The Demon in the Mirror

Xifeng had a beautiful dream for a long time.

When she woke up, she couldn't quite remember what that dream was, but Qingyuan must be there. She opened her eyes and lay on the bed for a while. She even felt that Qingyuan kissed her probably also a dream. How could that dragon kiss her, he didn't even know what he liked.

But touching her lips, it hurts a little, and looking at the mirror, she was bitten into a corner, and she didn't find it yesterday.

Westwind continued to be in a daze, deeper and deeper, thinner and thinner, the touch of her lips and teeth was still clear to her. Thinking, blushing, a little overwhelmed, how would she face the dragon, what would she say to him later, how to say hello?

"Guru, grunt."

The sound of the water was moving, and it came from the side again. The west wind turned black with a black face, thinking that it was the gluttonous man, who thought it was Qingyuan.

She paused and asked, "You ... sitting next to this big bucket and drinking, why?"

Qingyuan, who feeds on water, holds her bucket and looks down at her: "Thirsty."

"You have been drinking water since last night." Westwind slowly sat up and said again, "Here from the well? Don't drink cold water, be careful of stomach pain."

"Then I can become the first **** in God Realm to drink a stomachache."

"..." Xifeng felt that she would be embarrassed because she was too worried. He kissed it and kissed it. There was no embarrassment at all.

She raised her hand and stretched her waist. Before her yawn was finished, she heard a "gal" sound, and she shook ... her waist twisted, and even yawn was swallowed back. She leaned over her waist and looked at the man, showing pain.

Qingyuan saw her looking at herself and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The waist twisted."

"I will rub it for you."

Xifeng lay on his side and sighed, "Old."

"You don't even have the odds of my age, how can you say that you are old." Qingyuan put down the bucket, weighed his strength, and then probed to help her rub it lightly.

The girl's waist is very soft, without any extra fat, nor thin.

This was just accidentally pulling the muscles and rubbing it for a while. Xifeng turned over and looked at him. If it wasn't for Qingyuan's hands, he would press on her belly. He hung his hands in the air, looked at the girl lying on the bed, and asked, "Does it hurt anymore?"

"Well." Xifeng looked at the sky outside the window and said painfully, "It's time for Yin, I have to practice etiquette, and I'll see the Lord tomorrow."

Even if she didn't want to be a concubine, she didn't want to do anything wrong and was snapped off the spot.

Qingyuan gave a meal, pressed his palm, pressed her small belly directly, and pressed her back. Westwind stared: "Why?"

Qingyuan said nothing.

Xifeng grabbed his hand and moved to sit up, and was pressed down by his palm, almost flattening his stomach. She was annoyed: "What the **** are you doing!"

Seeing her angry, Qingyuan stopped slightly and leaned to let her out. Xifeng said: "I'm going to change my clothes, you go behind the screen."

Qingyuan looked at the good-looking clothes on the stool, stood up and walked away, folded back, raised his legs, and kicked.

"... you give me out!"

"Oh." Qingyuan sullenly pierced through the closed door and sat on the doorstep looking at the girls in the courtyard.

Either nervous or happy, they all look good, but obviously the west wind is the most beautiful.

He was more worried.

The west wind is about to be taken care of. In case the emperor wants her to be a concubine, there is so much gold and silver in front of her, she is just afraid to promise.

At the beginning of the Dragon Palace, he didn't like Huang Cancan's gold, and he used jade. If any white jade pillar that needs three people to be surrounded by gold, the west wind will not like the emperor on earth. Unfortunately, hundreds of pillars are all made of jade.

He hated his poverty very much, how could he be so poor, how could he be so poor.

He looked at the people in the yard anxiously. They couldn't see him. They were still greeting each other. They raised their hands in the room. They were very gentle and completely different from the west wind.

Westwind is so special that it will definitely be seen at a glance.

After a while, the west wind came out and saw Qingyuan sitting in front of the door. Looking at him next to the stone steps and dust, he sat down without even cleaning the ground.

