I saw a tall and sturdy man, wearing a golden silk feather coat, wearing a jade crown, a handsome face, a sword, and a fierce and determined man, slowly walked in, followed by two guards with knives, all of them heroic and cool, and cultivated in order to achieve. Just from this costume, Yue Tang knew that this person was not only not a mortal, but also a high-ranking official in the Heavenly Court.

Xiao Yu was able to befriend such a proud and extraordinary immortal, and the other party agreed to help her take care of the inn. This made Tsukibana feel very surprised and happy, and speculated about the connection between the two.

"Let me introduce you, this is Luo Qi. It's an old friend of mine. Seeing Luo Qi, Xiao Yu was obviously very happy, and even his tone of voice was frank with excitement and joy. It can be seen that she likes this friend very much.

"This is a new friend I made, and the sister I just knew, hahaha, Tsukichi. The little fish took two steps in the direction of the moon orange and introduced the moon orange with the same joy. Such an inadvertent move made Yue Tang feel slightly surprised, and more moved. It feels good to be taken seriously.

After thinking about it, Yue Tangerine looked at Luo Qi's eyes and smiled even more, his eyes were clean and warm, and his smile was bright and sweet. Since he is Xiaoyu's friend, he may be able to become her friend, so he can't be lazy.

It's just that the other party can be described as quite arrogant.

The immortal was already heroic and tall, and Tsukiju had to work hard to tilt his head to see his eyes. Who knew that the immortal didn't seem to know what it meant to be level-eyed, his jaw was raised, and he glanced at the moon orange with his eyes, and his jaw was raised higher, eager to use his nostrils towards the moon orange.

Although Yue Tangerine's cultivation is low and young, he has never been treated with such contempt, and he can't help but feel annoyed and depressed. But in the end, I don't want the small fish to be mixed in the middle, and all the depression turned into a forbearant flattering smile, tilting my head and thinking sadly, I felt that I had not offended this immortal.

Seeing that the other party was slow to look at him, Yuetangi decided to retreat as advance, and he was not in a hurry, bowed patiently and politely, and said, "Hello, in the next Yuetang." ”

After finishing speaking, the head that was much taller than the moon orange finally deigned to bow slightly, lowered his eyebrows, lowered slightly, squinted his eyes, and looked directly at the moon orange. The sight was too rough and direct, as if there was a family feud and national hatred between Yue Tang and him, ferocious and violent, I couldn't wait to use my eyes to immediately cut Yue Tang with a thousand knives, and Ling Chi on the spot.

Yue Tang was frightened, felt a chill behind him, and at the same time was very inexplicable, and couldn't help but think in surprise again, where did he offend this big Buddha?

"Hmph" Luo Qi glanced at the woman in front of him lightly, it was the pair of clear and clear peach blossom eyes, seven points of well-behaved and three points of amazing face, which appeared in his dreams countless times, over and over again, obviously wanting to forget, but he remembered again and again, pestering him, from the hatred at the beginning, to the palpitations and longing that had to be admitted.

Luo Qi gritted his teeth, and a complex and strange mood resurfaced in his heart, his heart was hit hard, and there was a powerful impact and a rhythmless rhythm with a bang. I really want to kill her with a knife to sacrifice the pain of my broken arm.

Listening to the disdain coming from his nose, Tsukiyu was both puzzled and innocent, and craned his neck and frowned, staring straight at the contemptuous gaze. At the end of the fairy's eyes was a mole the size of a teardrop, with a light ink color, as if someone had provoked him to cry, and hung wantonly on that unruly and hard face, which gave birth to a touch of stubbornness and playfulness, but it did not look out of place, but added a bit of gentleness and coldness.

Seizing the opportunity to say something to him in an attempt to adjust the inexplicable tension between them, Tsukiju said, "I also know an immortal who has a tear mole in the corner of his eye like yours. But his tear mole is a red color, different from yours. But when it falls on the corner of the eye, it looks very good. ”

"It's not about you. With that, Luo Qi snorted coldly, neatly withdrew the sharp and cruel gaze that fell on Yue Tang, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head towards the inn.

Yue Tang was very unhappy, and took a big step forward with a sullen breath, blocking the other party's path with his body, and said in his heart: I have no grievances with him, even if the shelf is big, you don't have to pay attention to yourself, just walk over. So what is this tough cold snort, what are those few brushes that want to kill their gaze.

Yuetang's heart was sullen, gritted his teeth, and raised his head defiantly, meeting the unruly gaze generously. Doesn't he hate to kill himself? Doesn't he want to look at himself? Okay, I'm going to look at you, as long as you can't kill me, see if I can't kill you.

