The Demon in the Mirror

The talking girl had a slim figure, a face like a hibiscus, and her brows looked like willows. Her voice was very soft, like a beautiful magic moon.

There are many beauties in the West Wind Dark Road Palace, but one or two can be seen from the appearance of all the beauties. She hadn't spoken yet, and the girl said again: "No matter who you are, whether it's a man or a ghost, come and talk with me."

The voice was cold, and the words were more lonely. Xifeng noticed that no palace person appeared in this courtyard. She lowered her eyebrows and asked, "Where is this place?"

The girl looked at her and suddenly smiled: "You don't even know where is here? Then why are you here, even if you are walking around, you can't go here. Look at your clothes ... Um, sleep Clothing? You are a ghost. "

"I'm a good person this year." Xifeng, who was about to report his name, said stiffly. "It's called Cuihua. You can call me Xiaohua."

"Cuihua? This name is really nice." The girl said, "My name is Qian Luo."

"Nice?" Xifeng knows that the name is definitely scumming. She didn't expect that there will be other people praised besides Qingyuan in this world. She thought for a moment and suddenly understood what was happening.

"Well." Qian Luo said, "I am Liang Guo."

The west wind suddenly said: "Liang Guo?"

"Ok."

Xifeng knows Liang Guo, and the world has already been divided into ten countries, but it is not only the ten countries. There are also some small countries that are not included in it, such as the country of flowers, such as Liang. They claim to be kingdoms, but in front of the ten powerful countries, they are at best a princely force.

Liang Guo ...

What a distant name, I didn't expect to hear it here.

Xifeng looked at her and said, "You are ..."

Qian Luo said: "The princess who was sent to the pro-five five years ago, the two countries had already said yes, I will come to pro-pro, and Yueguo will form an alliance with us. Whoever wants the emperor of the lunar kingdom to rebel, not only did not help our country, but also fell to the ground. I waited for the opportunity to assassinate him, but without success. Later, he trapped me here for four years. "

She said these words calmly, her eyes light. Xu is because four years have passed, and the coldness here has eroded her hatred. Only when talking about the native land, the eyes of nostalgia will be revealed.

Xifeng listened quietly and asked, "So you haven't taken a step here for four years?"

"Well." Qian Luo raised his eyes slightly, looking at the dark night without moonlight, as if he could see his native land, murmured, "I really want to go home ..."

Xifeng looked at her quietly, and some ... could not breathe.

"Xiaohua, do you like listening to music?"

Speaking of the tune, the west wind suddenly regained his mind: "You are the one who blows the tune at night?"

Qian Luo smiled and leaned over to sit on the smooth stone steps. Here she sat every day, no dust, very clean. She touched an oval white thing larger than her slap from her arms, and looked at the west wind and said, "I don't have a lot of music. If you come here every day, you might be bored. But ... you should only come tonight , It ’s not a problem. "

"what is this?"

"This is Xun, a unique musical instrument of Liang Guo. It is generally made of pottery clay, and there are bones as well. I was carved by animal bones. When I was ten years old, my father and empress sent me."

Xifeng sat down cross-legged and looked at the Xun on her hand. This is an eight-hole instrument. Xu is something she hasn't seen before, nor does it resemble any of Yueguo's instruments, so it seems very novel.

The sound of Xun was steady and the tone was full. The breath when she played was well controlled, and no sudden abrupt tone came out, with a heavy sense of indulgence.

Westwind remembered his mother again.

Always love to wear white clothes, in the devil world, like the mother of the holy white lotus.

She bends her knees slowly, arms around her legs, and listens to her trumpet. The more she listens, the deeper her heart is.

It sounds fascinating and drunk in the arms of the missing person.

A demon fluttered gently from the side, like a fish hook, pulling the lost west wind back to God. She looked abruptly and saw that her head appeared again, squatting next to her to listen to music, and sniffing her nose from time to time, as if she was about to cry.

It noticed that someone was staring at itself, looking away, looking at the west wind for a moment, and suddenly jumped in place, fell heavily, and went underground. The West Wind pulled the ground twice, and disappeared the gluttonous trace again.

Xifeng thought Qingyuan was still in the room weakly, feeling uneasy and just finished the song. She got up and said, "Qian Luo, I will come again when I have time, and I have to leave beforehand."

Qian Luoweiton, the eyes are momentary reluctance and loneliness. Xifeng could see that she still wanted to talk to her, at least for a while. But for a moment she smiled slightly: "Well, okay."

That look was too reluctant to see the West Wind heart guilty. When she went back to see Qingyuan, she came over tomorrow night and listened to her trumpet.

West wind came out of this courtyard, and fearing that he would forget where it was next time, he went around and looked at the door plaque.

The plaque was hanging high on the door, and it was already dusted. It seemed that no one had cleaned it for a long time. It was full of worries and sad music.

Ban Huating.

Just looking at the name makes people feel cold.

For a moment in silence, she suddenly felt as if she had stepped on the soles of her feet. When she looked down, she saw a big mouth opening on the ground, as if to swallow her whole person.

