Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

When Xia Qingluo came out of the underworld, she saw a green shirt sitting on the bluestone board by the lake, fishing quietly.

And similarly, he looked very serious.

Xia Qingluo flew to the emperor's side and looked down at the emperor with low eyebrows.

The setting sun dyed the white yarn tied to his eyes into a touch of light gold. Under the straight bridge of his nose, his thin lips took a trace of crimson color.

If you can't see your eyes, you can't see what he's thinking.

Xia Qingluo fell beside her, picked up a stone and threw it at the surface of the water at the fishing rod.

It seems that the emperor was ready when Xia Qingluo fell.

Reach out and pick one by one. The fishing rod is high on the water. A struggling red carp is twisting on the fishing line.

Xia Qingluo was faster. She flicked her finger and a green light went towards the fishing line.

The emperor stretched out his hand and a fishing net like thing went towards the red carp.

At the moment when the red carp fell into the water, he took the fish in.

Xia Qingluo is speechless. It's not an ordinary fishing net. Is it a bundle of fairy locks.

She raised the corner of her mouth, looked at the emperor's slightly raised eyebrows and said sarcastically, "it's really childish."

"You're not naive. You broke my ten thousand year silk with magic?" the emperor asked in a funny way.

"You can think of ten thousand years of silk as fishing line."

"I can't help it. There are too many things. It's moldy to put them in the space. It's better to use waste." he said very badly.

Xia Qingluo glanced sideways at the emperor. After getting along with him for a long time, she knew that this man really had the taste of being free and uninhibited.

Such people are also moody.

She said faintly, "I've seen Feng Qing."

The emperor's hand holding the fishing rod stiffened.

Feng Qing?

Xia Qingluo said Feng Qing, not Yun juming.

That means that his soul has completely stripped Xia Qingluo from that matter.

However, looking at Xia Qingluo's look, he was not relieved.

But with a touch of melancholy.

The emperor thought to himself that he had a conscience.

He suddenly released his hand, took back the fairy lock, put the red carp, put away the fishing rod, and said to Xia Qingluo, "whether you believe it or not, my memory of the desolate sea is not complete, and so is jiuchongtian. I hope you can find out the truth and end the cause and effect between us. Otherwise, even if you and Yunqing are together, there will be many waves."

"These are two different things."

The Emperor didn't care, but smiled faintly, flew into the air, waved his sleeves at Xia Qingluo, "just be happy."

With that, his body turned into a streamer and disappeared into the dark twilight sky.

Xia Qingluo flew toward the East China Sea.

She wants to see if there is still a Ying long sealed there.

Qingyi seems to know a lot about the desolate sea in those years, but the premise is that she should find out the truth that Ying longgengchen was sealed.

Then try to remove the seal.

She couldn't do it before. Now she wants to have a try.

The East China Sea is not far from here. Xia Qingluo flew to the East China Sea before sunset.

At this time, the East China Sea is very calm, and there are few traces of human activities here.

Xia Qingluo flew in the direction in her memory.

When she reached the sky, Xia Qingluo stared at a particularly calm sea.

In the deep sea, there is not even a ripple.

Not far away is an island.