Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

What is a thought of life and death.

He finally understood.

This origin is actually between one's own thoughts.

If it hadn't been for the letter from brother Huang, if it hadn't been for the departure of Nangong, he might not have moved this idea.

Perhaps, from the moment he decided to come to Dongzhou and Chang'an city.

The world has changed.

And what about the future?

What impact will it have?

Yunqingrang can't deduce it for the time being.

Xia Qingluo walked over, took his arm, leaned her head against his solid arm and opened her mouth low, "master, is it difficult and complicated?"

"Well, it's a little complicated." Yunqing asked softly, but then comfortingly patted Xia Qingluo's small head and said intimately, "we're going to have dinner. I'll take you down."

"Shifu, don't you have... Anything else to ask?" Xia Qingluo looked at the man with a long body on his side, blinked watery eyes, and asked with some uncertainty.

Does this man have no curiosity?

Why is it so easy to hear such hot news.

"What do you ask?" Yunqing asked her to pinch her little face and smile. "It's enough for you to stand beside me now."

After Yun qingrang finished, he hugged Xia Qingluo's waist and left the high roof.

Come and go without trace.

There is a return to solitude.

The night is ethereal, but quiet and distant.

There is only a little cold fragrance in the air, which proves that someone has been here just now.

However, after they left, a drop of water fell from the air with a tick.

Splashed on the green tiles, it should have been a water stain, but I didn't expect that since the water droplets were still there.

Rolling around on the roof.

Like a drop of transparent pearl, but it is changing its shape, a cloud, a grass, an ant, a miniature dog, and then a little man with a thumb high.

He danced and rolled on the roof.

When it rolled to the west, it turned into a drop of water.

There is a gentle voice, low, coming out of the water drops, not male or female, but the voice is very clear and pleasant, just like this drop of water.

"You sure enough - are you still back?" it was low and soft, like a whisper between lovers.

Also seems to be talking to himself.

A gust of wind came, but there was nothing here.

Quiet as if it was just an illusion.

At the same time, the dust in the West.

Smoke swirled, and the vine tree that covered the sky still stood there quietly.

The Buddha, together with the Buddha, sat in front of the white jade tea table under the tree. The tea fragrance curled. In the distance, the Buddha's voice sang softly, bringing infinite ethereal and distant.

It makes people feel like spring breeze, peaceful, no sorrow, no joy, indifferent and quiet.

"Buddha, I didn't expect that after so many years of hardships, I finally found the holy lotus." Tianzun sighed with infinite emotion.

The Buddha nodded with a kind voice, "Nanwu amituo Buddha is also a wish of empress Nuwa."

"Well." the Heavenly Master sipped his tea and looked at the Buddha, "since he knows the whereabouts of the holy lotus, why do you pretend to be someone else and ask Xia Qingluo to get it? If Yunzhi didn't arrive in time, I'm afraid it would be blown up by the little girl."

"The holy lotus is spiritual," the Buddha shook his head. "If it's not for someone, you can't see it."

"Those two children have done something as great as heaven." the emperor praised.