In the second half of the night, Ao Xiaoyu gradually became sleepy, but his head suddenly ached, and he impatiently reached out to rub his temples, but before he could lift his hand, he found that he seemed to be slapped on the chin of the person next to him.

Because Ao Xiaoyu hasn't woken up yet, the strength of the action is naturally how comfortable and how to come, and he is used to sleeping alone, so he can't control the strength, and there is a crisp sound.

First of all, the breath around her made her feel strange, but she couldn't bear the heaviness of her eyelids, so she subconsciously regarded it as an auditory hallucination caused by her excessive consumption of demonic power, but that sound completely dismissed Ao Xiaoyu's sleepiness, she sat up suddenly, was scared awake, stared at a pair of bright eyes, frightened and helpless, and stayed in place.

After losing his mind for a while, Ao Xiaoyu finally regained his senses, touched his body in a panic, his clothes were still there, and he didn't feel anything wrong, he exhaled and put down a hanging heart.

Through the quiet and cold moonlight outside the window, Ao Xiaoyu cautiously glanced in the direction of the side, but saw a young banshee with a slender body and a handsome face lying beside him, his brows were furrowed very tightly, his facial features were together, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, looking very painful.

Ao Xiaoyu sat up and lifted his body with his futon a lot, causing his body to be exposed. Ao Xiaoyu pushed the quilt on his body to cover his body, and was shocked to find that they were covered under the same bedding, and the roots of his ears were red and hot, and he looked around in a panic and panic, and found that there was a baby on the left side, covered with a quilt alone, sleeping very well and well-behaved.

Who's this?

A series of chaotic conjectures floated through Ao Xiaoyu's mind, such as a banshee being ...... by a certain male banshee due to the collapse of her demonic power Wanting to fight here, Ao Xiaoyu quickly shook his head, desperately waving away the messy thoughts in his head.

Hurriedly got out of bed, Ao Xiaoyu saw that the male banshee's breath was weak, and he couldn't bear it, so he turned back to cover the quilt for the male banshee, and carefully probed him, but felt that this demon's face was very familiar.

His skin was pale, his lips were covered with some fine white skin, and the cheeks on both sides were handsome and soft, and he looked like a kind rich boy, but he looked very tired, painful and haggard, and his slender curly eyelashes were densely lined up, with a slight watery light, which seemed to be covered with a layer of moisture under the cold moonlight.

"Little snake?" Ao Xiaoyu stretched out his hand to probe his aura and demonic power, looked at him in shock, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't recover from the surprise of seeing the adult version of Ao Xiaosnake for a long time, and all aspects of her and Ao Xiaosnake's together kept circling in her head, and those movements were very intimate and ambiguous. If you treat a small version of the child, you will only think that the older sister is taking care of the younger brother.

But now, seeing the original Ao Xiaoyu, the child who would hold his thighs and cry all day long in his memory was combined with the slender body in front of him who looked like he should be more than 1.85 meters in an instant.

Because he was too panicked before, Ao Xiaoyu hadn't noticed the enchantment outside the window, and when he looked at it, a gentle smile rose in his heart. There were three small things wrapped in oiled paper on the table, and there was a sticky and sweet aroma in it with the breeze, as if they had tasted and eaten, and Ao Xiaoyu could guess what was in it by virtue of his sense of smell.

Ao Xiaoyu slowly approached the packaged pastry, heard the sound of his stomach gurgling, laughed and laughed at himself, but the mood was excellent, reached out to get the oil paper wrapped in a ball, there was a white rice paper folded next to it and put it next to the pastry, Ao Xiaoyu picked it up and looked at it, took advantage of the situation to sit on the round stool next to the table, spread out the white rice paper, and read it carefully.

The white rice paper has an enchantment up and down, and if someone moves on it, no matter how slight the movement is, the caster can detect it in the first place.

Ao Xiaoyu stretched out the palm of his right hand to see, there was no trace of the soul spell, and there was a warm warm current wandering in his heart. Presumably, Yue Tang should have known about the transmission of the butterfly's soul, so he would take care of it so carefully.

Ao Xiaoyu looked at the enchantment outside the window, and suddenly remembered the news that the butterfly soul had given her, her eyes couldn't help but dim a little, her hands were clenched, and the rice paper in her hand instantly curled up in her indignant hands, with thin creases. Ao Xiaoyu quickly let go of his hand and looked at the contents of the letter carefully.

Qi Xiaoyu: "Because of the butterfly soul, Xiaoyu was caught in the soul curse, Yuetang's heart was guilty, and he should have taken care of it until you and the little snake fully recovered or woke up, but he had an appointment with others, and he couldn't break his promise.

All of this made Tsukibana feel extremely sorry in his heart. If the rice paper is spread out and there is no danger, the moon orange can detect whether you are awake and healthy from a distance. If it's okay, please don't worry about Xiaoyu, it's inconvenient to say in detail that Yuetangi is going, and he will return within three days, before that, bother Xiaoyu to take care of the child, and when I come back, I will send it to someone's house. All right, good luck. ”

It has only been a day since Moon Tangerine came into the world in human form, but what else will there be besides some of the things brought about by meeting this child?

