The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Xuanwu, on the other hand, is a group of people friendly people, holding out a short claw and waving to a group of believers: "it's easy to say, it's easy to say."

Or, with a lazy smile, "try your best."

In this regard, the students of Xuanwu college are boiling up one by one.

"Xuanwu has spoken!"

"Pinch me quickly. I'm not dreaming. The tortoise fairy replied to me!"

"He promised me. Oh, he did!"

"Ah, ah, ah --"

……

The young faces of the disciples were full of excitement and happiness.

Even, there are more than a dozen emotional little girls, screaming and fainting.

"Xiaowu is so popular."

Qian Jue touched his chin with one hand and sighed.

"Hei hei, it's normal. Qianqian, you're in the South moon country, aren't you the same?" Xuanwu turns his head and smiles at the rosefinch.

"No Qian Jue shook his head, "I almost don't need my real body to appear, unless I have to."

Three thousand years in the world.

She has already learned to keep a low profile and learn that more is better than less.

Although Nanyue Kingdom worships totem and believes in religion, Jin jiuxiao is usually the one who accepts the worship of all the people, and she is too lazy to show up.

"Oh, Qianqian, you're too low-key. You'll lose a lot of fun." Xuanwu didn't agree. He shook his head and started Balabala again. "You can't just think about falling in love every day. Yaosheng is so long. You have to live a full life. How can you only fall in love? We have to explore the fun ourselves to keep a young heart forever.... "

"You mean, I'm old?"

Qian Jue pick eyebrows, hands ring chest, with a pair of uncomfortable eyes, staring at a turtle.

Xuanwu felt the danger, his head shrank, and most of them were in the turtle shell: "no, Qianqian, how can you be old? Qianqian, you are still as young as a flower. You are only over 30000 years old. I am 50000 years old. Qinggu is the oldest. He is 70000 years old. He is the best at pretending to be tender. He always looks like a little Zhengtai who hasn't grown up. He talks soft and glutinous.... "

I heard that someone make complaints about Tucao.

A faint voice came from the wrist of ziqianmo.

It's green bone.

When he sleeps, he will turn into a green dragon shaped bracelet, wrapped around the slender wrist of ziqianmo. But that doesn't mean he's unconscious. He can still hear what's going on around him.

Xiaoqinggu poked out a small dragon head, a pair of dark blue eyes, full of unpleasant light, sweeping toward the direction of Xuanwu, "Xiaowu, are you itching? No matter what I do, I'm your big brother. "

Xuanwu is completely cured.

A whole head, all shrank into the turtle shell, with claws, all shrank in.

Only a huge turtle shell, like a house.

Only the sound of the urn came from the turtle shell house: "it was not me, it was not me, ah... No, it was not the demon!"

& little green bone^ ω^& lt;)

"Xiaowu, after so many years, why are you still doing this? Are you tired with it? "

“……”

Elder brother, I don't want to be like this. I was caught by you. I can only pretend not to be myself and escape.

I can't think of any other way.

Xuanwu sticks to his shell and vows not to come out.

Xiaoqinggu couldn't help it. She rolled her eyes and wound her wrist around ziqianmo again. She went to sleep.