Discord?

The Sorrowful Beast pulled away from its sigh, its eyes full of sharp doubts.

"That's it...... That!" Ah Chun raised an eyebrow, threw another flattery, and finally cracked his tongue handsomely.

The sad beast really listened thoughtfully, thought for a long time, lowered its head close to Ah Chun's face, exhaled hot and hot as Fuxia, and said in a low voice: "Did you mention it?"

Ah Chun's face turned green: "Men, don't you have to pay attention to who goes up and who goes down! I think comfort is the most important." ”

Blinking, once the Sorrowful Beast is in pain, there is nothing worse in the sky than it seems, and standing beside it, you can empathize with the feeling of your heart being torn to pieces.

Sadness raised his head, and stopped talking: "Forget it, I'll go back to him." ”

Ah Chun stared at the tall back and shook his head: "It seems that it is really discordant." ”

"Han donor. Before the people arrived, the sound of the twilight bell of the ancient temple was heard from afar, which was extremely loud.

How is this voice so familiar and so unfamiliar?

Ah Dingshen looked at it, and unconsciously appeared a monk, who could only be seen by nine ring scars on his head, and kept playing with a small string of delicate sandalwood with light purple light inlaid with white prayer beads, dressed in dark gray-green robes, with a silver filigree fish pattern wide band around his waist, looking very tall, a little thin, about twenty-three or four, and his appearance was not stained with dirt and dirt, and his appearance was not stained.

Ah Chun was really shocked, shocked to the point of jaw-dropping, stunned, and shattered.

Sincerely, ask, "Are you?"

"Poor monk, don't meet. The extremely familiar gaze was on Ah Chun, and after looking back and forth seven or eight times, an imperceptible smile appeared on his face, walked up to her, and said in the most condescending tone: "Lord Han, how do you feel after sleeping for 23,000 years?"

Finally, someone stopped asking her if she knew each other, and finally someone cared about her feelings, and said quite excitedly: "Grass! It's the same as burial!"

Twenty-three thousand years, the monk finally changed his temperament, and Ah Chun just made him break the gong and squirt out.

"Crispy, it's been a long time since I've heard your nonsense!"

The monk in front of him is Qingzheng, compared to the past, the 10,000-year-old Qing Xiu epiphany Buddha, has skimmed off impetuousness, much calmer.

Ah Chun unscrupulously looked Qingzheng up and down for a long time, and couldn't help but admire: "What a handsome and pretty son, how can he break through the red dust?"

Qingzheng: "...... What the hell?"

In view of the rude behavior of the man and the beast in front of him, he took two steps back and tried to ask, "Are you...... We know each other?"

Qing Zheng glared, and he couldn't help kicking Ah Chun directly, his eyes became firm and cold, and his hands were folded: "Amitabha, I'm afraid that the donor is incomplete in soul, and I'm afraid that he will die again and be reborn!"

“...... What the hell?" It was Ah Chun's turn to change her voice.

The two of them haven't had enough trouble.

A calm voice came into his ears: "Xiaoxian Qifeng has seen Miss Han, and I have seen Master Mo Yu." "A heroic young man in a brown robe, with a refreshing spirit between his eyebrows.

The two of them nodded to Qifeng.

The number of manners was excellent, respectful and respectful, but it was obvious that he was neither humble nor arrogant: "Your Royal Highness, please ask Master Mo Yu to move to the Konghua Palace, I have something to ask." ”

Qingzheng squinted his eyes and asked about the wind: "Where is the cold crisp?"

Qi Feng was embarrassed and looked at Ah Chun, His Royal Highness didn't say it, but he didn't say it either, but he understood what His Royal Highness meant to this woman, so he said that he couldn't see it and let the woman understand other meanings, so he simply shook his head silently, so that people could understand themselves.

Qingzheng was silent, patted Ah Chun on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "There must be something inconvenient to see you, I'll go and see." Then he lifted his robe, walked up the high steps with his head held high, and entered the empty hall.

What do you mean?

It looked like the wind and the kite looked at each other, and they wanted to speak and stopped, but it seemed that they had some obvious entanglement with the man in the empty hall?

The wind hasn't left yet, and he said to Ah Chun very thoughtfully: "Miss Han, I'm tired after standing for so long, and I'm ready some snacks for the wind, please move." ”

Ah Chun walked to the nearby pavilion with the wind, and there were more melon and fruit pulp shops on the table at some point.

"Han girl, this is Zitang tea, you have also drunk it before, replenish qi and blood Gong Xiuwei, taste it, it is still not the original taste. Qifeng picked up the comfrey-colored teapot, slowly poured the tea into the teacup, poured it for Ah Chun, and stood aside.

In the sand-colored cup, there are purple petals, floating and sinking, the aroma is elegant, and the fragrance is full of honey.

Since Qingzheng entered the Empty Hua Palace, she basically lost the smile on her face, frowned, and took a suffocation.

After drinking three or four cups of this tea, his body suddenly became lighter and more fluttering.

One cup after another, the silent wind on the side couldn't stand it, and he stood up and quickly pressed the teapot in Ah Chun's hand and persuaded him with good words: "Han girl, this tea is not easy to drink." ”

Ah Chun snatched another cup and drank it all, and pointed to the stacks of shiny and exquisite snacks on the table: "Except for tea, there is no appetite on this table." ”

I didn't react to the wind for a long time, if I remember correctly, whenever my Royal Highness came back from Liubo Sea and was in a bad mood, he would ask for a table like this similar snack in a daze, and occasionally eat a few bites.

