Fu Cang took a breath, no matter when, she always had an endless way to make him want to beat her.

Twenty-three thousand years later, that hasn't changed.

The dark and deep eyes met her cautious and hesitant eyes, and her gaze almost immediately averted, and the confusion and embarrassment that was carefully hidden, his dragon princess, she did not change much.

He grabbed the snow dog head in his hand and said lightly: "Get up and practice the sword well." ”

Xuanyi immediately turned over and turned his back to him: "I won't." ”

She had been like this all morning, sticky on the grass like kraft candy, with several dead leaves wrapped around her long fluffy hair, and a little green turf on her white clothes, just to avoid practicing swords.

Fu Cang twisted out the dead leaves between her hair one by one, and she immediately pulled all her hair into her clothes, but she didn't say the word "don't touch me".

He blew softly, and the soft breeze carried away all the dead leaves of the grass from her hair and clothes, and she covered her head and face with her sleeves, and posed as if she was going to sleep.

After lying down for a long time, Xuanyi only felt that there was no sound behind her, she secretly turned her head to look through the gap in her sleeve, but saw that Fu Cang was still sitting behind her, playing with the white snow dog head in her palm. As if sensing her peeking, he whispered, "Don't want to get up?"

She only had three words: "I won't." ”

He was as good as he was: "Good." ”

Seeing that the sun was on the third pole, the maiden sent the meal on time, because she knew that this princess of the Candle Yin clan had a picky and eccentric taste, and she didn't like to eat meals, but only liked to drink tea and eat refreshments, so she specially prepared a box of peach blossom fruit cake and a pot of Huaguang Feijing tea for her today.

Smelling the aroma, Xuanyi sat up, Leng Buding's shoulder was gently pressed, and her body was pressed back onto the turf. She stared at Fu Cang with round eyes, and his expression was calm: "Continue to sleep." ”

Xuanyi frowned: "I'm hungry and want to eat." ”

His hand pressed against her shoulder: "You won't." ”

She took a deep breath, she was simply hanging by a hair, and there were thousands of pounds of boulders hanging from her body, and below was a sea of poisonous wine, and she was shaking.

The maiden waited in the house for a long time and did not see them come in, so she had to speak cautiously: "Princess, Fucang Shenjun, it's time to eat." ”

Fu Cang's jaw: "Please bring my share." ”

The maiden was beating wildly, and she didn't dare to forget the princess after all: "But the princess ......"

"She doesn't. ”

Xuanyi stared at Fucang with both eyes, and the maiden put the small case on the grass in front of him, he pressed her with one hand, and held the chopsticks with the other hand and began to eat, eating not fast or slow, just right.

The hair was about to break, she stretched out her hand and wanted to push his small case, but he is now a battle-hardened general, this little action can't escape his eyes at all, and when he pressed the small case, he glanced at her with dark eyes: "Today's task is to lie here for a day." ”

Xuanyi didn't know whether he was angry or suffocated, he looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said softly: "I'm really hungry." ”

About the experience of the battlefield hardened his heart, and he was not moved at all: "You will not be hungry." ”

Xuanyi hugged his head in pain, this guy is going to drive her crazy, he will definitely drive her crazy. She suddenly lowered her sleeves, and the strong man broke his wrist: "I practice." ”

Fu Cang's hand left her shoulder neatly and simply, and the maiden served the meal obediently, Xuanyi drank tea and ate refreshments, while feeling that his stomach was full of tears, which was a thousand times more bitter than the candle yin and white snow of the year.

A food box was pushed over, and there were three peach blossom cake cakes that had not moved, and Xuanyi unceremoniously caught all of them in his box, even if he still had a conscience!

"The next time you practice swords, you have to change your clothes and put on soft boots. Fu Cang reminded her again.

Xuanyi said coldly: "No soft boots, no clothes." ”

He was not affected in the slightest: "I will ask Emperor Qingyuan to make a set of warrior outfits for you." ”

Whatever, whatever he does, anyway, when he heals, her days of torture will be over.

After a short break for refreshments, Xuanyi struggled to get up from the turf, probably because she was wearing wooden shoes, and the soles of her feet looked like they were about to break, and she frowned in pain.

The body was held down again, and Fu Cang leaned over and took off the wooden shoes on her feet: "Don't wear wooden shoes anymore, I won't practice today." ”

Xuanyi immediately became vigilant: "...... I'm still hungry at night. ”

He said lightly: "If your feet hurt like this, you can't practice well." ”

So what was he just now? Did he deliberately seduce her to fight with him?! This guy is so vicious now, too vicious! Even if she has a belly of insidious and cunning tricks to deal with him, she won't use it again, whether it's vindictive or lingering, don't go back, okay?

