Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo is in a good mood today. She looks at the boundless desert as if there is no desolation in the past.

Anyway, there is a small oasis, two people and a white dragon horse.

At night, Yunqing asked to guard her who didn't know what she had become.

It seems that if there is really no way for people, there is hope everywhere in the world.

Xia Qingluo took out the food in the storage ring and put it on the tea table one by one.

Set up the border with divine knowledge, and Xuanfeng ate happily.

This food, or more people eat incense, eat alone, always with a trace of insipidity and desolation.

What's more, there is a beautiful boy sitting opposite.

A beautiful young man with a simple mind and all his thoughts on his face.

Moreover, although the appearance of eating is very elegant, it looks delicious.

Xia Qingluo's favorite food is the Cang ball in the desert.

After the two people had enough to eat and drink, they began to work again.

After the grass was expanded again, Xia Qingluo lay lazily on the sand and looked at the sky of the barren sea.

I don't know why, I have a strange feeling in my heart.

It seems that the sky is the sea.

Isn't the sea water coming out of the sand, but the sky falling at night?

The sky falls?

Xia Qingluo praised her wonderful ideas.

Xuanfeng lay not far from Xia Qingluo. He looked at the sky above his head like Xia Qingluo. It seemed that he didn't see any tricks.

She tilted her head and said to Xia Qingluo, "sister Qingluo, do you have anything on your mind today?"

Xia Qingluo was silent for a while. Although she wanted to tell the boy about Yunqing's letting the sea be deserted at night, she thought about it and pressed down the idea.

It's not that she is worried, nor that she doesn't believe in Xuanfeng, but such a thing, perhaps never in this desolate sea.

She won't let others know until she really meets Yunqing.

Xia Qingluo also turned her head and said with a smile, "there must be something on her mind. The longer it takes, the more worried I am."

"Why worry?" Xuan Feng asked puzzled.

"At night, I don't know what it has become, but one thing is certain. I feel very strange that my hand is often injured." Xia Qingluo said faintly.

Hands often hurt?

Xuanfeng didn't understand.

Then Xia Qingluo raised her scarred finger to Xuanfeng.

Xuanfeng looked at it carefully for a long time, and finally shook his head in frustration. "I can't see how I was hurt, but I'm often inexplicably injured. There are everywhere. Once, my legs almost broke."

Xia Qingluo sighed, a little angry, "how can there be such a strange place?"

"Yes, so no one will come here. Sister Qingluo, if memory and cultivation are gone, they will be gone. We have lived so long. The least valuable is memory and cultivation. You really shouldn't come here."

Xia Qingluo didn't speak.

Xuanfeng then seemed to think of something and said with a smile to Xia Qingluo, "sister Qingluo, I'm wrong. If you don't come, I won't know you. If I don't know you, I can't eat many good things."

Xia Qingluo sat up, looked at Xuanfeng and joked, "I'm here. It's cheaper for you, isn't it..."