Demon princess is too hard to chase

Outside the door, yanzimo looked at the closed door, listening to the words, eyebrows a burst of light jump, forehead cold sweat Qin Qin.

Blind date

This dead girl!

sleep

Some helplessly dropped a word, and yanzimo also went back to his yard. In the room, Yun qianruo watched him leave from the crack of the door, and could not help but smile and bend his eyebrows, "Lady Yan... Fairy Yan... Yan Ruyu... Poof - ha ha..."

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In fact, Yan Mei is more suitable for her cousin's gentle temperament and beautiful appearance. Unfortunately, this name has been usurped by abnormal beauty!

After simple grooming, Yun qianruo throws himself directly to bed, holding the pillow, but he doesn't feel sleepy.

"All right! You're more obedient and fast. Otherwise, hum

In the laughter, Yun qianruo turns over, takes a puppet out of his sleeve, looks at it in his hand for a while, and suddenly wants to carve a beautiful woman

"That idiot... Was born with a statue. It must be fun to carve it!"

It's a pity that she has never carved. It seems that she doesn't have this skill

"Is it OK to have a try?"

It's a big deal. I can't bear to see it carved out!

"Just enough to ward off evil spirits!"

At the thought of exorcism, Yun qianruo had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he was interested again. "Why don't you draw some beautiful pictures for him some other day? Stick it directly on the door to ward off ghosts and evil spirits? "

"Well! not bad

In my mind, I think that Yun qianruo doesn't know when she fell asleep. When she fell asleep, the quilt wasn't covered, and she still had a puppet in her hand.

The moon is frosty, quiet and cold, and a figure floats quietly in front of the bed, like the night's black clothes blowing gently in the breeze, swaying out the shadow of the cold devil.

Beimingfeng takes a look at the little girl with a pillow on her bed. She pulls the corner of her mouth slightly, bends down and covers the quilt for her. Then she takes the puppet from her hand and puts it under the pillow, so as not to hurt herself when she is asleep.

Maybe, after tossing about for most of the night, yunqianruo was a little sleepy. Maybe, she was already familiar with and used to the existence of Beiming wind. For his breath, the divine consciousness would automatically set it as safe and would not have any vigilance. Therefore, she had been sleeping peacefully.

Until the dawn breaks, and the dawn comes again.

When she woke up, the room was empty. Finally, Yun qianruo found the puppet under the pillow. She was still wondering whether she would return things when she fell asleep!?

Although some doubt, but also did not make him think.

After breakfast, the wife of the villa leader personally leads Yun qianruo to Fuyue Pavilion, accompanied by yanzimo and his chess crazy friend nalanrui.

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flower these

Looking at them, there will always be a sense of inexplicable, for a time, it is not clear what it is.

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Sound transmission into the secret: ruoer? What's up?

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Next to her, an Yirou explained with a smile, "Qingyi likes orchids the most. She has a special love for orchids since she was a child. Therefore, she only grows orchids in her yard. Maybe over the years, this land has become a paradise for orchids. Even in this late autumn, orchids are also blooming very well."

Just then, the door opened with a "squeak" and a woman in a white dress came out of the door slowly, with a weak willow supporting the wind.

She just came over, stepping on the light of the morning, passing through the sea of clouds and flowers, quietly like a quiet orchid in the empty valley, elegant, absolutely vulgar, free from dust.

She is very beautiful. She is not the most beautiful woman in the world. However, she has a kind of breathtaking beauty. She is quiet and unobtrusive, but it can't be ignored.

Because of her long illness, Xu's skin color is too pale. Under the sun, she even has the illusion of being almost transparent, which not only does not affect her beauty, but also adds a bit of tenderness.

Looking at her, people can't help but think of, under the mist and cold smoke, the shallow moonlight of the river, a little pale, but blurred and soft.

At the moment of seeing her, Yun qianruo breathed, and countless white lights flashed in his brain, mixed with countless fragmentary fragments, and fuzzy pictures flashed in his mind, as if something was ready to come out, but people couldn't grasp it.

Heart, suddenly some inexplicable pain, no reason, as if just to see her that moment.

Yun qianruo frowned, reached out and rubbed his temple, but the voice of yanzimo was full of worry, "ruoer, what's the matter? But it's uncomfortable? "