An Adorable Fairy Fox

He will never forget the bazhongtian of Kunlun 180000 years ago, or the great storm of wind 180000 years ago.

Eighteen thousand years ago, he was not the present identity, ten thousand years ago, he was a young man named Mo Shangyan.

In the eighth heaven of Kunlun 180000 years ago, the wind was already blowing in October.

On the top of the mountain of bazhongtian is the perennial frost and snow. After October, it has become an extremely frozen world. However, in the white of the snow, there is a palace invisible to ordinary people. The palace is made of top-quality white jade, which is integrated with the surrounding angular icebergs. Only people with thousands of years of aura can see the unusual.

On this day, the Kunlun hall was chilly. As usual, he hid in the wing room to deal with the bamboo slips left by his father. He was interrupted by a knock on the door just before he turned over a few rolls.

"In." He replied casually.

"Your Highness, Ziqi is back." The person who comes in is Ziqi who was sent out a few months ago. He is young, but he already has the immortal power. His voice falls down and he raises his head to wait for Mo Shangyan's reply.

Seeing Ziqi, Tianjun was surprised at first, because it showed that something he had been worried about was showing signs. Mo Shang Yan twisted brow for a while, opening a way: "found him?"

"Yes, after three months, I finally got my eyes. Now I'm in the area of Yehe." Ziqi's body is still full of running breath, and his forehead is still full of heat. "However, the situation is a bit complicated."

"What's the matter?" Mo Shang Yan is still a school of calm elephant, hand still weigh that did not read bamboo slips, "but he is going to come back to Kunlun Dian?"

"No, it's more serious than that." Zi Qi's forehead was dripping with sweat. After a little consideration, he decided to open his mouth. "I'm afraid your highness is going to cover the whole heaven."

At this time, on the riverside of Jiangnan, October chrysanthemums are blooming. The fragrance of the flowers is mixed with the tempting taste of bacon wrapped rice. They bloom all the way along the curved river. Dozens of miles away, the fragrance is still endless. The green brick and tile and the autumn wind with the color of harvest are the scenery along the river.

In the daytime, it's calm and quiet here. Fishermen walk down the river with bamboo poles. Women dump buckets of clothes by the river to wash; At night, however, there was a lot of singing and dancing. All kinds of restaurants hung red lanterns, and the fragrance of powder invaded the whole Hangzhou river.

The people here are living by the Yihe River. The scenery here is unique and thought-provoking.

"It seems you like the scenery here." The young man has clear-cut features. His long hair is tied into a bunch and placed behind his head. There are several auspicious clouds embroidered on his green clothes. A white jade ribbon is tied around his waist. On his left hand, he holds a paper fan. Standing on the bow of the boat, he unfolds slowly, with the word "landscape family" on it.

First of all, she looked at the scenery on the river, at the plain woman stooping to wash on the bank, and at the farmer carrying a shoulder pole on the small bridge in front of her. He didn't care that his waist and long hair were lifted up by the wind. He watched along with the direction of the boat and sometimes looked back for a long time. The sky is green, the water is long, and the river is peaceful.

Finally, she stretched out her hand to pull the sleeve of the person in front of her. The man in green bent down and sat down along her strength. She gently leaned on him.

"The world is such a peaceful place."

"If you like, I can take you to live in seclusion anywhere in the world." The man in green looked at her. The woman's face was beautiful. There was a faint blush on her cheek. Her eyelashes were moving and her pupils were as clear as a spring. He held out his hand and pinned the falling broken hair behind her small ears, and then came closer to make her more comfortable.

"Su Lian will be angry when she knows." Mentioning the name of her friend, she smiles, pinches his arm and lowers her head.

The man in green put down the paper fan and pointed her nose. His tone was full of doting: "I will protect you and accompany you wherever I go."

"You've taken me most of the time." Sit next to him and watch the quiet and flowing Bank of Ye river. The boatman is rowing happily behind them. The boat is about to enter the bridge.

Because of the tight arms on the street, the woman beside is simple and quiet. She is dressed in plain clothes and always has a quiet smile on her face. However, no one can imagine that she is the high priest of the demon world, and no one can connect the tender woman in front of her with the sinister and treacherous demon world.

His acquaintance with her was purely accidental, but he was deeply in love from the day he met her. Because moshang knew that heaven and demon could not have a future, he could only cherish the moment he was with her. From the foot of Kunlun mountain to the East China Sea field to the Jiangnan River, he led her all the way to protect her for fear that she would disappear in the next second.

I'm afraid I can't control myself at the end because I know it's getting tighter and tighter.

His arms and shoulders were stained with her fragrance. The two of them leaned together to watch the boat. Under the control of the boatman, the boat straightened its bow and drove it under the bridge. Immediately a dark attack came, because suddenly there was an unknown premonition on the street, he saw his left hand tightly around Hualuo and his right hand firmly holding the paper fan."Because." Flower Luo also seemed to feel something, twist brow to see him.

