In the twilight of winter, His Royal Highness Mingxu fell the first snow, and it fell straight for three or four days, and this morning the snow was clear. The Mingxu Hall was covered with snow, and it was even more dazzling when it was illuminated by the sun, Xuanyi's left leg stood alone, jumping around in the Ice and Snow Palace, busy closing the thick curtains.

Half a year has passed since the injury in the nether realm, and the wound that Qi Nan said would take thirty years to heal has healed most of the time in this short half a year, so a miraculous situation makes her very cautious, and she has to carefully check the injury every day, but she doesn't see anything unusual for the time being, but the wound is just healing, and it is inevitable that it will itch badly, Xuanyi opened the white cloth, did not dare to scratch vigorously, and only gently pressed a few times with her fingertips.

There was a slight opening sound at the door of the hall, and someone came in the snow, it should be Shaoyi who brought her refreshments.

Xuanyi jumped to the moon window again, opened the moon window, and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Shaoyi, refreshments ......"

The window was dazzlingly bright, and the person who came was dressed in white and black hair, and it was even more dazzling, and it seemed that he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but her sudden opening of the window made him slightly startled and turned his face.

Xuanyi immediately wanted to cover her eyes, unlucky, no wonder she felt that there was always a laugh coming from a distance last night, it turned out that this guy was back. I haven't seen her for half a year, this guy is still the same, and he still pretends to wear white clothes on a snowy day, which is simply a second injury to her fragile eyes.

She was about to smash the moon window with force, but she heard his long-lost charming voice sounding in front of her, and her tone was cold: "Go to Zhu Xuanyuyang Mansion today, it's my turn to pick you up." ”

Xuanyi smiled lightly, leaned on the window lattice, and all the new and old hatreds buried in the back of his head came out again, and said softly: "Senior Brother Fucang, I miss you so much." I heard that you have broken through some realm, will it be more neat to dance with knives and guns in the future?"

Fu Cang's gaze subconsciously fell on her fleshy and even-toned feet, as if she felt that something was wrong, and immediately moved up, but this dragon princess was disheveled all over her body, her hair was scattered, she was not wearing a coat, she was barefoot and bare-armed, as thin as jade.

I haven't seen him for half a year, and she can still shock him.

His gaze had to stop at her face full of sneering expressions, and his tone was a little colder: "Put on your clothes and shoes." ”

He's not her father. Xuanyi didn't care, and focused on grinding his teeth with him: "But I haven't eaten yet." ”

Fu Cang didn't speak, but only looked back at the perfect tonic soup frozen under the table into an ice lump. When I came back yesterday, Gu Ting mentioned Xuanyi and said that he had found an ancient recipe for her, and that he would take in the soup every day - obviously this soup was not very popular with the dragon princess.

Oops, she was so busy looking at the wound in the morning that she forgot to dispose of the lump of Shiquan Tonic Soup that had been frozen into ice, and he actually saw it.

Xuanyi raised his chin: "I don't like to eat the Ten Perfection Tonic Soup." ”

Fu Cang looked at her quietly for a moment, and said lightly: "It's a moment of difference between the hours and the hours, and the hours are leaving, and you still have a moment to get the instrument right." Either you drag it like that, or you change your clothes right away. When the time comes, I will arrest people directly. ”

Xuanyi bit his lip and seemed to be smiling: "I'm not well-dressed, and Senior Brother Fucang is going to arrest someone?"

Fu Cang's eyebrows raised slightly: "You can try." ”

The moonlight slammed shut, and the high-spirited princess was obviously holding her breath again.

Fu Cang waited quietly under the window with his back, he and the dragon princess always seemed to be unable to speak in harmony, from the initial realization to the present, after half a year of goodbye, she still spoke provocatively, and he couldn't help but sneer, as soon as they saw each other, they would erect all the thorns on their bodies.

