Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"Crack?" Ye Xiaoyu couldn't help talking to himself.

Where is that?

Before ye Xiaoyu opened his mouth and asked, it was dark in front of him. Ye Xiaoyu came to a place.

This is a world of nothingness. You can't see the sky or the end.

Only endless ethereal clouds linger here.

Ye Xiaoyu didn't know where it was. As soon as he turned back, he found something wrong.

The sparrow is gone.

And the thing that seems to be a door just now is gone.

Before ye Xiaoyu could react, she stepped into the air and fell into the clouds.

This is an unknown space-time.

Ye Xiaoyu stood stunned on the ground and saw lights flashing in front of him.

She had to walk in that direction.

Then I saw a tavern.

Here, it seems to be imprisoned by something.

Ye Xiaoyu didn't know why, but her easygoing nature saved her. She thought, this may be a dream.

Just wake up.

Then, with her superb martial arts and the sword spirit of her wrist, she lived here.

Now ye Xiaoyu is drunk.

In fact, she is still a man of integrity. Being drunk is not ye Xiaoyu's style at all.

But that little childe is so handsome.

The voice is gentle and deadly. When she smiles, it sprinkles on her heart like sunshine.

Ah! It was the type my sister liked. In order to shorten the distance between her and him, I drank several cups unconsciously!

The night wind is blowing, and the feeling of cold is coming.

Ye Xiaoyu hugged his arm, but felt his head getting heavier and heavier.

She looked vaguely at a man standing under the light not far away.

A man, with a faint yellow light on his head, outlined his tall and straight posture.

It seems to be the fairy in a green shirt.

The heart jumped quickly and the blood pressure rose, so ye Xiaoyu stumbled to the man, grabbed his arm and said hoarsely, "immortal, why are you here?"

The man didn't move, but said faintly, "Miss, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk." Ye Xiaoyu narrowed his eyes and tried to see his face.

But his eyes took away his soul, calm, no temperature, such indifferent and alienated color belongs to darkness, but it is the only light in the darkness.

Ye Xiaoyu vaguely saw his embarrassed appearance in his eyes.

Ye Xiaoyu bowed his head, smiled bitterly and murmured, "you are not an immortal! I see the wrong person."

The man's lips tilted and asked slowly, "have you been abandoned by the gods?"

Hearing this, ye Xiaoyu woke up half drunk and suddenly blew his hair. He shouted at him, "fuck you! Which eye of yours sees me abandoned!"

The man didn't seem to care at all. He raised his eyebrows and looked like the deep sea: he said faintly, "so I'm lucky to know Miss's name?"

Ye Xiaoyu waved proudly and blurted out: "Ye Xiaoyu."

But at this time, his body suddenly warmed. Ye Xiaoyu looked at his long shirt, and suddenly felt a warm feeling spreading from his limbs.

In the morning, ye Xiaoyu got up in pain from the bed, rubbed the hair of the chicken nest, glanced at the clothes under the bed inadvertently, and his drowsiness immediately withdrew. My mother? Where did this come from? Is there a man sleeping next to me?

Ye Xiaoyu immediately turned his head and looked at the bedside.