Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

"Are you calling me?" Xia Qingluo frowned and fell gently from the air.

Walking slowly towards Jiaxiu.

With each step, a bright four leaf flower blooms under your feet.

That's the favorite of God Qingluo.

And this green grassland seems to have found its owner.

With the footsteps of Xia Qingluo, there were waves of green waves.

The air became fragrant and slowly dissipated the humidity and haze just now.

Jiaxiu Tianjun seemed to be fixed. He stared at the slowly coming green rose God without blinking.

Just as we first met.

At that time, he was very young. He followed Tian Tian to the west to listen to the Buddha's recitation of the Lotus Sutra. However, at the beginning, there was a crisp and pleasant female laughter from the West holy land.

The laughter was very refreshing. After listening to it, people were shocked.

There is unspeakable joy.

When he was young, he couldn't stand loneliness. Looking up, he saw that the Buddha had come down from the lotus throne and looked at the clouds in surprise.

So he pedaled and ran out.

I saw a woman in green, walking barefoot in the clouds, but with each step, her feet were full of four red petals and huge fluorescent flowers.

The breeze is gentle and the glow is little.

Countless green leaves and flying flowers play intimately around her

This western holy land is dotted with green and full of infinite vitality.

After that day, he knew that this was a very old and young god.

He is lively and sometimes tricky.

I also like playing tricks.

Like to eat, drink and play, like to travel all over the world.

I also like to listen to the Buddha chanting quietly.

Sandalwood is few and quiet like orchid.

He loves to stick to her more and more. He likes to see her build an oasis in the desert and dye the dead wood green

Jiaxiu's eyes are a little hazy. He hasn't known how many years. When he thinks of it, he always feels that there is a very important person in his life who has been forgotten by him.

Occasionally wake up in a dream, but as long as you think about it, you have a splitting headache.

Like the last time I heard Xia Qingluo's laughter on horseback, I even fell from the air in pain at that time.

It turned out that it was not a disease, it was sealed.

"Sister Qingluo..." Jiaxiu's voice choked, and his pale face didn't have a trace of blood, "I......"

"Are you?"

"I'm Jiaxiu. You often call me xiaojiaxiu." he opened his mouth difficultly, and his hand stained with Xia Qingluo's blood was trembling slightly.

"Oh..." Xia Qingluo patted her head. At this time, she felt quite strange. Everything seemed to be in a dream.

It seems that you are talking, but it doesn't look like you.

The body and action seem to be independent of the brain.

But she knew she was still alive.

"You don't remember me?"

"Xiaojiaxiu?" Xia Qingluo remembered, as if in a dream, she once ran around crazy with a child, "... Have you grown up?"

"Well, I've grown up..." Jiaxiu said dryly.

The bloody hand slowly clenched up and dared not look up at Xia Qingluo's eyes.

"Grown up and powerful, you can take your sister Qingluo's heart with your bare hands?" Xia Qingluo turned her back and looked at Jiaxiu with a slight sneer at the corners of her mouth.

"I'm wrong. I don't know that little demon is your reincarnation. Sister Qingluo, hit me. You kill me. I have no complaints..."

"You grow crooked..." Xia Qingluo said faintly, "even if the little demon is not my reincarnation, what qualification do you have to take her life? I didn't teach you that when you were young."