Otherwise, she wouldn't be so weak.

Ji Jiu clenched his small fists.

She walked casually through the streets of Beijing, through the streets of the world, beside the streets stood trees with clear leaves, and in the New Year's period near the dust, the roadside has been hung with beautiful and bright red.

She was wearing a snow-white plush slightly long coat, her little hands were hidden in her pockets, her sore neck was slightly tilted, and her dark eyes stared at a certain place in a daze without blinking.

The gods were confused.

There is a mid-century Rosen on the corner, and a little across the road there are two schools, a vocational college campus for the arts, and a senior vocational high school, and it is just time for classes, so there are not many people on the street, but there is an old lady who comes out with her little grandson.

She put her hands in her pockets and retreated to the side of the traffic light, at least not in the way, and then she stood there all the time, looking at the pedestrians coming and going or holding hands, the beautiful astrolabe in her eyes rotated, and the girl raised her chin slightly and sighed softly.

The little guy held Grandma's hand, and her milk voice swayed, "Grandma, Grandma, it's a red light now!" The teacher said, stop at the red light, go at the green light, stop at the yellow light~"

The white-haired woman smiled, "Oh, there is no car now, and if you don't leave, your parents will have to wait in a hurry." ”

"No, grandma......"

The next second.

Ji Jiu's pupils shrank violently, and before she had time to think of anything, her fingertips were raised, and the glowing blue light flew over, and the woman and the child only felt a huge thrust. Then, a small car passed in front of them.

A piercing and violent friction sound pierced the eardrums, and the frightened driver who almost got into trouble pulled the car window, and there was a beautiful national curse outside the window, and the latter was also shocked, and forgot to fight back with the same posture for a while, but nothing big happened.

Ji Jiu sighed.

[Ding - Belief value +5, current cumulative belief value 10]

*

At that time, Fu Qi rarely fell into a tired sleep, and the young man's fine black hair was spread on the snow-white and soft bed, curled up in a posture.

The room is rare to be quiet, quiet to a little quiet and terrifying, the warm winter sun projection, holding the young man's delicate and beautiful facial features, quiet like a clean and cold god, but between the eyebrows and eyes gradually dyed some tired emotions called fragile.

“……”

The night was sultry, and the wind came in through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, and the young man moved his eyes, and his frown was slightly relaxed.

What woke him up from his sleep was a phone call.

Fu Qi's mobile phone has been placed on the head of the bed since he came back, the environment is very quiet, so quiet that even the mobile phone vibration can be heard clearly, the young man's half-closed eyelashes moved slightly, and then Fu Qi slowly opened, and his eyes were dark, only the light of the stars outside the window flickered, light and brilliant beautiful brilliance.

The curtain of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows was lifted lightly by the wind, the huge hotel was empty, quiet to a little terrifying, and the usual noisy Ji Jiu was not there, and the lights were dimmed, as if the little girl had been gone for a long time.

Fu Qi's palm rubbed his temples.

*

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? “