Xuanyi turned his back to him, and cut the embroidery of the dragon with closed eyes on his sleeve in a mess. The hair that was pulled into the clothes was gently pulled out by a pair of hands, put it in the palm of her hand and combed it slowly, she tried to pull it back, but he didn't let go, she had to give up.

The position of the two of them seems to be reversed.

Xuanyi was stunned for a long time, slowly felt out a ball of white snow, pinched a pig's head, picked out two nostrils with his fingernails, and suddenly turned his head and asked him: "Does the prince of Zhanghai look like this?"

The cute and harmless imagination makes the fierce and cruel ancient demon lords of the Nether seem less terrifying. Fu Cang smiled, anyway, the lord had already been killed, so he nodded in acquiescence.

Xuanyi hesitated for a moment and said lightly: "You...... Was it this pig's head that was bitten?"

He didn't know whether to be angry or laugh, so he paused for a moment and said slowly, "Why do you always ask about injuries?"

Xuanyi lowered his head and dangled the pig's head with his fingertips: "Just ask." ”

Fu Cang looked at her for a while, and slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a strong and tight forearm, from his elbow to the back of his hand, a long, deep laceration, and a pitch-black turbidity wrapped around it.

"Whoever is scratched by the paws of the Maharaja, a negative dog, will not die. He answered the unasked question for her.

Xuanyi subconsciously reached out and wanted to touch it, but was stopped by him: "Don't touch it." ”

She retracted her hand, stared at the wound for a long time, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt. ”

The sleeves were lowered, and Fu Cang lowered her head to stare into her eyes, and she subconsciously dodged, shrinking back. He slowly stretched out his hand to her, and she simply rolled backwards, he approached, she rolled again, he went in again, and continued to roll, but her head hit the leg of the chair turned into a wooden sword, and she made an "oops", and the next moment the place where she was hit was covered by a hand, and her body was irresistibly encircled by an arm and dragged into her arms.

She propped her hands and head on top of his chest, resisting his approach.

Fu Cang looked down at the back of her neck exposed in the gap in her long hair, where it was crimson, but she always put on a posture of resistance, still the same as before.

"I ...... After returning to the upper realm, I went to Zhongshan to find you. Fu Cang's voice was very low, "Qi Nan told me, you don't want to see anyone." ”

He could see the regret and regret in the priest's eyes, as well as remorse. He waited outside Zhongshan for fifty years, and the time for the last dream of a thousand years suddenly came, and he could no longer support it, so he could only fall into a deep sleep. I was afraid that after many years, this seemingly hard but fragile dragon princess would be lost, so I sent her a blank letter without sealing.

She'll get it.

But he didn't expect that this farewell was 23,000 years, and he wandered outside the barrier of Zhongshan countless times, imagining what she was doing inside, what she would think, whether he had completely forgotten him.

He is no longer the young god who hurt others and himself back then, and the moment he saw her, he understood that what had been separated by the ethereal barrier of clouds and mist over the years was not his lonely cocoon.

"It takes one day for the soul to return to the Nine Shadows Yellow Spring, and it takes two days to return to the upper realm, and when I go to the lower realm, you are no longer there. Fu Cang put her long loose hair behind her back, "That nine-headed lion is very beautiful, Xiao Jiu likes it very much." ”

He will never forget how he felt when he saw the snow-white knick-knacks stacked on the stone monument. His fragility and youthfulness made him miss too much, and he could have been with her for a long, long time, not letting her be lonely all day long.

Don't leave me - he understood her, and he said the same thing to her, they really should be together, never separated.

Xuanyi closed his eyes and didn't say a word from beginning to end, as if to protect the fragile loneliness that he had finally gotten used to again.

The heavy snow in the imperial tomb that day seemed to fall in front of her eyes again, and her beloved young man lay in the cold grave, and she carefully carved those snow-white knick-knacks for him in the half-city moon and half-city snow. She didn't think he'd wake up again, or she didn't want him to wake up again.

With her jaw pinched, he lifted her face and stared at it for a long time, her eyes closed, as if avoiding everything.

The thumb rubbed against her soft and plump lips, and Fu Cang hung her head, and her lips were about to fall on them, but her cold fingers blocked them.

Let me go. She opened her eyes, and there were only three words written in them.

He grabbed her hand, pulled it away, kissed her the lips, and bit hard.

"I remember everything. He whispered against her moist lips, "As for you...... Hide casually. ”

(Zilang Literature)