Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 38
Xiao Shu also jumped down, walked to her side, and carefully brushed off the snow from her hair, and then the thin layer of snow from her clothes. Although the snow kept falling, he never tired of taking care of her. She brushed it away, and his warm breath breathed in her ears and sprayed on her cheeks, with deep reluctance hidden in her eyes.

A little bit of light appeared in Zichu Mingruo Qingshui's eyes, looking at his gradually approaching silhouette, looking at his gradually enlarged face, he suddenly couldn't breathe, turned his head to one side, and gasped for breath, only then did he feel The feeling of suffocation disappeared, and when he looked back, he saw Xiao Shu's smiling eyes with a hint of sarcasm.

Her fingers poked his hard chest, her face was flushed, "Xiao Shu, you. You...you."

Xiao Shu grabbed her mischievous hand, his eyes were as gentle as water, "Ah Chu, don't make trouble." When did he start to get used to having her by his side, when did he start, he hoped that she would never leave.

When Chenghuang got out of the car, he happened to see the scene of the two playing, the smiles in his eyes gradually faded, and he felt faintly worried, is there another pair of idiots and resentful women in this world?
Maybe there hasn't been any news from the God Realm for a long time. Could it be that he just let the High God ignore him?

"Xiao Shu, I don't know why I've been in this human world for a long time. I'm a little hungry." Zichu smelled the aroma of the food, sniffed, and felt that his saliva was about to flow down. Didn't have a good meal.

Xiao Shu hooked her nose with his fingers, raised his eyebrows lightly, "Let's go."

The snow was still falling, blurring the figures of the two fighting, and bending the red plum blossoms by the wall. The plum blossoms still stood proudly on the branches, and even in the snow and ice, they still opened up.

The snow falls on the world, melts into a song, and in the restaurants in Kyoto, someone sings sadly, one voice is melodious, one voice is telling, one voice is lamenting, one voice is lamenting.

You are her scenery, but she is someone else's scenery.

Jing Yi's black robe was already covered by snow at this time, looking at the two blended whites standing in the snow, his slender eyelashes were also stained by the snow white, and the folding fan in his hand was pinched so that he couldn't see its original shape , There was a strong murderous look in his eyes.

Once upon a time, when it was snowing heavily, he also brushed off the snow from her body; once upon a time, she quietly looked at the lake, and without knowing it when the raindrops fell on her body, he held an umbrella for her and wet half of her body , they were once so close.

"Xiao Shu." He repeated the name, the Jie Yuan flower in his palm was frighteningly hot, a cunning flashed in his eyes, it seemed that it was time to advance the plan.

Realizing that the snow was no longer falling on her body, Jing Yi turned her head, only to see Hong Luan holding an umbrella for him, her eyes gleaming with love, her lips curved into a beautiful smile, she whispered, "Young Master!" host.."

But he squeezed her jaw, causing her to look up at him, and the strength in her hands gradually increased, "Hongluan, if I hadn't sealed the demonic energy of the baby spirit in time that day, I'm afraid your plan will succeed ?”

Hongluan's eyes gradually dimmed, and there was no light at all, "I just want to save the young master from future troubles forever." She felt that she had done nothing wrong. , Zichu will not stand here safe and sound now.

"You don't need to take care of my young master's affairs." He threw down his words arrogantly, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, he let go of Hong Luan, and the black figure gradually walked away without a trace of nostalgia.

(End of this chapter)