Fu Qi: "......"

Fang Cai's somewhat pessimistic mood disappeared in an instant, and the young man's beautiful expression was slightly stunned, and his eyes froze.

But the little girl's expression was still very serious, and she thought she was really wronged, so she smashed her mouth, with a small look of "I'm really greedy", Fu Qi glanced at her and suddenly sneered.

"Do you know what I'm talking about," Fu Qiwen's palm gently rubbed the little girl's hair, and the gloomy mood dissipated a little, and her low voice was tinged with a faint softness, and she didn't have the slightest temper towards her.

"I said I'm afraid something will happen to you, you said you want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs?"

Anti-hypocrisy, ah.

Fu Qi touched the tip of his tongue against the gums.

He is not a person who will shed tears in his own right, and when he grew up, the only time he felt scared was when his grandmother suddenly fell ill and was sent to the hospital, and the red "operational" light came on.

Even if Ji Jiu woke up, Fu Qi still felt a little afraid, her sudden contact made him really frightened, this feeling was too familiar, he paused silently, and the fingertips hanging by his side clenched.

It's true that this time it's back, but who can guarantee that there won't be a next time.

Next.

What if you can't find it?

The door was closed, the huge floor-to-ceiling window opened a small slit, the wind was faint, and the indoor environment was a different kind of quiet, Fu Qi stared at Ji Jiu's immature little face, and suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"You're like a kid who doesn't grow up."

Ji Jiu said casually: "I don't grow up in the first place." ”

She is more than 3,000 years old, and since she became a god, it seems that she has always been like this, and she has never changed anything.

Feng Qi thought she was too small.

The first time she went to the battlefield with him with her sword, Feng Qi could still take a look at her and drag her into his arms by the way.

In a mocking tone: "Little one." ”

Ji Jiu: "? ”

Are you small, you're small, you're small, you're small, you're small everywhere!

That's it? That's it!

Later, Ji Jiu learned that Feng Qi didn't mean to laugh at her at that time, he was just laughing at himself.

That guy took all his men on the eve of the war.

Only a little girl like him remains.

But what he didn't expect was that Ji Jiu was so fierce, and the people who could kill single-handedly were defeated and retreated, with a cold murderous look on his soft little face, and a kind of "I'm cool" excitement.

"I won't grow up," Fu Qi pondered for a moment, and then changed his mouth, "Isn't that because I'm old and decrepit, I can't walk anymore, and you still look like this?" ”

"I can push you to square dance."

-

*

The wind rises, and the clouds surge.

Deep, as deep as the bottom of the sea, a flash of light appeared.

She was snow-white and ethereal, cloud-like mist, suddenly looked back, and calmly landed in the world.

The other party is thin and slender, and the contours of the side face are delicate and beautiful.

He stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes were low, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked at the clean and cold fairy with a light tiptoe, and his black hair rose slightly, slowly falling in front of him.

The color of the pupils is pure, clear and clear, reflecting the deep and quiet sky, and him.

"Can't speak?"

Praying for the moon to speak, the voice is also like myself, cold and quiet, like the fine snow condensed in the jungle and mountains.

She sighed, as if by grace, her eyes widened, her fingers slender and tender, and the cold mist lingered around her.

"Time has changed."

Just when Qiyue raised her hand, wanting to hold the other party's fingertips. The young man in ink was calm, his eyes were slightly constricted, and his slender figure retreated, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

"My name is Shi Qian."

The indifferent voice entered his ears, and the eyes of the moon were faintly stunned.

Then he withdrew his hand without a trace, nodded as if nothing had happened.

"Pray for the moon."

*

She was born in the clouds, standing in the sky, cold and clean, with the world at the bottom of her eyes.

He was born in the world, standing in chaos, dull and obscure, and his eyes were full of anger.

She is the god of the clouds.

He was a mortal monster.

A wretched, poor, monster that everybody wants to get rid of.

It is rumored that he is heinous, killing, setting fires, waving his hands to turn over the clouds and rain, cloudy and sunny, and in a snap of his fingers, a life is wiped out.

The birds in the forest are singing, the night rain is dripping at the beginning of the day, the window is blowing in the grate, praying for the moon is sitting in the courtyard, the fingers are caressing the piano, the bamboo leaves are falling, the young man's ink hair is tied up, the eyebrows and eyes are like a crescent moon, and the bottom of the eyes is full of stars.

He hooked his lips and smiled viciously, he was clearly the big demon king rumored by the outside world, but he liked to squint at her with his cheeks, his teeth were snow-white, the dimples on his cheeks were lightly sunken, he tilted his head slightly, and his voice was low and soft.

Unexpectedly, it looks a little soft and cute.

"Hey, sister, I'm here, won't you pour me a glass of wine?"

"I have wine, but I can't give it."

"You immortals are so stingy?"

"You're still young."

"Where am I small? Sister, I'm 500 years old. “

"Drink tea and meditate."

"So..."

"There's no way to drink."

The young man rubbed over, grabbed the other party's snow-white and clean sleeves, raised his eyes, and blinked innocently and innocently.

"Sister, I swear, one bite, just a small bite... You're a god, you're the best..."

Yan Ying slanted, holding the cup and drinking from afar, the dark pupils were half-squinted, and the snow-white small fangs on the lips were slightly exposed, and in less than half of the altar, the young man already showed signs of drunkenness, he ran over vaguely, and hugged the waist of the fairy from behind.

"They're going to kill me, and they all think I'm bad. But sister, I didn't do anything, I didn't kill a life, my hands were clean. “

The voice was almost murmuring, and there was some aggrieved accusation.

"Only you believe me."

"So you're the best fairy."

The young man's breath was hot, and he was a simple and innocent little appearance, praying for the moon, and the little light that was originally condensed on his fingertips suddenly disappeared.

She tilted her eyes slightly and looked at him.

The bottom of my heart suddenly softened for a moment.

"If he is obedient and well-behaved, you will kill him, leaving a wisp of soul behind him to be an ordinary good boy in the next life.

"If he is violent and sees life like a mustard, you will crush him to ashes.

"Eternal life and eternity, let him never recover."

*

One is dressed in white, and one side is soft.

The placket of the cold fairy was half faded, the white shoulders were thin, and he groaned in a low voice.

The jet-black hair was messy behind him, the tails of his eyes were red, and his slender legs wrapped around the other's smooth and beautiful waistline.

The slender figure of the young man was covered with ten fingers.

Lips and teeth are close to each other, breathing is unsteady and slightly hot.

"Sister."

The hot breath was sprayed, the chest of the fairy rose and fell slightly, the eyes were blank and half-narrowed, and on the delicate white collarbone, there were young man's light reddish tooth marks.

“…… Well? “

Shi Qian leaned over, and the snow-white fangs gently bit the tips of the other party's small crimson ears.

Study the spirit of the congratulatory letter to the 13th National Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students, and study the spirit and recall report and constitution of the 13th Committee of the All-China Youth Federation and the 27th National Congress of the All-China Federation of Students