If the plan fails in the end, he will always become a little hairy ball, sulking on the sidelines.

It may be that when you feel like you're in human form, you're sulking and affecting your image.

But he probably didn't know that he had already lost his face when he became a plush ball sitting on the holy stone and was angry.

And every time he becomes like this, it looks good to poke.

Qinghui couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand to poke the little hairball everywhere.

Of course, in the end, it often ends with the two of them getting into a mess.

After that, the leaders elected by the humans made rules with the Bloods, and the Bloods and Humans coexisted peacefully.

And Qinghui, as a saint, has the existence of that strange bloodline, although her appearance does not age.

But in fact, the body's functions will gradually weaken with the passage of time.

Life is only a hundred years.

When Qinghui was lazily lying in the garden basking in the sun.

Lu Si was already standing not far away, looking at Qinghui with an indescribable look for a long time.

In the end, Qinghui, who didn't even bother to open his eyes, was hugged into the blood castle.

On that day, the Bloodclan Castle fell back into a deep sleep, the surrounding dark fog obscuring the sky.

Lu Si carried Qinghui step by step towards the sleeping place he had prepared for the two of them.

first put Qinghui in, and then he slowly lay in.

Hold Qinghui in your arms.

His face was buried between Qinghui's neck, and his voice seemed to tremble faintly.

And then muttered dissatisfied.

"The piece of stuff you like, I've put it in, if you're tired, you can sleep."

"I'm not tired." Qinghui closed his eyes and muttered.

And then there is pointless bickering, arguing.

Children quarrel as if they were arguing.

Finally, Qinghui yawned lazily, and his voice gradually lowered.

The voice of a light coffee sounded in my ears.

'The fragments of the Divine Soul of Lord Mingyue of this plane have been collected, Lord Qinghui will wait a moment and immediately enter the next plane. ’

Qinghui in his arms was no longer sound.

The lid of the coffin had also been closed, and Lu Si also closed his eyes, but he was still talking.

"What the hell is there to like about that broken stone?"

He didn't understand......

But it's been so long, and now I look back and look at it, plus some pictures that are gradually coming up.

Lu Si took a faint breath of talk, spoke in a low voice, and finally the voice gradually disappeared.

"Little Badass ......"

He is a Blood, and he doesn't like the sun, but because the black fog around your castle has receded, it shines brightly all day long;

He is a Blood, and he has been immortal since birth, but because of you he has an idea of time and knows what eternity is......

***

Qinghui only felt the familiar feeling withdraw from the body of this plane.

Only this time, it didn't go directly to the next plane.

The surroundings were pitch black, and there seemed to be a bit of a depressing atmosphere around them, and Qinghui instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

"Coffee?"

The little girl in the white immortal cultivation robe tilted her head slightly and opened her mouth suspiciously.

The original appearance, Qinghui's little face is more delicate and cute.

But the shallow coffee didn't answer.

A pair of hands suddenly reached out from behind, causing Qinghui's attention to shift from the dark and oppressive atmosphere around him to this hand.

The little girl subconsciously raised her hand and turned sideways slightly, wanting to pinch the other party's wrist to fight back.