Min Qing stood on the lookout of the Beijing Palace, watching his sister and King Bian Cheng slowly walk out of the Beijing Palace with deep and solemn eyes, and the back instantly blurred his vision.

Although she is no longer Chang Yue, her appearance has not changed at all, and I don't know if he is qualified to continue to take care of her as a sister.

"What do you want to eat?"

Faced with all kinds of food, King Bian Cheng pulled Xiaoyu behind him.

Xiaoyu clenched her hands tightly, looking at the food in front of her, there were xiaolongbao, refreshments, crisp cakes, braised pork, and ...... And duck necks......

"Eat this...... Eat this......" Xiao Yu blinked her big eyes, put her little finger in her mouth, and pointed to the duck's neck with the other.

King Bian Cheng pursed his lips and smiled, wrapped her around a full five catties of duck neck, and watched her happily hold the oil-paper bag that was bigger than her head, King Bian Cheng almost laughed.

The flow of people shuttled, and they all looked at these two people, one was nine feet tall, handsome and extraordinary, with charming blue eyes, and the little girl was well-behaved and lovely, carved in pink and jade, and this skin alone attracted the attention of the good men and women passing by on the street.

"Huh? Uncle ...... who painted"

Suddenly, Xiao Yu jumped and pointed to the flow of people in front of him, and before King Bian Cheng could see it clearly, he saw Xiao Yu throw the duck neck in his hand back, and a little fairy scattered flowers and rushed into the flow of people.

King Bian Cheng glanced at the duck neck that was scattered, for some reason, his heart was broken, and he raised his eyes to look ahead, Jun Mo was standing not far away, slightly tired.

"Uncle who paints, uncle who paints......"

Xiao Yu had already come to Jun Mo, without saying a word, he pounced, Jun Mo frowned, paused, and hugged Xiao Yu up, with a long-lost smile on the corner of his mouth.

King Bian Cheng followed, his pace was slow, looking at Jun Mo, looking at him at the moment, he had another view in his heart: "How is the injury?" ”

"This is the first time that the high-ranking ghost prince cares about this monarch."

Jun Mo sneered, his face was tired, the corners of his lips were dry, and he continued: "Eh, if I die, three thousand years ago, I would have died, since God won't let me die, hehe...... How can I pay the will of God? ”

"Uncle who paints." Xiaoyu hooked Jun Mo's neck and chattered over and over again.

At this moment, Jun Mocai raised his eyebrows and noticed that even if Xiaoyu couldn't adapt to this body, he wouldn't open his mouth and close his mouth to call him "uncle who painted".

Jun Mo looked at King Bian Cheng.

"I don't know." King Bian Cheng sighed.

"Let's go to Xiaoyao Building...... Jun Mo said, putting Xiao Yu down, Xiao Yu hooked Jun Mo's neck alive and didn't want to come down, Jun Mo looked at her sideways: "How old are they?" Still want someone to hold it? ”

Xiaoyu landed on the ground, snapped her fingers and said, "Twelve years old." ”

After speaking, "Chang Yue" sneakily glanced back at King Bian Cheng, and saw that his blue eyes were looking at him, so he quickly turned around, Twelve? Twelve, she's married? It doesn't seem to be too small.

"Xiaoyu is still young, I'm afraid it's inconvenient to go to this kind of place."

Coming to the Xiaoyao Tower, King Bian Cheng paused.

"Old ghost, you can't escape the restraints." Jun Mo gradually, Xiao Yu also stopped, Jun Mo touched Xiao Yu's long hair and said, "Isn't it?" ”

"yes......"

King Bian Cheng was helpless, followed the two in, the backyard was much quieter than the front hall, but women of all shapes could still be seen, walking around the backyard with open breasts and breasts, and even directly in broad daylight, taking off their coats, wearing only a belly pocket, King Bian Cheng frowned, this place seems to be more charming than the Furong Building in Qingshui Town.

"Kenko, have you washed your clothes? Slowly. ”

A woman's voice was like glass touching jade, King Bian Cheng looked sideways, the woman held a feather fan in her hand, pointed to the man by the well, and shouted.

"Okay, okay, right away, Sister Ling'er, look, how clean these clothes are...... Ah. ”

The man took out a goose-yellow shirt from the bucket, admired himself in the sun, and then put it on his nose and sniffed deeply, despite the dripping water on the wet clothes: "And it smells amazing." ”

Jun Mo showed an embarrassed smile and said, "Jun Xian is actually not easy. ”

King Bian Cheng frowned, smiled lightly, and said, then entered Jun Mo's nest, sat at the table, Jun Mo picked up a jar of wine and put it on the table.

Xiaoyu squatted outside the door, dragging her chin and looking at the woman in the yard, envious, how could she be so beautiful? How can the skin and the rouge look so good on the face?

"Are you really okay?"

King Bian Cheng glanced at Jun Mo, he was like a mortal at the moment, and he could hardly find a trace of demonic energy on his body.

"I can't die, not to mention, I have to save my life and enjoy it." Jun Mo poured himself a bowl of wine and ordered someone to serve some side dishes.

"When will you return to the Dragon Moon Country?"

"Wait until Junxian pays off the debt I owe." Junmo seemed to have nothing to do, drinking good wine and eating good food.

King Bian Cheng took out some silver from his bosom and put it on the table, took a sip of wine and said, "According to the way you eat, Junxian will never want to leave here for the rest of his life." ”

"That's okay, people are in a hundred flowers, it's too late for happiness, he will definitely not be willing to leave." Jun Mo pinched a peanut and threw it into his mouth, looking indifferent.

"Did you invite me here just so that I could pay off your debt?"

King Bian Cheng saw that Jun Mo didn't even seem to even glance at the silver on the table, but while drinking, the paw rolled up the silver.

"Not only that, I know a thing or two about Xiaoyu's current situation." Jun Mo paused: "She is not amnesia, it is very likely that the memory is left in the reincarnation path, if you need help, this Jun will definitely help you." ”

King Bian Cheng frowned, what he said was very likely, Zeng Changyue often said that in a fiery space, he saw the shadow of white jade, and the reincarnation path was mainly red, King Bian Cheng turned his eyes and looked at Jun Mo and said, "Why do you want to help me?" Don't you wish that this king had nothing to do with her again? ”

"It's not just to help you, but I'm not going to hide it, I may never have loved her." Jun Mo's eyes are precipitated.

This made King Bian Cheng a little surprised, his serious appearance is indeed too rare, three thousand years ago, he was bloodthirsty, three thousand years of captivity, trying his best to calculate himself, just in order to see the light of day again, he killed too much, three thousand years later, he is still bloodthirsty, but there is no killing that day, his changes are too great.

He could have robbed all this money.

King Bian Cheng picked up a bowl of wine, took a sip of it, and waited for the following.

"Or, Benjun just thinks that the drunken shrimp she made tastes better." The voice was slightly heavy, with a full of memories: "Three thousand years ago, I always felt that it was the same with me and not me in this world, I have been struggling to find my connection with this world, and when the whole world is against me, I am the happiest, at least ......"

"At least I can clearly feel my existence, in fact, thank you very much, you took great pains to arrest me, or, if one day, I disappear from Chilian Island, the person who "cares" about me the most is you, the king of Bian Cheng. ”

King Bian Cheng smiled lightly, raised the wine glass in his hand, and did it first as a respect, his heart was chaotic at the moment, three thousand years ago, if he had such an understanding, I am afraid, I am afraid that he would not be trapped in Chilian Island for three thousand years, I am afraid that they can become best friends.