Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

And Yunqing let me pace on the desert of the barren sea.

After a look at the sky above, the blue seems abnormal, and the sun overhead is already hanging on the other side of the sky.

He had countless conjectures before, but he never thought that the vortex of the submarine basin was a time-space tunnel.

Instead of going to Xia Qingluo's side, he came ten thousand years ago.

Here, I saw Xia Qingluo's previous life.

At this time, many things did not happen.

It seems that the flood in the human world is still very serious.

Feng Xi and Fu Xi were both there. At this time, Zhuo dace had not cursed them.

But even so, it was in vain that he couldn't get out.

And according to Qingyi, the God of Qingluo will stay here for more than 100 years before he can go out.

And it is still 50 years away from that time.

I just don't know how to calculate the time of the wild sea in the future.

Fortunately, although the original God is stripped, there is noumenon, and there should be no big problem.

I just don't know how it will end.

Yunqing asked him to turn his head and looked at the God who ate the fragrant green rose. His eyes gradually turned to soft.

Looking at it from such a distance, it is no different from his Xia Qingluo.

And the God of Qingluo is finally full.

Put the wooden table back in the storage ring, came to yunqingrang happily and said sincerely, "thank you."

"You're welcome."

"If I hadn't seen you, I still didn't know that the Cang ball was so delicious. If only I had met you earlier."

Yunqing let him laugh but said nothing.

"By the way, Yun qingrang, how do you know this thing can be burned?" the God of green Luo asked curiously.

Yunqing let him meditate a little and slowly said, "it was told me by a little boy named Xuanfeng."

"That young man is really smart," said the God of Qingluo.

Yunqing didn't speak, but his face became indifferent.

Let it be.

In the rules of heaven and earth, nothing can escape cause and effect.

Yunqing let her hands behind her and walked slowly towards the front.

The God of Qingluo followed him this time. Obviously, he also took off his guard and asked Yunqing how long he had been here.

When he knew that he had not been here for long, he happily told him about the desolate sea.

Yunqing let me listen quietly.

The desert wind blew his black hair like a waterfall, and together with his white shirt, it gently raised a picture of Qingcheng in black and white.

We all like things that have always been beautiful.

And especially in this desolate and dry wasteland, it is extremely eye-catching.

So the atmosphere relaxed again.

The barren sea known by God on Qingluo is not much different from the barren sea ten thousand years later.

I just haven't heard of a wasteland city.

She didn't mention it. Yunqing naturally wouldn't ask.

So the two men, one said and the other listened, and soon it was sunset.

The God of Qingluo regretfully said to yunqingrang, "this will become the sea soon."

"Well..."

"Just don't know what I will become?" Qingluo said in a disappointed tone. "I don't know if I will meet you tomorrow. Many people I know have never seen you again after a day together."

Yunqing let him look at Qingluo in silence.

He couldn't tell her that even if he couldn't see it the next day, he would find a way to find her.