Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 2023 Tribulation Fruit (27)

  Gently covered her with warm and cool hands, caressed carefully, touching her delicate and smooth skin.

  The movements are gentle and extremely intimate.

  Like a very loving couple. She took a step forward, as always, and hugged him.

  The big tail behind her swayed silently, and she rubbed against his chest clingily, making a humming, coquettish voice.

   "I'm hungry and want to eat the noodles you made."

   It's clear that she hasn't been separated for a long time, but she seems a little insecure and always likes to be close to him.

  Like a little fox who hasn't shed its childishness yet.

  The noble and cold Emperor Dijun caressed her thin and slender back, lowered his head, and hugged her tightly.

  Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, as if he had sensed something, he raised his eyes slightly.

  The thin and cool phoenix eyes were cold for a moment.

   Immediately, he hugged the charming girl who was clinging to him in his arms.

  Turn around and close the door.

  The door of the bedroom was closed immediately.

   "Huh? I want to eat noodles!"

  In the bedroom, the squeamish fox made a fuss, feeling a little dissatisfied.

   But soon, her voice disappeared.

   Quietly, in front of the palace gate, nothing can be heard.

  The screen was immediately shattered by a powerful force.

  Violent air waves burst out from the screen, instantly reversing.

"boom-"

  The person who was peeping in front of the mirror was shaken away vigorously.

  The small cave was shaken, and the gravel fell.

   "Pfft..." The weak and poor woman was smashed heavily on the stone wall like a piece of rag.

  A sweet liquid with a rusty taste gushed out of his throat.

   Big mouthfuls of blood were spit out uncontrollably, staining the tiny sandstones on the ground red.

  The body immediately fell to the foot of the stone wall, and the beautiful white dress was even stained with the scorching color that shouldn't be there.

  Weak, sad, there is nothing worse than mourning.

  She fell to the ground, her soft fingers sank deep into the sand.

  The body remained motionless, and the crystal tears fell silently, drop by drop.

   fell on the Shi Shuo stained with her warm red blood, the tears splashed and melted immediately.

   Soaked in the thorny gravel, never to be seen again.

  She fell there, her extremely thin shoulders trembling silently.

  Like a helpless pure white butterfly in a stormy night, being dropped drop by drop by the merciless cold rain without mercy.

   "Sister Fei'er—"

  When Qing Luoma came here, the first thing she saw was such a pity scene.

  Her heart ached and she ran over immediately.

   "How are you? Is there anything wrong? How did you fall?"

   She cared about it, but she was in a mess. After helping her up, she realized that such a poor and weak person had tears on her face.

   Endured it silently.

  The lips were bitten and blood came out.

  The blood beads burst brightly.

  Qingluo helped her up distressedly, and quickly took out the handkerchief she carried with her to wipe her tears.

   "Sister... are you okay... don't cry..."

  However, the seemingly weak person grabbed her hand.

  Extremely vigorous, eyes full of tears, staring at her firmly.

   Choking.

   "Is he really... going to get married?"

   "And one, fox?"

  This news, she seems to have known it for a long time.

  Qing Luo opened her mouth, seeing her about to collapse, she hesitated to speak.

"elder sister…"

   "Answer me! Did you!?"

  Her voice broke out instantly, as if she was on the verge of collapse.

  (end of this chapter)