Xifeng suddenly felt that this gluttonous haunted her, so how could she haunt her. She lifted her foot and stepped on it, and the stomach was so painful that she hurriedly closed her mouth, and then she had to drill down. This drill, however, found that a gold net was laid out sometime underground, and there was no way to escape.

"Humph." Xifeng grabbed the gold net with one hand and lifted it up, dragging the huge head out of the ground for a long time.

The trapped glutton "Aoao" screamed, trying to break free of this big net, and finally found that he couldn't escape at all, so he crouched on the ground to look at her, a pair of big eyes full of grievances, touched the golden net lightly, and "ao" I begged her to let it go.

Xifeng squatted down to look at it, but the gluttonous demon was not fierce, nor was she as full of anger as the banshee. She did not immediately conquer it, but asked: "Since I entered the palace, you have followed me and said, , Are you in love with me? "

Gluttony shook his head desperately.

"... then why do you follow me all the time, isn't it the coveted beauty?"

Gourmet shook his head vigorously again.

"..." West Wind punched it in anger, "It's not!"

"... Ao ..."

"Then why do you always follow me?"

There was no sound of gluttony, and he suddenly jumped and cried towards her back. Xifeng glanced back and found nothing, and suddenly felt wrong. When he looked back, he saw gluttonously opened his mouth, sucked the golden net from inside, and even swallowed the net. When she saw herself, she jumped on the spot and submerged again.

Xifeng stretched out his hand to catch it, but it moved so quickly that he disappeared three feet underground in a blink of an eye.

"Cunning." Xifeng squatted for a while, thinking he would follow her again, and would appear again, but he was not in a hurry to find it. Let's go back to see Qingyuan first, and I don't know if I'm thirsty yet, but in the palace compound, where did she go to find water for him.

Back at the listening to the Accord, Xifeng was tired and fell down. Tonight she walked back and forth many times and her legs were sore.

She jumped in from the window and saw that Qingyuan was still lying on the table, with teapots all over her head, and she didn't know where he stole it from. She passed by carefully, sniffing his nose, her breath was even and smooth, and it was fine. She was not at ease and touched his forehead. With this touch, Qingyuan suddenly "lived" and took her hand.

Perceiving the force of clenching from his hand, Xifeng felt relieved: "Are you all right?"

"Originally it was fine." Qingyuan pulled her over to sit down and saw that her knees were covered with light dust, and reached out to dust her. "The cats of God Realm are cleaner than you."

Xifeng hummed: "Compare the little fairy, and now compare the cat with me." She looked at the dusting hands for her, remembering that at the beginning, he had to "give back" every time he wiped the dirty things, now ... ... will shoot her dirty things.

Thinking about it, I saw that his knee had been cleaned by him. Before waiting for her to show her face, he saw him look at the slightly dirty hand for a moment, and then wiped it on her clean bedclothes.

"..." She shouldn't have any good illusions about this clean-loving Qinglong!

She patted the nightgown angrily, and it couldn't be taken off. She really became a little dirty cat. She looked at him angrily and said, "No more slaps on a candy in the future."

Qingyuan frowned: "I didn't give you sugar and didn't slap you. Why are you always wronging people and bad girls."

Xifeng grabbed his hand in annoyance and took a bite. When it was released, two rows of shallow tooth marks were printed on it, as if accidentally biting hard. Seeing him looking down, she quickly pressed his hand. But Qingyuan had seen it. He raised his hand and looked at the tooth mark on it. He looked at it seriously, and saw the west wind wanting to run, afraid he would beat her.

"West wind." Qing Yuan said, "Your teeth are really neat."

"..." Unexpected words made Xifeng stunned for a while, and she couldn't help laughing out loud. She got her head into his arms and laughed.

With Qingyuan present, anything sad can disappear immediately.

She really likes him more and more.

Qingyuan, who did n’t know what she was laughing, was tickled by her head, but she dared not push her, fearing she would roll off the stool and beat him up.

Xifeng smiled for a long while before he came out of his arms, looked at him, looked at him for a while, and said, "I like you, Qingyuan."

The eyes are bright, as bright as the moon, and as the vast galaxy, dazzling, Qingyuan slightly stunned, there is an inexplicable rush.

Xifeng got away and wanted to leave. Whoever wanted his waist to be taken by him, directly dragged her back and fell back into his arms. She didn't have time to scold, her body was firmly held by him, her chin was also clamped by his hand, her handsome face pressed her head down excessively, facing the breeze, her lips and teeth were lightly closed, and her lips were tapped.

The west wind suddenly froze.

Qingyuan bent and pressed lightly, holding her whole body, not letting her move, not letting her escape.

He ingested the temperature in her lips, and all the unspoken words turned into a deep affection.

I don't know what the enthusiasm for this chest overflow, but he likes it very much.

At the moment when Xifeng said he liked him, he seemed to finally understand what he liked.

Unlike liking the world, unlike peaches, and Xiaohuo's friends, his liking for Westwind is completely different.

completely different.

He wants west wind.

I want to hold her like this for a lifetime.

For a long time, the lips are separated and the feelings are thick. Qingyuan breathed gently, lowered her head against the hot cheeks, and said, "I like you too, Westwind."