Lifting the light veil on the sedan chair, Mo Zishu and the woman in the sedan chair looked at each other, her eyebrows stretched, and the corners of her lips hooked up to reveal a dangerous smile.

If it were another world, the monk would have turned ugly when he saw this smile, and he found the opportunity to flee quickly, for fear of being beaten half to death.

And in this world, only the demon cultivators who are familiar with the supreme demon path know that this is learning what kind of terrifying expression and what kind of terrible person they are.

"Good boy."

The people knelt down, not seeing the stares and threats of the innocent girl, and the woman leaning on the cushion unconsciously put the tassel on the long ears of the little fox mask, white smoke swirled, light yarn danced, and the bell rang, and the woman slowly pulled the vigilant Mo Zishu into the dreamlike sedan chair.

The palanquin floats on all sides, wrapped around the huge golden-red jade at the four corners, the bells are far away, the tassels are raised like flowing water, and the lavish treasures inlaid with them shine with dazzling and brilliant light.

The pious who knelt on the ground folded their hands and chanted in a sacred whisper to see off the woman who had blessed the Great Bong.

The extravagant sedan chair swayed slowly, and the woman stroked the mask on her face that hinted at the gods, pinched Mo Zishu's soft palm, and asked in a voice, "Which child is it?" ”

Who wouldn't pretend to be stupid.

Mo Zishu sneered at the corner of her mouth, lying on the woman's behold, playing with the round pearl jade on the woman's red dress: "The child of the Mo family, where is my sister?" ”

The woman smiled lightly, the flower branches trembled, and the jewels in her hair collided, making a crisp sound: "I, too, am a child of the Mo family." ”

Mo's!

The girl's body froze visibly with the naked eye, and the expression on her face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling was peeled apart.

Not good!

She nestled in Qi Zixuan's arms every day, following him up and down to deal with official business, and asked curiously.

"Zixuan, why don't you have the same surname Mo as me."

The Demon Venerable had doting in his eyes, followed the soft fur of the little fox, and pressed a round small paw print on the fold with his little paws.

The demon venerable, who had a cloudy temper outside, kissed the little fox's forehead at this moment, and was in a good mood and gave an extremely arrogant "quasi" to the fold that he didn't take a look at. Then he pushed away the stacked folds on the table, put the little fox on the table, and carefully wiped the ink on the little fox's fur with the shark silk.

"According to the script, there was once a poignant love story in this world."

Demon Venerable snorted disdainfully, and cleaned up Mo Xiang's wanton little claws more carefully, not letting go of any small gaps. The little fox was itched by him, and kicked his legs in protest, pasting the fur of the Demon Zun's mouth.

"If you want me to say, it's just a coward who has no courage to let go of the person he loves, and then he screams and disappears."

"A very powerful ancient god, seeing his lover frowning and melancholy every day, he tried his best to smile again. So he wasted a lot of effort, went through a lot of hardships, collected all kinds of rare treasures, created this world, gave it to his lover, and then disposed of it. ”

At this time, the sorrowful lover just glanced at it, and his smile bloomed, tears rippled, and he was reconciled with the ancient gods. However, before the ancient gods could be happy, his lover left him forever after a warm stay. There was no foreshadowing, not a single message. ”

After that, the ancient gods fell into a slump and wanted to sleep forever. Before he fell asleep, he saw the little world that his lover loved very much, and he laughed. ”