It's impossible, it should be what the cold girl likes to eat.

Ah Chun stayed in the Baichun Garden outside the Konghua Hall for a long time, and the night was dark.

The people in the temple didn't want to see him at all, and waiting so long was as if they were using their sincerity to prove how much they longed to see him.

Oweed?

simply stood up and tidied up the dress: "I'm sleepy." "I was getting ready to go.

Qifeng hurriedly stopped: "Miss Han, I'll ask Your Highness again." ”

Ah Chun was irritated and opened the wind's hand: "How old is your Highness, why do you want me to wait to see him?"

Qifeng was respectful, and replied honestly: "Our Royal Highness is the eighth in line, and now he is the prince of Yunyang City in the Eastern World. ”

Ah Chun was already impatient, and coldly: "Fuck my shit!

The wind stopped again: "Miss Han, I'll go and ask Your Highness, I won't delay too long." He wiped the sweat from his ears, His Highness always likes to get angry for no reason now, which makes him extremely afraid, lest he not pay attention to things and fail to do what His Highness wants.

"Then by the way, tell your Highness, I don't have time to see him. Ah Chun flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

Qifeng was forced by Ah Chun's toughness, so he simply raised his hand and set up an enchantment around her to imprison her.

Ah Chun turned around and hit the enchantment, and it hit his head hard, if it was before, this kind of spirit level, unlocking it would be like playing.

But now, she is angry like a trapped beast, and the whole person's small world has exploded!

Just about to start scolding, the wind has long since disappeared.

Gas, the more you hold it, the more you hold it!

After a long while, she didn't see Qingzheng come out, but the lights in the empty hall were completely extinguished.

Grass!

The head exploded.

Crazy along the enchantment, looking around, it turned out to be leading to the Empty Flower Palace!

Hundreds of stairs, like crazy, the one that climbs is called a fast.

But when she finally walked to the door, the heavy closed door and the strange atmosphere made her panic so much that her palms were sweaty.

Clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

Squeak! Shuffle open the gap, the inside of the hall is darker than the outside, not to mention the people, there are clumps everywhere, and you can't see anything clearly with your eyes wide.

"Chilly. ”

Like the melting of snow on the top of the mountain, just listening to two words can be provocative, and there is no one in the world to compare with the pleasant sound.

Gurgling, cardiac arrest, frozen joints.

Ah Chun pushed the door open even wider, looking into the deepest part of the hall, even if the moonlight was good tonight, the light that could be dispersed was not only disappearing like a mist, but also seemed even more hazy and blurred.

"Hanshu, come in. The voice of incomparably gentle, incomparably familiar, incomparably longing sounded again, no matter how much she told herself to calm down and warn herself to avoid, this body that desperately wanted to get close and her beating heart could not stop it.

Chaotic thoughts, extremely complicated, pushed open the heavy and towering door with all his might, a dull squeak, let the whole moonlight in, the smooth stone bricks reflected the general outline of the hall, quickly looked around, just five steps away from the window, there was a faint blue and black shadow, looking out of the window that had been opened at some point.

Because of the backlight here, I saw the moonlight soothing on the slender body, the clear lines of the blue-sleeved robe with blurred flowers, like the moonlight pouring down, the ice spring flowing, faintly, oozing with continuous loneliness.

For a moment, no one spoke first.

Fang was anxious and suddenly eased up.

The man in front of him, when he is quiet, is like air, and he can feel less and less existent.

Ah Chun is compassionate, he won't die! Hehe———— hehe———— laughed silently.

Finally, the patience is completely depleted.

Ah Chun couldn't help but politely said, "You are, Eighth Highness?"

The slow voice finally sounded as if it had been several years: "Exactly." Then he said, "Hanshu, come closer, and let me see you." After finishing speaking, he turned around, his deep and quiet eyes and Ah Chun's pair of water-cut eyes collided, and under the slight light, from vague and hazy to clear, he looked at each other very seriously.

The eyebrows that are smudged like light ink are slender into the sideburns, and the clear and shocking eyes are elegantly narrowed.

His face, slightly angular, curved, no matter how you look at it, you still have to admit that time has not left any traces here, whether it is 20,000 years or 50,000 years, this appearance is the most perfect masterpiece between heaven and earth.

Ah Chunsheng swallowed the dry saliva, and her throat began to stiffen and shake.

"Hanshu, you're finally back. The man stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Ah Chun's face, and the affectionate gaze seemed to be heavy, and Ah Chun almost couldn't raise his head.

Ah Chun resisted one side of his face to avoid it, the man's hand fell into the air, and his long eyebrows began to change.

"Hanshu, don't do this. The man's voice carried a few traces of ecstasy, a few gentleness, a few grievances, a few entanglements, a few urgency, a few sadness, all kinds of emotions were mixed, from such a high, pure, upright, calm and calm mouth, if not heard with his own ears, Ah Chun would not have believed it.

In the past, Ah Chun didn't remember, but now, when she saw such a beautiful man, she would not only be soft-hearted, but also soft-legged, because she had to admit that the one in front of her seemed to look like her best, and her talent and ability, and her spell character was simply superb.

But please forgive Ah Chun for being hard-hearted, sleeping for more than 20,000 years, and not doing anything else, she went to practice her heart, in her dreams, she spent her entire life, from Qingsi to Huafa's life, of course, it was also a life of infatuation waiting for infatuation.