Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Thinking of this, Tiandao Yunzhi put his hands behind him, took another look at Xia Qingluo, who still slept very sweet and breathed gently. After one look, he turned expressionless and walked towards the lake.

But I was thinking, what if Xia Qingluo really didn't know how to lift it?

And Yunqing will never stay quietly in the wasteland sea waiting for Xia Qingluo to go back.

Now, two days have just passed in the desolate sea.

Over time, in the past month or year, yunqingrang will not wait.

He will return to these six worlds at all costs.

When he came back, the two of them either became one or killed each other.

In fact, neither of these two situations is what he wants to see.

He has lived like this for thousands of years. Since he has the responsibility of heaven, he can control heaven. However, he didn't expect that the current situation should be so complex.

In fact, it is not complicated to say.

As long as Xia Qingluo knows how to terminate the life and death contract, he will immediately send her to the wasteland sea.

He looked back at Xia Qingluo, who was still sleeping soundly, and then walked slowly to the Qionglou pavilion where he usually rested and read books.

When Xia Qingluo wakes up, she will never stay here honestly according to her restless nature.

She will either toss the extremes of heaven, or she will try her best to dissolve the contract of life and death.

The palm moved, and a chessboard appeared in front of Tiandao Yunzhi's eyes.

He played chess with himself.

Xia Qingluo lying on the grass is more comfortable than ever.

These grass seem to be integrated with themselves with the breath of chaotic heart.

That feeling is really mysterious.

And in such a breath, Xia Qingluo didn't want to open her eyes at all.

She even thought that she would sleep like this until the end of life, and she would sleep until she became a grass. She would be a member of the grass. If so, is it a new world?

Xia Qingluo was surprised when she thought of it.

God, how could she have such an idea?

It was not easy for her to cultivate the adult form from a small vine leaf bud, and then after so many vicissitudes of life, she was forced to reincarnate.

After reincarnation, so many things have happened

After so many things happened, Xia Qingluo cherished the life in front of her.

So how could she have such an idea?

Is it a return to nature?

Is it because the grass is growing at the extreme of the sky and the smell of her chaotic heart?

So these little grass want to stay here forever, is that right?

Xia Qingluo fiercely opened her eyes.

He sat up at once.

Looking around, there is still no change.

The man in a white shirt was still leaning on the clouds. He didn't read this time. He seemed to be playing chess.

According to Xia Qingluo's divine sense.

She could clearly see that the man had a sunspot in his left hand and a white one in his right hand. She didn't know what was under the chessboard?

Xia Qingluo doesn't know much about these anyway.

But looking around, nothing has changed.

Did you just have a dream?

Dream that you will soon become a grass?

Xia Qingluo thought her idea was ridiculous. She got up from the grass, sorted out her clothes and looked around.

Then they carefully perceive their own knowledge of the sea and their own divine knowledge.