When she changed clothes, she suddenly understood why he kicked the stool, jealous.

Xifeng is not good to talk to him, lest the other beloved think she is speaking out of thin air, and pass directly by him.

Qingyuan saw that she didn't take care of herself, and after thinking about it, it seemed that he kicked the stool too much. Anyway, it was Xifeng's clothes.

He continued to look there until Xifeng followed the good people. After everyone had finished walking, he took his gaze back, looked at the round head next to him, and asked, "Why is your face swollen?"

The glutton jumped and complained: "Aoao, Aoao."

"It turned out that the west wind stepped on you. She is not a bad girl. Don't hate her." Qingyuan's eyes moved to its back, where there was a long iron chain.

There is no end to the iron chain, but the iron lock is fastened anywhere in the palace. It can move freely in the palace, but it cannot leave the palace.

"I will break this chain for you."

Qingyuan raised his hand to disconnect, and the gluttonous man immediately evaded and called again. Qingyuan said: "I'm not afraid that the man will trouble me, I will find him sooner or later." He said, holding his hand against the collarbone with his clothes, down the body, until his waist, "If not then He suddenly stopped me, and I could kill Moye. "

At that time, he and Mo Ye fought, and both of them were seriously injured. He had a slight upper hand. Mo Ye fled. On the way he chased, the man appeared suddenly, stabbing him who was seriously injured, leaving this one indelible. Scars.

If, if it were possible to kill Moye at that time, how good it would be, Westwind would not always have nightmares.

He was nagging, but he couldn't understand it. He suddenly looked in the direction of the Forbidden City. He noticed the deep sorrow, jumped three feet, said goodbye to him, and flew there quickly.

The sound of the iron chain beating on the golden tiles on the ground slammed, but no one except Qingyuan seemed to hear it.

The team of good people on the move is long, but no one speaks. Everyone is cautious when they first enter the court. Instead, the accompanying eunuch's wife knew that there was no master here, and would not be blamed. He whispered and sent this long and boring company.

"Isn't the Lord of the Spirit Palace coming? Why did we still have a strange voice last night, and we heard the dead."

"What a strange sound, why didn't I hear it."

"Sometimes in the fifth house, there are people playing, you haven't heard it."

"Nonsense, I have never heard of it."

Xifeng, who was following the team, looked at the **** who was walking with him. He coughed and attracted their attention. He asked quietly, "Father, I also heard it last night. The tune is very good."

The **** immediately said: "But no, this deaf man said he could not hear."

Another **** was dissatisfied and said, "Is there a ghost in your heart?"

"You are deaf."

"You have a ghost in your heart."

"Deaf ears."

"There are ghosts."

Xifeng busy intervening to stop the two from continuing to quarrel and deliberately asked, "Father, do you know where the song came from?"

"It's forbidden." The father-in-law looked around and said, "There is the place where Princess Liang Guo lived. That is the princess Liang Guo sent to his relatives. You are a girl of the official family. You should have heard of this matter. What she likes is dancing and blowing music, and she is also very fond of it. But she boldly assassinated him, and when she was angry, she was put into a banned court. "

These words are not different from what Qian Luo said to her last night. Xifeng determined that her identity is Princess Liang Guo, even if she likes to sing songs.

What about the gluttonous man.

Do you want to clean up the gluttony when you enter the palace at this time?

Isn't he a big conspiracy?

Xifeng feels uncomfortable thinking about a thousand battles. The Ling Palace has been in the world for more than 50 years, and has already submitted the princes of the ten kingdoms, so the actual human rule is the Ling Temple.

The power of the world is controlled by the Ling Temple, that is to say ... the seemingly scattered forces of the Six Realms have actually merged several shares.

Only God Realm is still suspicious of each other, sticking to one side, and even thinking about how to restrain the general.

Since ancient times, emperors have lived in peace for a long time, and there is no awareness of internal and external troubles. They only want to consolidate the imperial power from the inside, unload and kill donkeys, but ignore the outside ants eating.

