Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"Men fall in love with men and women fall in love with women." Xia Qingluo said disapprovingly.

Yunqing's face suddenly changed.

"Xia Qingluo, don't talk nonsense."

"How nonsense? It's just the soul of the wrong fetus. There's no fuss." Xia Qingluo said innocently with her eyes staring at Yun qingrang.

Yunqing didn't speak.

Just looking at Xia Qingluo quietly.

The eyes are a little hairy.

Xia Qingluo became interested, approached yunqingrang, raised her eyes and asked, "master, why do you talk like this today?"

Is this Yunqing loved by a man?

Feel it?

It can't be true!

The Jiaxiu?

Xia Qingluo's eyes were blankly, and her mind was shining.

God, No.

Jiaxiu actually likes yunqingrang.

Even if it is reincarnation, don't let go?

Love and kill each other!

Xia Qingluo thinks more and more about it.

She is different from yunqingrang.

Yunqing seldom says what makes her think.

Xia Qingluo said what she wanted.

She opened her mouth and asked, "master, does that Jiaxiu Tianjun like you, so he wants to use me to lead you out. You didn't hear him say he would come back before he left."

"Nonsense." Yunqing gave a look, waved his sleeves, turned and left.

The little demon can't talk to her too much.

Especially this mouth, I want to seal it for her now.

Yunqing doesn't want to talk to the demon. He leans against the beauty couch, picks up the book on the shelf and reads it.

The candlelight in the room was flickering, and the faint fragrance of plants and trees was quietly diffused in the study.

In the candlelight shaking, the man dressed in white, the sword eyebrows into the temples, the tall bridge of the nose is like a dark blue mountain, the thin lips are light in color, and his figure is slender like a jade tree standing nearby. Under the reflection of the candlelight, he is poetic and picturesque.

Xia Qingluo grabbed yunqingrang's letter and approached him with a smile. "Master, you really don't know that man?"

"I don't know." Yun qingrang's voice was faint.

"Boring." Xia Qingluo whispered a few words. It's good to let Yunqing go anywhere, but it's not funny.

Yunqing asked Xia Qingluo to smile, bright and beautiful, and teased him with a little pride. Finally, he softened his voice and waved, "come here."

"Why?" Xia Qingluo blinked.

"We don't stay here long, so don't plant too much cause and effect with them."

"What do you mean?"

"Xia Qingluo, don't you know that you will have a disaster ten years later?" Yun Qing asked positively.

"What, heaven's disaster?" Xia Qingluo widened her eyes for a moment.

She still has a robbery. What's going on?

Looking at Xia Qingluo, I really don't know.

Yunqing asked her to smile with a gentle breath. "Sit down and I'll talk to you in detail."

Xia Qingluo knew it was a little important, so she sat opposite, "I really don't know. I still have a disaster. What's that?"

With a wave of his sleeve, Yunqing set up a border around the hall and reached out to caress Xia Qingluo's dark hair. The soft and fragrant touch made him reluctant to part with it.

He took a deep breath and spoke softly with Xia Qingluo.

The candle shadow swayed, the moon was like water, but the hall was filled with a faint fragrance, as if the room was full of flowers, warm and beautiful.

Beside the cloister outside the hall, lily of the valley was still holding a tea tray in her hand.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, she turned around and looked at the hall with the door closed. Her face became more and more pale under the reflection of the moonlight.

His fingers trembled, too.

He put the tray in his hand on the stone table and walked towards the end of the corridor.

The shadow of the tree swayed, making her even more lonely.

She dared not break into the hall again.

Worried about the serious consequences of angering uncle Huang.

Just now I heard Xia Qingluo giggling, but now I can't hear anything.

She can guess a thing or two when she sees too many books.

The hall must have been isolated from the outside world by Uncle Huang.

Lily of the valley was so sad that she couldn't breathe.

I don't know where it comes from, so I'm deeply in love!

Maybe that's the truth.

Unable to explain her persistence, lily of the valley is really jealous of the uncle Huang's apprentice, Xia Qingluo.

Always laughing.

Wherever you go, it's like bringing your own sunshine.

The eyes are as clear as the autumn sky.

No wonder uncle Huang is so nervous about her.

Such a girl is different.

When she went out once, she was not hurt, but Uncle Huang was hurt.

But Uncle Huang not only didn't blame her, but coaxed her in soft words.

Which life did Xia Qingluo cultivate this blessing.

Can you get such love from Uncle Huang?

I think she can't do this for tens of thousands of years!

Lily of the valley was suddenly surprised!

What was that idea just now, and why did it appear in my mind so strangely.

What? Tens of thousands of years. She's only eighteen. It's really ridiculous.

Lily of the valley stood in front of the lotus pond in the corridor. The moon fell in the pond. The breeze blew, and the ripples swayed in circles, turning into a pool of moonlight.

She looked at the light pink lotus nearest to her under the moonlight, but felt that the future was boundless. A burst of sadness came from her heart. She picked up the silk handkerchief, covered her face and sobbed low.

Xuanyuanze, who had been invisible, couldn't help it anymore.

How could that arrogant, noble and cold goddess cry?

And cry so sad.

Is it reincarnation?

As soon as he came here, he saw Nanyan floating aimlessly with his pale face and tray like a wandering soul.

His amber eyes covered the beautiful face under the moonlight, and the future and past came like a tide.

That is the goddess of Buzhou mountain - Nanyan.

He made a cigarette in private.

Although she never promised.

However, he only called her ah Yan.

The ancient barren land is a channel connecting heaven and earth.

The sky is dark and the wind is cold.

He led the demon army there and saw Nanyan, the goddess of buzhoushan, with two full moon machetes and white clothes.

His face is beautiful, his eyes are flowing, a peach smile on his jade bones and ice muscles, and three thousand green silk swaying in the wind, which seems to burn him in an instant.

Ten thousand years at a glance is also a catastrophe.

Jiaxiu's heart ached slightly. He held his breath and turned his eyes to look at the direction of the hall. He was also shocked that yunqingrang, the so-called emperor uncle, was the reincarnation of Yunzhi emperor!

Then, even if they are reincarnated, they will still meet.

What is this?

Bad luck?

Maybe.

He pressed down the sharp pain in his heart and took a deep breath.

He doesn't care whether he is found by Yunqing anymore.

However, he was worried that he would scare Nanyan.

After all, today's ah Yan is still a mortal, an 18-year-old girl who hasn't been out of the door.

Xuanyuan Ze lost his figure, attached the yuan God to the lotus nearest to the lily of the valley, and coughed gently.