Xuanyuan Yu also got up: "I'll send you, it's too cold outside, and the ice road is too slippery, so it's not easy to walk." ”

Hearing that Xuanyuan Yu was leaving, Xuanyuan Ze pulled the quilt abruptly, sat up, and a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes widened, staring at Ling Luo deadly.

He just stared silently, not saying a word.

Silent protests.

Xuanyuan Ze's eyes are dark gold, and when he is excited, the gold will become extremely pure.

This is different from Xuanyuan Yu, Yu's eyes are black, and only when the golden yuan is used, will a golden light appear.

Being stared at by such a pair of slightly lonely golden eyes, Ling Luo's heart was inexplicably blocked.

He is so lacking in love.

"Ze, why are you up?" Xuanyuan Yu was a little surprised, he walked to the edge of the sickbed, pulled the quilt, and covered half of his body, "It's so cold, you are infected with a heavy wind and cold, why are you still kicking the quilt?" ”

Xuanyuan Ze stretched out a hand, grabbed Xuanyuan Yu's wrist tightly, and called out, "Brother, don't go."

Xuanyuan Yu stretched out a hand, gently stroked Xuanyuan Ze's head, and said, "I'm not leaving, send Luo'er back, and I'll come back to accompany you." ”

Xuanyuan Ze shook his head stubbornly and did not speak.

Ling Luo gathered his plush cloak and said with a light smile: "Yu, I know the road, you don't need to send it, you can accompany Ze here." ”

She knew that the man who lacked love would not give up.

"But ......" Xuanyuan Yu was obviously not at ease.

Ling Luo said: "There is nothing but, besides, with pure white accompanying me, it must be no problem." ”

When Chun Bai heard his master's call, he flew over from Xuanyuan Yu's warm fur hat and landed on Ling Luo's shoulder, pressing close to her.

"Babble-" The little guy screamed, stretched out his little wings, and rubbed Ling Luo's cheek.

"Okay, Luo'er, stay safe, I'll look for you tomorrow." Xuanyuan Yu couldn't twist it, so he could only let her go.

The moment he turned to leave, Ling Luo saw Xuanyuan Ze's dark golden eyes, the light of victory flashed away, and the corners of his lips hooked up a slightly invisible arc.

Ling Luo closed the door from the outside, and his slender body stepped into the snowflakes. A somewhat helpless smile rose at the corner of his lips.

It's like a child.

This kind of thing has to be robbed.

Ze, you won.

*.*.*.*

Ling Luo walked alone in the ice and snow, and when he met pedestrians along the way, they all bent down to salute.

In Dongchen, the high priest is a kind of spiritual sustenance.

Ling Luo's face was warm, and the corners of his lips were smiling, and when he encountered this situation, he would bend down and salute back.

She saw their flattered expressions.

That night, rumors about the new high priest being gentle and courteous, close to the people and loving the people, spread all over the streets and alleys in an instant.

Of course, Ling Luo didn't know.

She just thinks that people should be equal, you respect me, I will respect you.

By the time we reached the Ice Shine Temple, it was already midnight.

On the ice steps of the hall on the first floor of the temple sat a little pink girl, who shrunk into a small fluffy ball because of the cold.

The little child, like an elf, with ice-blue eyes full of ardent anticipation, looked into the snow and ice from afar.

The clergy who were keeping vigil at the gate of the temple couldn't stand it, and looked at Luo Xun'er with a distressed face, and said, "Lord Xunjun, it's too cold at night, you better go back first, don't freeze." ”