Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"How long have you been here?" Yunqing asked slowly, grabbed a handful of sand, put it in the palm of his hand and observed it carefully.

The God of Qingluo lifted his eyelids and glanced at the calm and handsome man. The scenery of the wasteland sea was desolate. With him in a white shirt, it seemed that the wasteland sea also had some color.

Qingluo smiled. "I've been here for about fifty years."

"Always alone here?"

"Yes, I met two fox demons and a wolf demon before, but then it disappeared."

Yunqing let a faint glance at the melancholy green rose. For her lively nature, she should have been very lonely for more than 50 years.

"At night, it will become the sea..." Yun qingrang seems to be talking to himself, and also seems to be talking to the God of Qingluo.

"Well, no one knows what he will become in the sea. I hate this feeling..."

With that, the palm of the God on the green rose moved, and a dark green shadow hit the sand on all sides.

Flying sand splashed like spray.

Some even fell on a corner of Yunqing's long shirt, and then rolled down like small pearls.

Then a gust of wind blew and set off the white shirt of Yun qingrang, which was like the God of heaven falling down from the clouds above the nine days.

The God of Qingluo has to praise that this young man named Yun qingrang is really a character, good style!

It's really a pity if you can't see it tomorrow.

And the idea just flashed away.

She whipped the sand again and said with hatred, "I really want to burn up the waste sea."

Yunqing let's look at the spirit of the angry green rose and took another look at the cane whip in her hand.

It's similar to the one he refined in the star picking palace in Chang'an City in the future.

It's just lighter.

The rest is as like as two peas.

A pair of star eyes flashed a flicker of light. No wonder when he thought of refining weapons for Xia Qingluo at that time, a cane whip appeared in his mind for the first time.

He withdrew his eyes faintly.

At the same time, it also took back the divine consciousness.

With a backhand, the sand fell down one after another.

Lift your legs and walk forward.

Sure enough, it's almost what Xia Qingluo said. There's no limit beyond divine knowledge.

The sand particles are uniform and crystal clear, but they do not contain a trace of water.

How the sea came into being is unknown.

Seeing that Yunqing asked her to lift her feet, Qingluo felt bored. She didn't move, but sat on the sand bored.

His hands unconsciously rowed the sand on his side.

The eyebrows are also slightly wrinkled. It's really annoying. How could she come here?

Cultivation almost fell to the state of mortal. She can only use divine consciousness. Moreover, there is nothing to eat here. It has been 50 years. She hasn't drunk a drop of water or eaten a grain of rice.

As a God who likes to eat, it is definitely the most painful torture.

Suddenly, she noticed something strange.

Turning his head, he saw the man who didn't like to talk and thought he had left. At this time, he even burned the Cang ball in the desolate sea.

What is he doing.

She really wanted to kill the wasteland just now, but that's because there's nothing to burn here.

And she didn't expect that the green ball could burn.

Qingluo walked over curiously, sat cross legged opposite Yunqing, and looked at the Cang ball burning like a big fireball.