling Long subconsciously moved away, intending to take the umbrella.He failed to catch it, but pushed the umbrella on Mu Xue's head.

Mu Xue grabbed his arm and said with a stern face, "Don't worry about it, you are sick, do you expect me to take care of you?"

"It's better if you want to cultivate an immortal too." After that, she gave Ling Long a fake look, annoyed that he was still so awkward when she was so sad.

Ling Long looked at Mu Xue, but didn't speak, and didn't know how to respond to her words.

"Let's go." As Mu Xue tried to shake off her gloom, she smiled at Ling Long, tugged at his sleeves, and took a small step forward.

Ling Long followed naturally, but he was much taller than Mu Xue, and she could barely hold the umbrella at first, but then she felt that her hands were shaking so that the umbrella was on the verge of falling, and her arm was so sore that it seemed to be filled with lead.

"Axue, let me come." The tacit understanding of walking in the rain eased the atmosphere a lot, Ling Long said in a slightly relaxed tone.

He took the umbrella and approached Mu Xue, although his eyes were cold and persistent, there was a touch of tenderness hidden.

(End of this chapter)