"It's going to be OK." The paper fan is slowly unfolded while comforting the people around me——

A white light fell, and the boat vibrated a little, and quickly drove out of the bridge. In an instant, there was a man in black standing on the bow of the boat. The boatman behind didn't see clearly what was going on. He held the oar with both hands and trembled at the stern of the boat.

The scenery of the boats coming and going on the river is still the same, and no one can see what's wrong. But Mo Shang because know white light in a moment, he and Xuan dress man already had a move. Mo Shangyin's eyes showed a trace of indifference, and Hualuo held his left hand and shook his head to prevent his next attack.

"Ziqi, you're all right." Mo Shang closed the paper fan along with Hua Luo's meaning, and looked at the people who came up, "how do you feel about this journey?"

"Because your Highness has already found me?" Ziqi bowed with his hands together, which was an apology for the previous move. "Yanjun is very worried about you, and every day he wants his highness to return to Kunlun as soon as possible."

Ziqi had a pause. His dark clothes showed some strange smell. He glanced at the people around him and said, "but I didn't expect that his highness would indulge himself in the human world."

"I don't need you and Yan to worry about my business." Because of frowning on the street, "I have shown that I have no intention of going back to Kunlun Mountain, why I still struggle."

Without waiting for Ziqi to answer, moshang said, "stop the ship."

Leng for a long time of the ship back and up, after the shore, because no longer eyes on Ziqi. Ziqi knew that he was bored, so he stepped on the wooden plank road. He stood on the plank road to look at the boat, the two people on the boat, the tender woman in plain clothes and the warm stranger.

As soon as he was about to turn around, there was a dull pain in his arm. Ziqi lifted his sleeve and saw a red mark on his arm. At first sight, he was attacked by superior Xianli. Ziqi sighed and murmured: "because your highness is too deep, I'm afraid this will cover the sky."

In the evening, because he was dressed in a navy blue cloth, the deep and quiet color matched his aloofness. At this moment, the wine is bubbling on the sandalwood table. The cold and proud man leans against the coffin of the wooden window beside the wing room to watch the Yehe night market. The lively light of red lanterns reflects the carved flowers of the wooden window into a picture.

Yehe is busy, but the room is very quiet. The sound of boiling wine and the sound of water when a beautiful woman takes a bath are very clear. Hualuo is bathing behind the screen in the room, and there are several sounds of running water from time to time. Mo Shang forces himself to stare at the businessmen in the south of the Yangtze River who call to buy and sell in the night market, at the windmills and clay figurines that are raised above his head.

"The freshly baked longxutang and Shanghao Longjing, my guest passed by..." suddenly, the restaurant opposite opened the wooden door, and a sharp cry came to moshangyin's ears.

The wine in the room is full-bodied, fragrant and sweet. The young man was stunned at first, then pursed the corners of his mouth.

"Lol." A few steps forward, the young man picked up the money bag and paper fan on the tea table, then suddenly turned to call her.

"Yes?" Mixed with the sound of water, Hualuo's words came from behind the screen.

"Well dressed, it's a bit cold at night." Because of the expression of the corner of his mouth, there is a little doting in his voice.

"Yes." In this reply, I was a little shy, because I seemed to be able to imagine the slightly red cheek behind the screen.

"Because, in the afternoon After a while, Hualuo walked from behind the screen.

The wine was still bubbling on the stove. The room was quiet. The man in dark clothes was sitting with his back to her. His black hair was all behind his head. His shoulder line fluctuated evenly because of breathing. He didn't look back and didn't answer Hualuo's words.

What's wrong with the woman who just took a bath? The fragrance and indifference in the room are less. Instead of it, it is a strong strange smell. She gathered up her clothes, stepped back a few steps, then leaned on her right hand and took out a sword from behind the screen.

"Because when did you change your clothes?" Hualuo's tone has no tenderness. She holds the hilt tightly in her right hand, which is mo Shangyin's sabre. On the scabbard, there is a black dragon with a grinning face, which is too heavy for women.

"Don't you want to know who it is in the afternoon?" The man didn't look back. His voice was like ice. His clothes were in the silent air, but there was no wind. A strong and cold air swept the whole room.

Hualuo's right hand holding the hilt exudes a layer of sweat. This man has stronger immortal power than the man in the bow of the boat in the afternoon. I'm afraid she is not his opponent.

"Who are you?" "What did you do to him?" he said

"I can't do anything to him. He just went downstairs to buy you longxutang." The tone of the man in deep clothes suddenly turned, with a look of surprise, "it seems that he didn't tell you his true identity."Hua Luo ponders the words of the man in deep clothes and doesn't want to answer.

Indeed, when we first met, he had extraordinary immortal power.

But at that time, what he showed to her was only thousands of years of cultivation. Although she is now the high priest of the demon world, her inheriting vein is the Nine Tailed family of Hua family, and she has no evil spirit. Hualuo always thought that the true face of his sweetheart was like this, but never thought about his hidden side