After a long time, Ye Xilei found that no one had entered this room to arrest her, and confessed that no one was allowed to enter this room.

It is estimated that they will also think that the demon lord is punishing her Ye Xilei, not that she thundered the demon lord.

It was also the demon lord's carelessness, if he hadn't been stunned by the thunderclouds released by her, how could she Ye Xilei, a small fox demon with only two thousand years of mana, be able to split the demon lord?

Unconsciously, she fell into a deep sleep, and every time she launched the Heavenly Thunder, she would consume a lot of mana. She thundered the consequences of the Demon Lord, and she didn't bother to think about it, because, she was angry, she had enough!

She is actually very similar to this demon lord, that is, she acts casually, perhaps, this is the reason why demons and demons are listed as representatives of evil by the world. That's what they have in common......

This sleep was unusually heavy, and since Bai Lirong left, she actually often had insomnia. However, at the same time that the demon lord vented at her, she was actually scolding, venting her boredom and irritability in her heart, as well as her resentment that Bailirong had not returned so far. So, her heart was calmed......

When she woke up again, there was a quiet and ethereal flute in her ears, she seemed to be awake and opened her eyes slightly, the flute sound was as peaceful as a stream in the morning, trickling streams, gurgling non-stop, obviously there was that tinkling dong sound, but the whole world became quiet.

She opened her eyes, and in front of her, it was still the same room as last night, and it was still a mess, but her body was covered with a warm, comfortable short fluff blanket. The silky touch, like lying on the belly of the night, warm and soft, makes people not want to leave.

"Leil...... Lei'er ...... far away, there was a voice calling, it was the voice she had been waiting for a long time, gentle, full of love, a hazy white figure stood in front of her, calling softly, "Lei'er...... Leil ......"

"Hundred miles...... Is that you......" she murmured softly.

"Leil...... Wake up...... It's time to go home......" he gently stroked her cheek. Warm palms. Make her more nostalgic.

"Hundred miles...... Barry! She rose from her chair. The figure of the misty ground. Slowly faded before her eyes.

"Baili!" She stood up with a soft groan. The pure white blanket on his body slipped to the ground. Ear. It's still the dreamy sound of the flute. She turned abruptly. Go to the palace gate. The lips kept calling the words for hundreds of miles.

She's back from a hundred miles. She felt it. His voice was so clear. Even his touch was so real. Baili is coming back!

She was running to the sound of the flute. She had no idea where she was. Not a teenager. It's the girl who is pure and charming. After last night's detachment. Naturally, she reverted to her archetype. body. He wore only a thin but elegant white dress.

** Ground on the ankles. I don't know who put a string of beautiful anklets on her. It was a string of ornaments that were as pure as a girl's temperament. It is strung with diamonds, crystal clear white crystals and silver white ground chains. Those sparkling gems as she ran. Crash together. I send it out crisply. The sound is as clear as a spring.

"Tingling—Tingling—"

The silver hair flowed behind the girl in the golden sunlight like flowing water with a golden glow.

"Baili ......" She stopped, in front of her was the pure white flower, when the wind passed, her silver hair, white ground, and the soft petals of the white flower, floated in the same direction.

At the end of the white flower field, under the blue sky and white clouds, there is a figure of the same color as the white flower, he has his back to the girl, and he is playing the flute lightly. A white turban with a golden silk thread hangs down to the ankles, and the slightly transparent turban reflects the long purple hair below, when a gust of wind blows, the turban flies, and the hair below flutters out of the turban with a little temptation, and the white petals, entangled together.

The light flashed, the reflection of the silver flute in his hand in the sunlight.

Disappointment, flowing from her silver pupils, it wasn't Baili, it was another man.

Although, he wears the same white robe as Baili, his hair is purple.

Although, he played a good flute like Baili, but Baili's flute sound was clear, and his had a faint charm.

She lowered her face, but the sound of the flute stopped at this moment. The man in white turned around, and he was actually wearing a mask with a white smiley face, which was very strange and funny, as if it was composed of three crescents, except that the meniscus of the eyes was smaller, and the crescent of the mouth was larger.

He put down the silver flute, and his feet drifted off the ground, like a ghost.

He drifted in front of her, leaned down, and looked at her at eye level: "Who is Baili you shouted in your dream?" ”

She was slightly stunned and raised her face: "You are ......"

"You changed your face last night and scared me." He held the flute in his right hand and tapped it lightly in the palm of his left hand, "But, I don't know why, seeing you sleeping, I seem to be in a better mood." ”

Immediately, she stiffened, and the guy in front of her, who was obviously an adult man, was holding her last night and torturing her ears for a night, and finally she couldn't bear to split him - the demon doll!

"I ...... I hacked you last night, aren't you going to make me disappear? She asked cautiously.

"Why did you want to disappear?" His eyes inside the mask sparkled, "You make me very happy, I can't say how good I am now, three thousand years, I have been depressed for three thousand years, now, comfortable, cool, it's all your credit, hahaha......" He looked up to the sky and smiled, and the white flowers set off waves of white flowers with his laughter.

This demon lord is very cheap, this is what Ye Xilei immediately thought, but she quickly remembered that this demon lord likes to read minds, and immediately covered her chest, her subconscious action made him laugh even more happily: "Hahaha, do you think I can't hear it?" Hahaha......"

She lowered her face and glared gloomily at the now crooked Demon Lord, who was happy and returned to his adult form, and it was difficult for her to be depressed for a night.

"It's okay, you scold, I'm in a good mood now, you helped me, I also let you out of anger, you seem to miss that Baili very much, do you want me to help you find him out?" He took the initiative to ask for help.

As soon as he said it, she immediately remembered and immediately stretched out her hand: "Return my key, I want to go home." ”

He nodded, took out the key, but did not put it in her hand, but personally hung it on her neck, she was stunned, after he hung up, he also patted the top of her head: "Let's go after eating, I not only like to pull people to vent together, but also like to share happiness with people." ”

She looked at his white mask in a daze, this demon lord, as if he had completely changed a person......

"Small, go get the kitchen back!" He shouted, and from the tone of his voice, you could tell that he was happy.

Sun Xiao, who had been standing on the side for a long time, finally came back to his senses from shock. When she saw Ye Xilei running into the sea of white flowers, she thought it was the spirit of the white flowers. But when she heard the conversation between the demon lord and the elf, she knew that it was Ye Xilei, the one she had always thought was a great immortal, a young man.

Of course, Ye Xilei didn't notice Sun Xiao's existence, and after she and her hurriedly glanced at each other, they were pulled up by the happy demon lord and flew on the white flowers, feeling the happy mood of the demon lord at the moment, and sharing the happiness of his overflowing body. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to m, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) )

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