Even if God Realm is strong now, Demon Realm has long been recuperating and resting. The Demon King came out of God Realm and knows God Realm well. Although there is no terrible force in the world, but the outstanding spirit and the spiritual power of the world are inexhaustible Inexhaustible, once controlled, became the battlefield of the Six Realms, God Realm will inevitably suffer.

As she walked, she thought, this matter, she had to mention it to Qingyuan, and she couldn't let God Realm go on like this. God Realm is in turmoil, Qingyuan will also be involved in it.

She didn't want to see that situation.

I don't want to see Qingyuan leading the army alone against the allied enemy.

I wanted to follow the stupid Qinglong to live a stable life in the world, just eating, drinking and catching monsters every day, but now it seems that it can't work.

Xifeng sighed softly, looking at the beautiful people in front of him, his eyes gloomed. In the world of Anhe, the dark tide is surging and the crisis is looming.

For the demon and demon world, the human world is undoubtedly the best battlefield. After all, mortal hands have no power to resist.

The west wind after a day of etiquette was almost crawling back, standing straight for the first half hour, smiling with a toothless smile and a good-looking smile, gentle and gentle, walking must be gentle breeze, there are palace people in two quick steps Step forward to correct.

Where is the choice of concubine, clearly the choice of model, in the future, the harem concubines are all a gesture, the emperor is not tired, why do so many beautiful people, only one is enough to represent the three thousand beauties of the harem.

Xifeng entered the room diagonally, seeing Qingyuan collapsed in his arms, grabbed his hand and said: "Knead the waist, rub the back, rub the legs."

Qingyuan asked curiously: "Are you going to choose concubines or suffering?"

"Good Friday!"

"Then do you want to be a concubine?"

"Don't need it! When I think about how to finish Cuihua, let's run quickly. This palace is not a place for people to treat." Xifeng complained, and suddenly saw him cheer up, she stared, "Are you even happy? Crying Show you, no conscience! "

Qingyuan stooped and hugged her, shaking: "You don't want to be a concubine anymore, happy."

Xifeng was angry and funny: "I didn't want to be a concubine."

She clearly said that she likes him and what else he is worried about.

"But there is a lot of gold in the palace."

"Can't you compare to gold?"

Qingyuan was disappointed: "Well."

Xifeng smiled. She liked him the most, and it was him who didn't change with a golden mountain. She blinked and looked at the depressed man. The probe quickly kissed him on the cheek: "You are first, gold is second."

Qingyuan opened his eyes slightly and was surprised by the answer. He held the west wind tighter: "Gold always wants you, but I won't."

The West Wind, which repeatedly lost its gold, was about to cry without tears: "Don't say such heartfelt words."

Qingyuan in good mood held her up and walked towards the bed. Xifeng's heart jumped, she grabbed his clothes, her tongue was about to fight, and asked, "Go, go to bed?"

"Knead the waist." Qing Yuan paused, looking down at the girl with blushing cheeks, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"No!" She didn't think about it! Not because he kissed her suddenly, she felt that he could do other things without tutoring. The requirements for this green dragon should not be too high. It would be very difficult to get kissed and hugged.

Before the bed touched the corners, Xifeng heard the tune. Look outside, the sunset is already set, and the night is coming. She paused and said, "Qian Luo is playing, I promised her to visit her tonight."

"Who is Qian Luo?"

"Princess Liang Guo who lives in the Forbidden City."

Qingyuan said: "It's the spirit that blows up every night?"

The spirit is the dead person. However, unlike the dead person, they do not even know that they are dead. With a certain idea, they stayed where they thought they were still alive.

Not in the world, not in the underworld.

Xifeng's eyes dimmed and said, "Well, I'm going to ban Huating first."

"You're tired, I'll hold you." Qingyuan felt a slight breath in the distance, and said, "Xiaoyuan has also gone."

"Who is Madoka?"

"Gourmet."

"..." Would you like to give the horrible head such a child's name! Xifeng really wants to find out what his aesthetic is like. She suddenly recovered, "Go! See what the brain is about to do."