Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

That's pretty much the same.

Nangong Li's face is much better.

After ordering people to serve wine and vegetables, the two simply had lunch in the pavilion.

Xia Qingluo just drank a small cup of peach blossom wine, and then ate happily.

"I really listen to your master." Nangong Li said bitterly, but quickly changed the topic, "do you have anything else to do with me?"

"HMM." Xia Qingluo took a sip of soup, turned his hand over, and a glass ball appeared in his hand, "give it back to you, thank you."

Nangong Li looked at the glass ball in the white palm. Her eyes fell on Xia Qingluo's Scarlet cheeks. Her lips moved, but they pursed into a faint radian.

"You're welcome," he said stiffly.

Xia Qingluo threw the glass ball to nangongli. Nangongli had no choice but to catch it. She moved her finger and put back the ring.

Xia Qingluo didn't want it. If he was forcing it to her, he was afraid that it would end up being ugly for both of them.

Nangong Li's nose suddenly moved back and forth. When he noticed that an unusual breath was coming, he picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for Xia Qingluo. He smiled charming. "After drinking this glass of wine, I may be able to find a way to distinguish whether long Feiyu is true or false."

"Really?" Xia Qingluo was a little happy. Looking at the wine glass, she had a drink anyway, and Nangong was here. No one dared to take it away.

So he cheerfully raised his glass. Just as he was about to pour wine into his mouth, there was a familiar wave in the air.

Wearing a white shirt, his picturesque face was faintly angry. Ruyu's fingers pressed Xia Qingluo's hand and whispered, "drink again?"

When Xia Qingluo saw Yun qingrang, her eyes were happy, "master, you're back."

"HMM." Yunqing asked Xia Qingluo to put down the wine cup in her hand, and pinched Xia Qingluo's cheek as if unintentionally. Her voice was as gentle as water and spoiled, "just want to drink?"

"Just one drink." Xia Qingluo argued in a low voice.

Nangong can't watch anymore.

A beautiful face is like a dark cloud.

Yunqing asked him to glance at her faintly, "it turns out that Nangong is away from you."

As he said, Nangong Li's heart was blocked.

"I'll be gone soon." Nangong Li stood up, glanced at Yun qingrang, who smiled at her lips, gritted his teeth and said, "I have something else to do. Let's go first."

After that, I just wanted to turn around and leave, but I stared at Xia Qingluo with a sultry smile, "there is only one seat in the beauty fighting conference of the flower Dynasty Festival."

After Yunqing let a few imperceptible frowns, he left with a childish smile.

Yunqing asked Xia Qingluo to hold her hand and asked casually, "what's the beauty fighting meeting?"

"Literally." Xia Qingluo replied with a smile.

But I was thinking, it's just a seat. Does she still need a seat.

You can go in whatever you want.

Then I thought, but I lost interest.

Because there is still a big difference between the perspective of people and the effect of plants on people.

Nangong Li knows this. According to his Sao Bao, he may have organized it, but Xia Qingluo has left it behind for several days.

Yun qingrang didn't ask. Anyway, no matter what will happen, he will always know.

After taking a look at Xia Qingluo's cheek, it was crimson like the peach petals in March, and her eyes were like fog. After drinking, she had a different style. Yunqing moved her heart, "do you want to drink?"