Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo made a big face at him, "ugly, come and catch me."

Xia Qingluo quickly and gently stood on tiptoe, flew forward and went straight to the roof, and the white man immediately ran after Xia Qingluo.

The sinister wind of that palm technique was so fast that Xia Qingluo almost caught it.

Xia Qingluo saw that the time was almost right. When she stepped on the eaves, her body bent back 90 degrees, and her back was almost close to his head. Xia Qingluo quickly grabbed his hands, held his white hair in his hands, moved her wrist, turned the cane whip into a sharp blade, and twisted all his long hair.

Sure enough, Xia Qingluo didn't expect it.

He suddenly gave a painful cry, and his legs knelt on the roof.

Xia Qingluo let go of her hand, threw the white hair on the ground and kicked the ghost man down.

Looking at him who has become a bad climate, Yi Zhengyan said, "you are already like this. Don't make a dying struggle. Who are you, who sent you, and where are those women now?"

"Go to the palace of the king of hell to inquire." the man suddenly turned into a red Python and rushed straight at Xia Qingluo.

Nima, Xia Qingluo is most afraid of this thing.

He even forgot to avoid for a moment. When he was about to be entangled by the python, a dazzling white awn flashed, and the python was cut in two by a cold sword.

Rolling happily on the ground

Xia Qingluo suddenly looked up and saw Yunqing coming.

His clothes are not stained with fine dust. Looking at him, he feels as if he is standing on the top of the mountain and looking up at the dazzling stars. It seems that he can touch it as soon as he reaches out his hand, but it is too far away.

Xia Qingluo looked down at herself. During the fight, she didn't know where the Phoenix crown fell. Her hair was messy. Her fiery red wedding dress was covered with dust and scratches one after another.

Xia Qingluo has never been so embarrassed.

At that moment in my heart, I didn't know whether it was anger or grievance. My heart was boiling, but Xia Qingluo looked calm.

She lowered her eyes and gently said, "thank you..."

Yunqing asked Xia Qingluo to look at her quietly, her star eyes slightly. Look unpredictable.

Did you say thank you to him.

When did two people split up like this?

His pupils contracted in an instant.

He grabbed Xia Qingluo's hand.

Xia Qingluo instinctively wanted to take away her hand, but because of the excessive strength, she cried out in pain, "let go of me, what are you doing?"

Yunqing didn't let go. She still held Xia Qingluo's hand and looked at her.

His eyes flashed many things Xia Qingluo couldn't understand. Was it heartache, pain or regret.

Xia Qingluo felt that the hand holding her finger was trembling, and the warmth from that hand was so concrete and abstract.

This made her eyes a little sour, and she tried not to cry.

Yunqing let suppress the anger in his heart. His voice has become very cold, "what's the matter with your red wedding dress?"

"What does it have to do with you?" Xia Qingluo's voice seemed to have no temperature. She said word by word, "Yun qingrang, you said... You don't want anything."

Yunqing let his body suddenly stagnate. He immediately released his hand. His expression was hidden in the cold moonlight. It seemed that he had restored his previous indifference and alienation. "Well, we're over. Now you can enjoy the life you want."