There were no elders who did not advise, and the subjects were prostrate and surrendered, and he did not have anyone who dared to trust thoroughly, so he could only sit alone in Ziwei Heavenly Palace, lonely and quietly penance. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This was when he was still the Emperor of Ziwei, and when he was imprisoned in the underworld, for so many thousand years, he should have spent all his time in loneliness, where was there anyone who could communicate with him?

How many years had he not spoken before she found him?

Nobody listens, no one listens.

It's just that there is no one to accompany you!

It's no wonder why his temperament is as cold as snow, just because he has always been lonely and lonely, and the company around him is probably only the ice and snow frost of the glass glacier.

Generally, men become more or less hoarse than children when they become adults, only Ruoyuan, his voice has always been clear and pure, even cleaner than that of children. The reason for this is more likely that when he was a teenager, he was also alone, and there was no need to speak, so he could protect his voice so well.

Such a special only made Feng Qiao feel extremely distressed.

She couldn't help but reach out and hug him, immersed in the cold fragrance that belonged to him: "It's okay, you will have me in the future, and in the future, talk to me, I will listen." ”

His arms tightened suddenly, like a confinement, so strong, as if she was his only warmth.

"Ruoyuan, I've always wanted to ask, you should be much older than me."

"Hmm."

"How old do you have to be now? If someone else is my age, do you have to call you an ancestor? ”

Feng Qiao asked curiously, her eyes were burning and she was smiling, her ill intentions were so obvious that she couldn't pretend to be invisible, so he could only lower his eyes and fall on her.

Such a faint and dim light aroused Feng Qiao's ridicule more and more, she moved her body to find a more comfortable position from Ruoyuan's arms, and just nested in it, staring up at him with a smile.

Ruoyuan raised his hand to stroke her hair.

Encountering a ghost puppet on the way before, Feng Qiao fought hard, even if there were no scars on his body, he sweated a lot, and even rolled in snowflakes and muddy water. Feng Qiao almost forgot about it, but she remembered that she had to get up from his arms and wash up when he touched it.

He pressed her down again in his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"Lie down."

If you don't answer, it's just that the yuan force gathers and condenses into a ball of water at your fingertips. He pinched the water balloon and washed her hair little by little, washing away the blood stains and muddy water on it, which was cool and cool.

His slender fingers shuttled between her hair, those black and soft hair were soft as if they could be combed to the end, he gently rubbed the acupuncture points on her head, Feng Qiao felt that her fatigue and fatigue were immediately relieved.

She sighed comfortably and closed her eyes relaxedly.

"Sleep." Ruoyuan said softly.

"Hmm." She answered vaguely, and subconsciously drilled into his arms for a few more minutes, dragging his rippling clothes with her hands, and fell into a deep sleep.

She was so tired, the day was too tiring, and once she relaxed, she quickly fell into the dark sweet country.

Although cultivators can replace sleep with cultivation, sleep is a better way to restore vitality. Feng Qiao needed to rest, and if she didn't plan to wake her up, she would move even more gently when she saw that she was asleep.

The water mass was constantly condensed, and in his hands it was as if it had a life of its own, from hair to cheeks, from neck to depth, washing away the dust on her body.

In this way, she slept comfortably.

The last water mass came out from the hem of Feng Qiao's clothes, and the color was slightly cloudy, taking away all the sweat stains on her body. Ruoyuan flicked his fingers lightly, and the waterside drilled out along the crack in the door, and fell into the courtyard with a bang.

The cold snow and ice will quickly freeze the water into ice, and no one will find out, and he will not care.

After helping Feng Qiao deal with the preparations before going to bed, Ruoyuan wanted to put her on the bed and lie down, but as soon as she moved, Feng Qiao closed her eyes and let out an unhappy snort.

She didn't wake up, she was still asleep, but her hand was tightly tugging on the placket of his clothes and didn't let go, Ruoyuan was as far away as Xiaoshuang Yingsun's eyebrows raised slightly, and the light under her eyes was like the smoke of the autumn moon, knowing that this was her subconscious action, but it was even more difficult to forcibly break her hand away.

This kid.

Ruoyuan sighed secretly.

He knew the source of chaos of the Ancient Relic, where time stood still, and the 100,000 years she had been in it could not be counted, not to mention that she was still an unbroken egg at that time. Therefore, even if the egg was born early, she was not yet fifteen years old when she was full of age.

Fifteen years old, really too young.

Not even a fraction of him.

Feng Qiao tugged at the placket of his clothes tighter, and seemed to be even more dissatisfied with his movement. Ruoyuan thought about it, pulled her tighter in his arms, and fell on the bed together.

Maybe it's just watching a child. When she fell asleep, she would naturally let go of her hand, and it would be the same when he returned to the Nine Punishments.

Anyway, let her rest first.

With such a thought, Ruoyuan lay down quietly, Xuanduan's black clothes dripped, Feng Qiao was even more happy, and couldn't help but rub it there even more, stretched out his hand, and hugged it directly.

-- Still a kid.

Ruoyuan kept admonishing in his heart, his eyes fell on her cheeks quietly, the cold light of ice and snow in his narrow eyes had already warmed, his thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at Feng Qiao quietly.

Her face pressed against his sleeve, and the black fabric made her skin white.

That kind of white is different from himself, he is a soul body, no flesh and blood, so his complexion is crystal clear. Her skin was white and ruddy, as delicate as a baby's skin, shiny and pink-white, fat and jade, and ivory.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and stroke it gently, and sure enough, the tender white skin was smooth, like the warm jade of Lantian smoking, and the slightest warmth rushed into his heart at once, making his cold heart for ten thousand years also seem to blow a spring breeze, lingering and reluctant to let go.

"Ruoyuan ・・・・・・" she was still asleep, muttering softly, I don't know what she dreamed of, there was a bright smile on her face, and two shallow dimples on both sides of her mouth.

Such a full physical and mental trust made Ruoyuan's heart soft, and in his clear and clear eyes, he was gentle little by little, his thin lips were shallow, and a slight arc was bent up.

It's a strange feeling, like a little sweetness in tenderness, and excitement.

Unconsciously, he also closed his eyes, his thoughts gradually became dull, and he felt that the person on the side turned over and lay on him, he didn't open his eyes, let her wrap himself around, and fell asleep quietly.

・・・・・・

A good night's sleep.

When the crisp chirping of birds came into the house from outside the window, Feng Qiao was still half-asleep and half-awake, she hadn't opened her eyes yet, she was dazed, she felt that the bed under her was as soft and smooth as running water, and she was nesting in a thin and cool place, with a faint cold fragrance and a comfortable smell.

Hmm, where did you smell the familiar smell?

She rubbed again, her head swinged, and she felt that the thing on her cheek was uncomfortable, and she reached out a little unwillingly, and her hand fell up, and the touch made her freeze suddenly. (To be continued.) )