The door of the dormitory suddenly seemed to be closed by some wind, Nian Yun ripped off Xu Moling's belt, he wanted to be strong, he couldn't hold on for a while, he couldn't stand it, he grabbed the hair of the "little Xianggong" under him, the tip of his tongue didn't have time to swallow it back into his mouth, dragged out a trace of fluid, and slid down on the collarbone on his chest.

Xu Moling glanced at it, and it was almost life-threatening.

Outside the bed, the layers of clothes gradually fell, and finally the curtains on the four sides also fell, and all the spring love that Nianyun did not release the night before was left tonight.

Really...... A night of romance.

In the evening, Jiu'er returned to the demon palace after finishing an errand and sent someone to put the hot spring pool water and wanted to call Nianyun to bathe, but as soon as he walked to the bottom of the steps, he saw the maids guarding in front of the door all with a look of shame.

"These little hooves, the queen has not returned for only a month, and she has become such a lazy look......" but her reprimand was covered before she could fully say it.

"Sister Jiu'er, keep your voice quiet, don't disturb the queen. Midori covered her mouth and explained to her with a wink.

As soon as Jiu'er listened to it, she heard some sounds that made her face blush and her heart beat, she shrugged her neck and was a little afraid, if Fang Cai's voice was louder and disturbed the queen's good deeds, she would really be ashamed and hang herself.

After calming down, he hurriedly dismissed the little girls who were guarding, and sat at the foot of the steps by himself to keep vigil, silently happy for the two of them.

Servant maids like them are the best at looking at people, and after three years of getting along, she can also see that Xu Moling is a person worthy of love, and the queen who has been trapped in the past can start her life again, and she is happy as if she is getting married.

The love affair born of love is always like glue, incomparably long.

Nianyun and Xu Moling tossed on the couch for a long day and a night, until it was almost dawn before they hugged each other and fell asleep.

The cotton quilt had been tossed into a ball, and the sheets were crumpled.

When the rooster crowed, Nian Yun opened his eyes, looked at the illusion around, and the traces on Xu Moling's body that were tossed out by himself, and his face couldn't help but turn red and red.

She tiptoed up and took out a set of red shark yarn bedclothes from the cupboard, sat down in front of the dressing mirror again, and coiled up her hair one by one, no longer half of it was like before, which was a symbol of being a woman.

She has never regarded Xu Moling as her face, if she could, she would like to be his wife.

After a while, the morning bell in the demon palace rang loudly, and Jiu'er and his party came in with water and various cleaning tools, and the situation was a little grand.

Xu Moling, who was standing obediently and asked Nianyun to buckle his collar, couldn't help but be shy.

But Jiu'er, this girl, didn't know what to restrain herself, and said with a big thorn: "Oh, the queen actually picked up this set of deep clothes, the son is really a blessing, Jiu'er is here to congratulate you first." ”

The row of maidservants behind him all bowed their heads and couldn't help laughing, Nianyun also smiled, and her complexion was so good that people didn't dare to look at it, as if the whole person was exuding brilliance.

Xu Moling, who was shy, suddenly felt that the door was loosened, as if something had been lost in his body, he was not panicked at all, and he guessed in his heart that it was probably due to the breaking of Yang Yuan, and the precursor of the failure of Sword Feather Yang.

Because he was afraid that something uncontrollable would happen again, Nian Yun was worried, so he hurriedly found an excuse and said that he wanted to go back to the bamboo hut and left in a hurry.

Nianyun was happy when he couldn't find the north, but when he was shy, he let her go.

Continue to let Jiu'er serve herself and take a hot bath.

The hot spring pool had already been prepared, and there were petals floating in it, Jiu'er was pinching Nianyun's shoulders while reporting to her what had happened in the demon world in the past month, and suddenly remembered something as she spoke, and her words were a little cautious.

"Today is the three-year period set by the queen and the princess, and the queen ordered the slave maid to remember to remind ......" Nianyun's expression gradually dimmed, so Jiu'er couldn't continue to speak.

In fact, Jiu'er reminded that Nianyun started counting this day half a year ago, and Jiu'er just punctured the happiness bubble she worked so hard to create, so that she couldn't stay happy anymore.

Thinking of Wen Cun last night, remembering his clumsily whispering in her ear the vow of the only one in her life, as if the happiness that had just begun was about to end.

She really can't bear him, but he is an immortal crane, if he doesn't become an immortal, he can only keep a few hundred years of life, how can he be selfish, deprive him of his ambition, and deprive him of the right to struggle.

She remembered that when Dawn was not asleep, the two faced each other frankly, and she asked Xu Moling if she would regret it.

Xu Moling was silent for a long time before saying that this was something that should be repaid to her, at that moment she was a little lost, although she could feel Xu Moling's love for herself, and she was also very confident that he would not give up so much for other women in his life.

But he said that it was to repay, or it made her feel a little uncomfortable, and everything she did was not enough to repay.

"Alas, what can I do, I already figured it out when I set the three-year period, and I don't want to trap him, and then ask him to come back and hate me later, I'm not such an unreasonable person, not ......" Nianyun's words were very empty, she was not explaining to Jiu'er or Xu Moling, but warning herself.

At this moment, Xu Moling was lying in the bamboo hut, all the skills he had gained from cultivating Sword Feather Yang were deflated from the cover door of his navel, and a sense of weakness that he had never felt before surged over, making him unable to raise his hand.