Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Furuo pulled his arm and said, "let's go and eat in the car."

Jiaxiu frowned, remembered something and said to her, "go back to the house first."

"Don't follow that carriage?" asked furuo curiously.

"No, I have something else to do." after saying that, Jiaxiu ate the sugar gourd in his hand three times, five times and two. He couldn't bear to look at the crowd. His body flashed and disappeared.

The onlookers were stunned.

Fro was stunned.

The bastard left so suddenly that he left her alone in this strange town without saying hello.

It's a consistent style.

Her secret molars.

"Gu... Niang, where did the young man... Go just now?" an old man asked boldly.

Furuo shook the big fan, blinked and asked, "which young man?"

"Just now... I spoke to you." my voice trembled a little.

"I'm not talking to anyone."

"What...?"

"I don't see any young men, are you dazzled?" furuo said solemnly.

These people looked at each other. What about the mother? Did she see a ghost in broad daylight?

When I think of the scene I saw just now, all the onlookers turned white.

So, the panic dispersed.

Furuo shook her fan with satisfaction and walked towards her carriage.

But at the corner of the street, I heard a melodious and indifferent piano sound.

It was very beautiful, but when I heard it, I was suddenly sad.

Furuo's face was full of tears.

The sound of the piano has long been engraved in the bones.

And the only one who can play this song is that man.

Because she wrote this song!

Junya!

She is her childhood sweetheart - Junya!

She didn't even think about why Junya was still alive after so many years.

Her brain was almost blank, and there was only a haunting voice in her mind.

Furuo ran in the direction of the sound of the piano

……

A luxurious carriage slowly walked in the forest. The four weeks were quiet. Only the naughty birds in the woods kept chirping and chattering.

Later, when approaching a mountain peak, the carriage stopped.

The coachman picked up the wooden basin to get some water for the horse, but Xia Qingluo got out of the car.

Xiao hei and a Bai also flew towards the woods.

Yun qingrang then stood in front of her.

Xia Qingluo took a deep breath and sighed with satisfaction, "the air here is good."

Yunqing asked him to lift up his clothes and sit down on the fallen leaves. He asked softly, "is the air good here?"

He felt that Xia Qingluo seemed to like to make such an exclamation.

Xia Qingluo walked a few steps to yunqingrang's side. Her small hand pulled his sleeve and smiled, "master, what do we eat at noon? We're always tired of eating cakes."

"Can't you eat it?" asked Yun Qing.

"No, master, I'm different from you. You can be satisfied with the West and north wind. I want to eat human fireworks."

Yunqing asked her to shake her head. Xia Qingluo always likes the desire of mouth and stomach, which adds a lot of difficulty to cultivation.

However, he couldn't bear to see Xia Qingluo wronged and hungry.

So, with a flick of his fingers, a slightly invisible light flashed, and there came the sound of falling like something falling to the ground.