Ao Xiaoyu folded the rice paper back according to the creases, pinched it on his fingertips, supported his chin with one hand, and his bright eyes turned slightly, a little curious about what Yue Tang said that it was inconvenient to talk about.

Since Yue Tang didn't want to say it, it should be something more important, Ao Xiaoyu took apart the oil paper, and it was a small piece of separate pieces, which was also wrapped in oil paper, which should have been deliberately done for fear of smell.

I casually took apart a small piece, twisted a little unclear pastry on my fingertips, smelled it, and a sweet smell lingered on the tip of my nose. Ao Xiaoyu likes to eat pastries, but her mouth is picky, if it is a pastry with a general taste, she would rather not know the gluttony than try it easily.

The moon orange bought this, the taste is soft and delicate, the taste is sweet and sweet, with a touch of jasmine fragrance, and after a while, a whole piece entered Ao Xiaoyu's stomach.

After noon, the demon power of the moon orange recovered somewhat, and the orange-red spiritual power seemed to be very afraid of the demon power, and when it deliberately avoided it, and when the demon power was recovered, it slipped away and didn't know where it went. Yueyu cleaned up the inn and made sure that there was no more bloody breath and a trace of blood red before entering his room, leaving only a very loose set of clothes that Xiaoyu wore when he was ready to sleep for Yuetang, a coarse green shirt.

Yue Tang supported his forehead, looked at the clothes on his body that had been stained dark red by dried blood, and wanted to use demonic power to transform but found that he would have to use teleportation later, and the transformed clothes needed to be supported by spells all the time. If too much demonic power is consumed on the clothes, there is no guarantee that the moon will be able to teleport to the god-sama.

It's not how noble Tsukita's body is, it's that every girl wants to dress beautifully in front of him when she goes to see the person she likes. Yuetang gritted his teeth, shook his head several times, drooped his head in despair, and sighed, since he had decided to give up, he should not be so careful again.

Horizontal and vertical are already like this, Yueju endured it and put the green shirt on his body.

More than an hour had passed since the appointed time, and Tsukichibana cautiously landed in front of Mu Bai's room, calming down the disordered heartbeat and weakness of the heart, and looked at the closed door, wanting to knock on the door but fearing that the gods would rest because they couldn't wait for him.

If he knocked on the door at this moment, wouldn't it disturb his dream, just thinking about it, Yuetang felt a little reluctant, so he had to pace back and forth in front of the door, at a loss.

If the gods are resting, then he will always go out. If he's out, he'll always come back. After thinking about it, Yue Tang finally found a good way, a good way to wait for Lord God, patted the garden facing the door, walked over, patted the dust on a stone in the garden, and blew the mud and sand on it uneasily, accidentally lost his eyes, and then looked up, a pair of peach blossoms with tears in his eyes, pouted, secretly glanced at Mu Bai's door, and then looked around, looking a bit like a bullied child.

Although Tsukiko only felt a little ashamed in his heart, blowing ash and blinding his eyes was a joke, and he didn't know if Lord God was in the room. I hope no one can see her clumsy side, Tsukibana wailed in her heart.

The closed door was still unresponsive, Yueju patted his heart, smiled happily, squinted a pair of tearful eyes, sat boredly, looked up to see if there were stars in the dark sky, and looked at the bright and distant moon, imagining whether there was a very beautiful Chang'e living on it, and whether there would be a white velvet rabbit, a particularly cute kind.

Finally, I thought about it, would the gods be angry if I was late?Tsukiyu's mood suddenly fell from blooming joy to the ice cellar, frowning, unable to sit still, and could only walk back and forth to relieve the anxiety and panic in his heart.

Yuetang's heart was uncomfortable, so she simply squatted next to the flower bed, her face was solemn and serious, and she picked a small white flower, the stamens were yellow, and the petals were slender and long, which was very beautiful. The moon orange carefully pulled the flowers in her hand, petal by petal, and fell down along the two words that alternated back and forth, scattering and falling to the ground, dotted with stars.

"Angry"

"Don't get angry"

"Angry"

......

"Don't be angry...... "Don't be angry......

The moon orange fingertips twisted the last white petal, looking at it excitedly, staring at the bare astragalus at this time, making sure that there were no more petals on it, the last petal that fell on the anger firmly held it in the palm of the hand, attached to the lips, bent a pair of clear and excited eyes mixed with a hint of luck and cunning, the corners of the mouth hidden behind the fist hooked a beautiful arc, together with the dimples that usually do not appear, at this time also under the long background of the moonlight, as if filled with intoxicating wine, sparkling waves.

Will this not work?

The joy of excitement and happiness surged into his heart, and the heart of the moon orange was beating throbbingly, and before he had time to be happy enough, a worried voice suddenly came from his ears, and the moon orange quickly held the petals in his hand a little tighter, but the eyebrows slowly accumulated worry and fear, a pair of eyes turned uneasily, the flickering excitement faded, and the gray sorrow was covered.