Chapter Seventy-Four: The First School Grass Is a Girl (34)
The eye knife of the Allure Demon Venerable continued to shoot at the little fox, and the long eyelashes covered the silhouette, and the cruel face of the Yin Owl showed his anger.
The eyes were extremely cold, extremely cold, "Get out." ”
Emperor Yao smiled, and her smile was clear and stunning.
Well, the more angry the little white face is, the happier she is, what a pervert!
Allure Demon Venerable looked at the girl's charming and delicate face that was red because of the gloating, and the young man's heartbeat was like a deer crashing, and he was extremely flustered.
This damn woman, pervert!
But he just damn likes her!
The eyes of the Alluring Demon Venerable were overwhelming, and then he waved his palm wind and retreated the little fox:
"Giving you face!"
Don't you roll yourself, do you? He sent it out!
The little fox rolled and rolled in the air, and the stupid thing was angry:
Boom! Allure, this big pig's trotters are fierce to it! Hum!
In the palace, the beauty of jade is fragrant, and the light and shadow are disillusioned.
Under the moon before the flower, the streamer was rippling, and the Demon Venerable of the Allure City leaned over, and the knuckled fingertips provoked the stunning face of Emperor Yao Ji.
"In the future, will the Demon Realm attack the Protoss?" She asked him.
"No, it won't."
At that moment, he faced the girl's breathtaking beauty, and the abstinent and cold boy swore in her ear:
"If you break your oath, you will have no place to die."
Emperor Yao was silent. Really, wouldn't it?
The girl lowered her eyes, and the whole person was hidden in the disillusioned light and shadow, unable to see her emotions clearly.
Perhaps, he was lying to her.
Perhaps, one day, the gods and demons confronted each other, and he and she met each other.
Maybe she will die at his hands.
But Emperor Yao would never have thought that between him and her, one day, the person who was abandoned would be him, but not her.
She wiped out his soul with her own hands......
Later, among all walks of life, she justifiably rode in the same sedan chair with him, and no longer like before, she could only look up to him from a distant crowd.
In all the springs, summers, autumns and winters, she played with him to admire the moon, and played with him on the piano, but not like before, she could only look at him secretly through layers of barriers, in the biting cold wind, and in the summer heat.
He doted on her, and he pampered her to the point that heaven did not tolerate it.
He once ignored the Heavenly Thunder God Tribulation, and traveled three thousand miles in the blood and flames, just to catch that her, who escaped without reason.
He also rode with her under the moon, and at that moment, he imprisoned her in his arms, rode his horse and whipped, and galloped three thousand miles at night, just for her joke: Allure Demon Venerable, I want to go wild with you, is it okay?
He has searched the Six Realms and crossed the boundary between life and death again and again.
Wandering on the verge of death again and again, just to find the medicine of the "Nine Heavens Poison" in her, the blood moon is bright.
Emperor Yao, you are my poison, and there is no cure.
Therefore, I will cure your poison for you.
He also searched all over the world and searched the entire Six Realms in the most bitter winter season, just to send her favorite "silk honey" from far away from the Six Realms.
At the most bloody moment in the Demon Realm, he abandoned everything to find her, just for a message from the Demon Yi Messenger: "Your Excellency, the girl of Emperor Fu Yao, she seems to be sick!" ”
He embraced her again and again, but he always suffered from gains and losses because of her:
Yu Yao, you are my robbery, and you can't escape.
He swore to her: Yu Yao, I will never fail you.
But what he didn't tell her was: Yu Yao, for you, what is the responsibility of the world?
Yu Yao, the world is not as beautiful as you.
He whispered softly in her ear: "Yu Yao, you are my favorite scourge water, the only scourge water." ”