The moon window was suddenly opened again, and Xuanyi's voice with a hint of resentment sounded: "I'm hungry." ”

When he turned around, the little princess who had always loved to dress up had quickly taken on a new look, her purple robe was embroidered with a light golden dragon with closed eyes, a moon-white shawl hung on her arm, and her thick long hair was tied into a diagonal ring bun, and the gold rings were shining in between.

The unique cold and dark incense smell of the Candle Yin clan came to his face, and he subconsciously looked down, she was already wearing shoes on her feet, and her snow-white calves were buried under the overlapping skirts, and he couldn't see the current injury, nor the pair of jade-like feet.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and said lightly: "Bear with it." ”

Xuanyi stretched out his hands to him from above, and said in an arrogant tone: "Then take me away." ”

Fu Cang didn't react, and suddenly stretched out his hand, she only felt her waist and shoulders tighten, and the sky was spinning for a while, and he actually carried her out of the window like a bag, threw her on her back, and turned to leave.

Her head hit him, and she gritted her teeth in pain.

The snow cleared, and a little golden sunlight sprinkled on the snowy green bamboo beside the road, and Fu Cang walked not fast, his arm on the crook of her knees, and her calves swayed with her steps.

I don't know what happened to her injuries, the Candle Yin Clan's healing after being injured was much slower than that of ordinary Protoss, not to mention that the demon poison soft thorn in her body hadn't been taken out yet. Fu Cang suddenly held her right calf, the white cloth tentacles were dry, there was no blood, he was a little surprised in his heart, Wangshu should not have time to heal her, her injuries healed unexpectedly quickly.

With a pain in his neck, the dragon princess on his back didn't say a word, picking a few nails at his skin, full of threats.

Fu Cang felt that he could hear the cold words in her heart: Don't touch me.

The sudden breath in his throat made him squint, and the hand that had been slightly loosened slowly clenched again as if provocative, and before her nails could dig into his skin, he shot like electricity, grabbed her two paws, and made her cry out in pain, and then followed back in the nether, and the whole body hung behind his back, struggling and moving.

Vulgar and reckless!

"Senior Brother Fucang. Her voice was soft and delicate, but it was full of sarcasm, "You really don't know what it means to be pitiful." ”

Seeing that he didn't react, Xuanyi put his chin on his shoulder and exhaled like an orchid: "However, in fact, I like a rough and reckless man like you who has become more powerful." ”

Fu Cang's charming low voice carried a hint of disgust: "It just so happens that a goddess like you who is becoming more and more arrogant and rude, I hate it very much." ”

"I hate it, I say that people are arrogant and rude. Xuanyi blew viciously into his ear, "If you want to be gentle like water, I can too." ”

He reacted greatly, and immediately grabbed her in front of him and looked at her coldly.

Xuanyi smoothed her sleeves, even if she was lifted, her posture remained elegant: "Senior Brother Fucang, you messed up my clothes." ”

Fu Cang's face sank like water, his dark eyes stared at her for a long time, and his voice became indifferent again: "Before you get to the palace gate, if you say one more word, move again, and I will tie you up." ”

He paused, but finally picked her up.

Xuanyi turned her face away, and she finally regretted it a little, why didn't she learn to fight, so that she could at least beat this bastard into a rag.

The cold wind slowly flowed in the three hundred courtyards, and the Protoss stepped on the snow without a trace, and the snow-white clothes of the Fucang blew through the snow, and the snow particles rolled with the wind.

The dragon princess in his arms was as quiet as a piece of wood, but he couldn't really treat her as wood, the last time she was extremely injured, the situation was special, he or hugged or carried or lifted, didn't think much about it at all, now she is dressed up delicately, the fragrance is overflowing, he is holding it horizontally, it feels very weird.

For some reason, Fu Cang suddenly remembered the little loach that loved to drill his neckline, and the cold ball curled up on his chest.

But soon, the little loach turned into the appearance of a dragon princess again, and in the misty moonlight of the nether realm, her face was like jade and porcelain, her lips were plump, and her bare feet appeared under the hem of her skirt.

He frowned, trying to dispel the inexplicable thought, but found that he could not do anything about it.