Act like a spoiled brat every day

Chapter 142 Something That Doesn't Belong To You (5)

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The wind blows and the clouds surge.

In the dark blue sky as deep as the bottom of the sea, a ray of light suddenly appeared.

She is white and misty, and her cloud clothes are like fog. Looking back suddenly, she landed peacefully in the world.

The other party's figure is thin and slender, and the profile of his profile is exquisite and beautiful.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly.Watching the clean and cold Banished Immortal tap his toes, his jet-black hair slightly fluttering... slowly falling in front of him.

The pupil color is pure and clear, reflecting the deep and quiet sky, and him.

"Can't talk?"

When Qiyue spoke, her voice was just like her own, cold and quiet, like fine snow condensed in the forest and mountains.

She sighed, as if giving grace, she squinted her eyes, her fingers were slender and tender, and the cold mist lingered around her.

"Time shifting."

Just when Qiyue raised her hand, wanting to hold the opponent's fingertips.The black-clothed boy's calm eyes narrowed slightly, his slender figure retreated, with a smile that was not a smile.

"My name is Shi Qian."

Che Ran's indifferent voice reached her ears, and Qi Yue's pupils were lightly dazed.

Immediately, he withdrew his hand without a trace, as if nothing had happened, and nodded.

"Pray for the moon."

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She was born in the clouds, stood in the sky, cold and clean, with the world in her eyes.

He was born in the world, stood in the chaos, dull and dark, and his pupils are full of hostility.

She is the god of Yunjian.

He is a mortal monster.

A poor, monster that everyone would love to get rid of.

It was rumored outside that he committed heinous crimes, killing people, setting fires, and turning clouds and rains with his hands. The weather was uncertain, and with the flick of a finger, a life was wiped out.

The birds in the forest are all singing, the night rain has just stopped, the window is blowing quietly, Qiyue is sitting in the courtyard, playing the piano with her fingers, the bamboo leaves are falling, the young man's black hair is tied up, his eyebrows are like crescent moons, and the bottom of his eyes is full of stars.

He curled his lips and smiled viciously. He was clearly the Great Demon King rumored by the outside world, but he just liked to squint and look at her with his cheeks on his hands. His teeth were white and white, and the dimples on his cheeks were slightly sunken. He tilted his head slightly, and his voice was low and soft. .

Surprisingly, she seemed a little soft and cute.

"Hey, sister, I'm here, why don't you pour me a glass of wine?"

"Wine is available, but not given."

"You gods are all so stingy?"

"You are young."

"Where am I young? Sister, I'm five hundred years old anyway."

"Drink tea and meditate."

"so…"

"There's no way to drink."

The young man came over, grabbed the other party's white and clean sleeves, raised his eyes, and blinked innocently and innocently.

"Sister, I swear, just take a sip...you are a god, you are the best..."

The shadow of swallows is slanted, holding a cup and drinking from a distance, Shi Qian's dark pupils are half-closed, and the small white fangs on his lips are slightly exposed. After less than half the altar, the young man is already showing signs of drunkenness. He ran over and hugged the Immortal's waist from behind.

"They all want to kill me, they all think I'm bad. But sister, I didn't do anything, I didn't kill anything, my hands are clean."

The voice was almost murmured, with some aggrieved accusations.

"Only you trust me."

"So you are the best fairy."

The boy's breath was hot, and he looked innocent again. After Qiyue paused, the light that had been fixed on his fingertips suddenly disappeared.

She glanced sideways at him.

My heart suddenly softened for a moment.

"If he is obedient and well-behaved, you will kill him and leave a wisp of soul behind, so that he can be an ordinary good child in the next life.

"If he becomes violent and regards life as worthless, you will crush him to ashes.

"Eternal life, let him never recover."

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Dressed in white clothes, a soft couch.

The cool and cold Banished Immortal's clothes were half off, his white shoulders were thin, and he groaned.

Her jet-black hair was scattered behind her back, her eyes were flushed, and her slender legs wrapped around her smooth and beautiful waistline.

The young man's slender figure covered him, clasping his fingers lightly.

Hot breath sprayed out, eyes half-closed in a daze, on the delicate white collarbone, there were bright reddish teeth marks of a teenager.

"……Ok?"

Shi Qian leaned over, his snow-white fangs lightly bit the tips of the opponent's small, crimson ears.

His voice was low and hoarse, and he smiled lightly.

Smooth and beautiful shoulder lines, reddish tooth marks, the young man looked down at her, panting lowly, Qiyue's legs wrapped around his waist, it was undoubtedly a stimulant.

He bent down in distress, and kissed delicately on the mole at the end of the eye of Qing Leng Baxian.

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Then the picture changed, the Banished Immortal was holding a sword with her slender fingertips, and her snow-white clothes were dyed red. Her brows were indifferent, and she protected him behind her, without saying a word.

This time, she stood on the opposite side of the world.

"Qiyue, you know the crime."

"This god is innocent!"

The fingertips dripped bright red and dipped into the clean puddle, thousands of ripples felt light in their hearts.

She paused every word, loudly.

"This god just forbids you to regard his life as worthless, what is the crime!?"

"You said he did all kinds of evil with blood on his hands, but how did he get along with these words!?"

"You are afraid of him, so you will accuse him of unnecessary crimes, kill him, and even try to satisfy your pathetic compassion!"

"And you!"

Qiyue's sword light flashed, and the sharp edge pointed at the world.

"You are used to hearing that the wind is the rain, and you dare to spread rumors about unfounded things. You spread it around, and you think it is true after hearing what others say, ruining people's reputations and killing people's lives!"

"I was born in the clouds and stood in the world. I live up to the world, but you are trying to take my life!"

The deep and light color in the clouds surged up, Qiyue's pupils became darker and darker, her complexion was still cold and indifferent, but the mole at the end of her eyes suddenly added a lot of evil.

"Qiyue, don't..."

"Time shifting."

She looked sideways, opened her lips, and spoke in a low voice.

"I'm here."

The moment of sinking is eternal, the world is clear, and there has been no noise since then.

(End of this chapter)