Jun hurriedly withdrew her gaze because she had a nosebleed.

That's right, our majestic Great Demon King has had a nosebleed for the first time in tens of thousands of years.

It seems to be quite turbulent.

The man stretched out and touched it, sticky, frowned in disgust, and wiped it away.

Xu is the instinct of this body, as long as he thinks of Fang Cai's scene, the nosebleed becomes more and more cheerful.

Eventually, the Great Demon King had to close his eyes and recite the Heart Purifying Mantra.

"Whoa..."

The sound of the water is like a sultry music, and the sound is in the ears for a long time.

The man walked out of the temple gate quickly, stood under the eaves of the porch, and let the cool breeze blow.

Jun Qing didn't realize that she was no longer purely murderous possession of the little guy, and I don't know when she became cautious, until now, she was a little timid, like a hairy boy.

Her strange appearance quickly attracted the attention of the people in the south hall and the north hall.

Ouyang Xuan stood on the corridor and looked at Jun, the middle white jade folding fan never stopped, swaying gently, bringing a cool breeze.

As soon as Princess Linlang came back, she was repeatedly ordered by Bei Mingyu not to go to Gongsun Junqing, at this moment, she was standing at the door of the north hall, just like the Weaver Girl watching the Cowherd, looking at each other from afar.

The face of Bei Mingyu on the side was as black as coal, and he dragged the person into the room.

After about two quarters of an hour, Jun Qing finally suppressed the burning heat in his heart, his consciousness hesitated, and finally he was defeated by the demon and resolutely swept towards the inner room.

Dongfang Li had already put on his clothes and was wiping his silky black hair, perhaps it was too long, frowning slightly, and his movements were a little difficult.

Jun calmed down, clenched his fists, pushed the door in, frightened the girl's towel to fall off, and hurriedly went to find the belt in front of him.

The footsteps in the outer room approached little by little, and Dongfang Li hurriedly picked up his things and hid behind the curtains, hurriedly picking them up.

"Your Majesty, it's Weichen."

The man stopped, and suddenly made a sound, but his voice was a little hoarse.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her clothes, and stepped out from behind the curtains.

A long hair of dark color was draped over his shoulders, and the tips of his hair were dripping down, splashing on the apricot white tiles.

Jun Qing took a deep breath, as if there was a thousand pounds under his feet, and slowly stepped into the inner room.

"Your Majesty, let Weichen wipe your ink hair for you."

Dongfang Li looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

The man's lips were checked, and he picked up a clean towel on the side and took care of it.

The palm of the palm slightly floated with spiritual power, but after a while, all the three thousand ink hairs were evaporated, and they were unusually smooth.

Jun Qing's fingertips stroked a few times greedily, and then spoke softly: "Okay." ”

"Hmm." Dongfang Li tried it, and a trace of surprise flashed in his peach blossom eyes: "Prime Minister, why is it such a block?" ”

Jun Qing eyebrows and gentle eyes: "Mountain people have their own tricks. ”

The girl pursed her lips and looked at him again: "Prime Minister, why is your nose red?" ”

The man lowered his eyes: "It's okay, maybe it's on fire." ”

"Oh." Dongfang Li tilted his head: "I'm going to rest, you go out." ”

Jun Qing didn't move, just looked at her like this, obviously not planning to leave.

The girl's pretty face turned gloomy: "I want to go to bed, please go back." ”

The man just didn't see it, and he just didn't leave.

She's going to climb out of bed tonight, how can she go?

Then he shook his head and took a few steps closer to him, so that the two of them almost touched each other: "The minister will stay tonight and wait for His Majesty to rest." ”