The darkness of the candle was spread out on the veil, Xuanyi put it in front of her eyes and tried it, it was unexpectedly suitable, her eyes were much more fragile than before, and she had to take good care of it.

At this time, looking at the golden light around her, she lay down on the ground, knocked on the sword wall with her hand, and lazily said nonsense: "The Lord of Candle Yin is hungry, and he wants to eat people, so take this seat to a place where there are many mortals." ”

Jian Bi was immediately knocked twice by Fu Cang's fingers, he was not polite at all, the knock was so loud that her head hurt, and the voice seemed to come from the distant sky: "Bear it." ”

Endure it again, how can he be so brutal.

Xuanyi turned over and turned over in the belly of the golden dragon, there was nothing to do, so she simply used her fingernails to pick the sword wall, who knew that the golden light was picked out by her three times and didn't pick out a hole, she put her face on the hole and looked out, the stupid lion that Fucang often rode was not there, he was walking against the wind. The sky is dark, and the auspicious light that used to fly in the sky often because of the edict of slaying demons in the sky has disappeared, and the demons are lurking, and the gods are not moving, and the quiet is a little creepy.

A hand reached over to plug the hole, and Fu Cang was helpless about her bad habit of picking around everywhere: "Very depressed?"

Xuanyi blew out lightly, and a layer of pitch-black ice formed in his palm, and he immediately flicked the wooden sword a few times with his fingertips, and continued to play it with a clattering sound.

As if thinking this was funny, the dragon princess's chuckle sounded softly from inside the wooden sword.

Fu Cang looked down at the wooden sword that had become pitch black, it was not pure Jun after all, it was locked up in a fallen god, and it couldn't withstand the turbidity after a long time. The fingertips flicked over the wooden sword, and Hua Xu's golden wood divine power made it smooth again, and she also followed with an "oops": "It's much refreshing." ”

Then be quiet, if anyone finds out that this wooden sword will make a sound, something big will happen.

Who knew that she began to speak slowly again: "Senior Brother Fucang, next time let the golden dragon swallow some books, flowers, grass or something to come in, okay?"

The awesome sword vaporization dragon was weirdly distorted by her in this way.

"What books do you want to read?" Fu Cang has always felt amazing about her love of reading, what kind of books does she read all day long, but she reads like this?

Xuanyi thought seriously for a while, and said, "When you were a mortal, there were a few red-skinned books in the bookshelf, what was the name......

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by Fu Cang: "You remember wrong." ”

Her memory has never been bad, how could she be wrong?

"First name ......"

His fingertips flicked against the wooden sword again, making her ears rattle. Annoyed and angry like this, there must be a ghost, Xuanyi pouted: "Reckless." ”

Fu Cang said lightly: "If you talk again, you won't be allowed to come out for three days." ”

She didn't believe that he could lock her in the sword for the rest of her life, and Xuanyi blew into the hole again.

As a result, he really didn't care about her for long, and when she was dragged out of the wooden sword, the mortal world was shining with the sun, and the breeze was gusting on the verdant hills.

Xuanyi looked around, his eyes fell on the imperial mulberry on the edge of the cliff, its wide leaves were still so clean and refreshing, and the sound of the wind blowing on it was still so beautiful, like a light rain.

The sudden joy was the same as he brought to her back then. Finally saw it again, nothing changed.

Xuanyi flew over lightly, looking up at it, there was no longer half a city under the mountain, and the greenery covered the entire horizon. She suddenly couldn't help but turn her head, the mortal prince at that time was now a white-clothed warrior, and the goddess at that time was now a demon.

The way he looked at her still hadn't changed, after thousands of years, this moment was still that moment.

Xuanyi smiled and held out her hand to him, she was glad that he was still with her now. The Evil King is too demonic: The Supreme Dementor

The slender hand held her, and the white-clothed Divine Monarch was already standing beside her, standing with her under this mortal imperial mulberry, looking at the half of the city that no longer existed under the mountain.