Yue Tangerine was not light, but a momentary picture of a fight suddenly flashed in his mind. Suddenly appeared and then disappeared, the moon orange Nunu's nose, an indescribable hatred and confrontation spontaneously arose. Have they seen it before, or rather, they must have had something unpleasant happen before, so Luo Qi didn't treat him like this, and the moment he saw his eyes, he also had a lot of unpleasant emotions in his heart.

"What's the point of coming to me today?" Who knew that Yue Tang had just raised his head, and he had met that gaze for less than three seconds, and he turned his head disdainfully and looked at Xiaoyu. The tone was familiar, but there was no politeness at all. What is the relationship between him and Xiaoyu? Yueju stared at the side of the man's face in confusion, and felt more and more that the tear mole in the corner of this person's eyes seemed to have been seen somewhere, and the style and attitude of acting and walking seemed to have taken root in Yuetang's mind, growing vines, and covering many important things.

"I need you to help me guard the inn, just one day, it shouldn't delay your trip. Xiao Yu hurriedly wiped the already clean stool with a burlap cloth, turned slightly sideways, and made the appearance of inviting him to sit down.

Who knew that the other party just glanced at the small fish lightly, and then not only was he unmoved, but also stood straight in place. After a while, two servants came behind him, carrying a pure white jade bench with a pure white fox skin on it, placed behind him, and then retreated.

"How do you thank me?" Luo Qi said unhurriedly, his tone very arrogant.

Yue Tang sulked in his chest, helpless, thinking that Xiao Yu was still talking to him with a pleasant face on the side, so he once again forced himself to forcibly hide the anger and resentment in his heart, and it was not easy to attack.

"Then I'll make you a delicious meal tonight, how about it?" Xiao Yu raised his eyebrows, a smile on the corner of his mouth. To deal with an immortal like Luo Qi who is hard-mouthed and soft-hearted, although his heart is not necessarily soft, he can only hold it well, otherwise can he still do it, can he fight? If he can't win the fight, he should disarm and surrender.

Luo Qi held his chin with his right hand, sat calmly and silently, and seemed to be thinking about this condition very seriously.

Yueju was surprised by the way these two people got along, but she just felt that Xiaoyu was very familiar with his movements and habits, and she was not angry in the face of his arrogant and contemptuous tone, but would follow the hair to appease, as if she had already figured out the routine, knew how to make him happy, and made him willing to help himself.

Thinking about it, Yuetang's admiration for Xiaoyu is even more gushing, and he almost worships it to the point of throwing himself to the ground. How to communicate with others, Tsukitachi deeply understands that he still needs to work hard. The Demon Lord once said that communicating with others is a science, and this knowledge reflects your emotional intelligence.

As long as it is knowledge, there should be books and knowledge to draw on, so that people can understand it well and understand it. But about emotional intelligence, you still have to explore it yourself, form your own style, and can see it from others, but it is only for reference, not copied, otherwise it will not be counted.

Yueju stood aside and carefully studied the way the two people got along and the way they talked, and suddenly heard Luo Qi extremely reluctant, and held back for a long time before saying slowly: "Okay then." ”

The time of silence always passed very slowly, and Yue Tang even felt that it was at least a hundred years long, and he couldn't help but grow a little hair in his heart. After a long time, after hearing Luo Qi's nonchalant reply, Yuetang's breath finally came out with a long breath. It seems that Luo Qi is really serious and has carefully considered this matter.

"Can this woman stay away from me. Luo Qi's tone was mixed with irritability and annoyance, and the scene of her staring at herself with wide eyes unconsciously appeared in her mind, as well as Fang Cai's smart and stubborn eyes.

These eyes, which have always haunted him, turned into his nightmares, especially in the dead of night, will become extraordinarily bright and clear. Countless times he had woken up from dreams about her petite figure and clear eyes, and he would find himself out of breath and sweating profusely. It seems to have experienced a heart-rending pain, and it seems to have experienced a charming cloud-shaking rain, back and forth, both painful and enjoyable.

When I woke up, I lay down again, and I fell into deep memories and prayers, and returned to that dream. At least that way, he could see her so clearly.

However, often after a dream, all that is left behind is only a vague shadow, like an illusion. He was attached to every dream about her, and in the dream, those eyes, gentle and bright, belonged to him.

He told himself that he was trying to remember the shame of the pain of the broken arm forever, so he couldn't forget her. If you meet next time, you must kill her directly, and maybe this strange and complicated relationship will disappear.

And when they met again, the woman who had been haunted by his dreams for more than two hundred years did not recognize him at all, and the indifference and distance from strangers deeply pierced the pride in his heart. He felt a pang of irritability, and the desire to stay by her side grew stronger. He hated himself like this, but he couldn't control it.

Why do you want him to be so stunned and worried about gains and losses. He should have killed her with a sword.