"Let's go, they'll be back late. Qiu Yueqing looked at Nangong Xuesha holding the back of Su Youyu who was gradually moving away, sighed lightly, said melancholy, and then turned to squat down and asked Xiao Mujiao softly, "Little boy, I'll send you to rest first, okay?"

Because Xiao Mu Jiao is a person recognized by Su Youyu, Qiu Yueqing will naturally treat him well.

It's just that this can surprise the other guards, and Manager Qiu, who has always been righteous and upright, will show such a gentle look, and they all sigh that only Her Royal Highness the Princess can touch the softness in the heart of this iron-blooded female manager.

Mu Jiao glanced at the place where Su Youyu and Nangong Xuesha disappeared, and nodded slightly with an unpredictable expression.

Qiu Yueqing smiled slightly and took Xiao Mu Jiao down, and Qiancang also left slowly when he saw this, but he missed the ghostly little girl more and more in his heart.

Nangong Xuesha took Su Youyu to almost every corner of the Demon Palace, and everywhere he went, he would stop and tell Su Youyu what happened in these places thousands of years ago, every time he talked about these things, his face was happy and sad smile, Su Yousha could see that Nangong Xuesha missed those good times very much, even if many times he watched Su Youyu and Leng Tianjue how close they were from a distance, and then licked his broken heart alone.

Su Youyu didn't know what kind of complicated mood Nangong Xuesha had to tell her these things, he didn't know how sad he should have been when he said these words, she only knew that she really felt sorry for him, and she couldn't extricate herself.

The quiet night, deep as ink, dotted out, soon covered the entire firmament, the moon shyly hid behind the clouds, the huge sky was decorated by stars, like blinking eyes, flashing and flashing, from time to time there were comets dragging their long tails across the sky, the Milky Way hung low, so beautiful that it seemed that you could touch the beautiful galaxy with your hand.

"Nangong, have you ever regretted it?" Su Youwei sat on the highest roof of the Demon Palace, her red dress spread out, her black hair fell on her shoulders, her feet shook lightly, and her eyes were filled with the lights of the magic capital, fire trees and silver flowers, and she suddenly asked Nangong Xuesha, who was dressed in white like snow beside her.

"What do you regret? Regret meeting you? Regret dispersing the godhead? Or do you regret enduring a thousand years of loneliness just to wait for you to return?" Nangong Xuesha raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard this, and asked rhetorically.

Su Youyu didn't speak, her eyes narrowed slightly, she was just thinking: If she could, she would just like to never meet Nangong Xuesha.

If he hadn't met her, Nangong Xuesha would still be the son of the God Emperor who was as cold as snow for the first time, with a temperament like a lotus, and a high god, maybe he would be the God Emperor of the God Realm now, and he would not live in this demon palace to be a little demon general, let alone wait for her to miss the beautiful time for a thousand years.

Nangong Xuesha looked at the stunning woman beside her and lowered her eyes, her thick and long curly eyelashes on her eyelids, like a small fan, and raised her hand with a chuckle and gently rubbed her waterfall-like black hair, "Woman, when I meet you, I will live in vain." ”

Su Youyu didn't know how to answer, Nangong Xuesha spoke again, "Many times I wonder, if I had met for the first time, I would have answered you, would the result be different? Would you not fall in love with the belated cold weather? Can we live happily like many lovers?"

Hearing Nangong Xuesha say this, Su Youwei's face couldn't help but pass through a trace of embarrassment.

Although her memory in her mind is not very complete, she vaguely remembers that the first time she saw Nangong Xuesha was on a snowy day, and she was chased and killed and unintentionally transmitted into the realm of Nangong Xuesha.