The mountain wind carried a much thicker turbid air through her snow-colored long sleeves and hem, and she was still wearing his clothes, as if she were about to fly.

Xuanyi slowly sat on the edge of the cliff, a few locks of loose long hair stuck to her face, she pushed it away, looked up at the leaves of the imperial mulberry above her head, and said softly: "This imperial mulberry is better than the one in my purple mansion, it should be the best I have ever seen." ”

Fu Cang also sat down, slowly combed her long hair with his fingers, took out the gold ring she had left in the belly of the snake from his sleeve, and held it to her ear for her. She took off the gold ring again, grabbed his sleeve and put it in, and then said softly: "Little thief, you always steal my gold ring, just give it to you." ”

He shook his head and hugged her with open arms, not like leaving a relic, whether it is a costume or a jewel, it is all because the one he loves in his heart is wearing it.

At such a moment of compassion and tenderness, Princess Leng Bu Ding Long suddenly came out of place: "I'm not mistaken, I turned a few pages, and those red books seem to tell the story of female ghosts and scholars." ”

...... Mention this again.

Fu Cang didn't know whether to knock her in the wooden sword a few more times, or simply throw her off this cliff. I only heard her smile carefully, and gently squirted into his face, exhaling like an orchid, and her voice was soft: "Pretend." ”

Tilt your head closer, a kiss, very light.

Little female ghost. Fu Cang bowed his head and deepened this light kiss.

Let the time go back to the past, so that he can rush back to the nether world in the middle of that snowy night, when he is young, in the wilderness, in the sky and on the earth, there are three thousand scenery everywhere, the ends of the earth. They will be together for a long, long time, and nothing will be a fleeting dream.

The night was getting darker, and the wind was strong on the edge of the cliff, and the dragon princess curled up in his arms, and the sound of the wind did not disturb her, and she slept deeply.

Don't dream. Fu Cang lowered his head and kissed her on the face, throwing out the wooden sword, causing the golden dragon to protect her in the abdomen.

There seemed to be auspicious light passing across the far sky, he squinted his eyes, got up and wanted to leave, but saw several auspicious lights suddenly falling in the distance, and the voice of the prince Changqin suddenly sounded: "Fucang! I knew you would be around here!"

Fu Cang turned around, and saw the crown prince Changqin leading a few generals of the Ding Mao Department to come with anxious faces, and said again: "Don't look for that princess! She escaped on purpose! There is news from the upper realm that she has fallen into a demon, and she will immediately issue a summoning order for the whole war department, and quickly return to the Ding Mao department!"

Fu Cang didn't speak, and the vast night in front of him suddenly became so dangerous.

The crown prince Changqin was still saying: "I'll just say that how can your sword vaporization dragon miss, it must be Chunjun who recognizes the smell of the fallen gods!

Fu Cang was silent for a moment, bowed his head slightly, and reflexively rose against the wind, and suddenly saw several huge mantra bindings falling from the void, and immediately wanted to bind him, he seemed to have been prepared, and the blue heavenly sword jumped out of the sheath, turning into a huge and incomparable golden dragon, and quickly circled around and crushed those restraints.

He didn't look back: "The convening order of the whole war department is not about to be issued, but it has already been issued? Brother Changqin has always been straightforward and heroic, why bother to learn these lame kung fu to act?"

With the temperament of the prince Changqin, he would never run out to look for him, he came to look for him, and specially brought a few generals, so it must be different.

Prince Changqin's expression was complicated, he looked at him for a while, and sighed: "You are transparent, how can you be so stupid?" She is a fallen god, there is no way to live, even if she is an enemy of the entire Candle Yin Clan, it is impossible to leave her. For the sake of the past, I'll take a step forward to remind you. If you don't go back to the war department these days, you should be with her? Where is she hiding? Hand her over quickly, don't make stupid and wrong things, there is absolutely no room for maneuver in this matter. ”

Fu Cang quietly stared at the steep night, turned his head again, and his voice was cold: "Yes, there is absolutely no room for maneuver in this matter." ”

(Zilang Literature)