So this whole night of fighting to the death every month, sometimes even more tragic than the bloody battlefield with swords and swords...
Just like this time, the Demon Lord had the upper hand and Ji Bi Yuehua retreated completely. Yi Xue fell from the seventh level of the sky due to exhaustion of spiritual power. Mo Yunye flew down and hugged her into his arms without even having time to ask about the situation. However, Luo Qianhua from outside the Nine Layers of Heaven came in a hurry and stepped on the clouds, and started to cover his face with a lot of bitter and sarcastic remarks.
Yi Xue was exhausted and injured, and could no longer defend herself. Although Mo Yunye was entangled in every possible way and did not want Qian Hua to suspect the misunderstanding, because Yi Xue urgently needed to be sent back to Yao Chi for treatment, he just said to Qian Hua, "We'll talk about it when we get back." He picked up Yi Xue and stepped onto the cloud first.
Luo Qianhua didn't know the truth and was so ignored by Mo Yunye. She was stunned on the spot and didn't know what to do. After a moment of tears, her heart shook and she returned to Donghuang Mountain in despair. After that, she stayed behind closed doors for the next few days without seeing anyone. However, except for the first few days when I was still resentful and didn't even think about food or food, in the next few days I was either strolling around the garden or raising turtles, and my life became more comfortable.
It's not that he is extremely peaceful and happy in sorrow, but he simply feels that living in Donghuang Mountain is as peaceful as living in Yunqi Palace. It seems that it doesn't matter whether Mo Yunye comes to find him and kowtow to admit his mistake, except for missing him occasionally. Apart from the stewed ginseng, jujube and quail soup, most of the time, I watched the sun rise and set, the moon drifting and sinking, daydreaming about "being a queen, an immortal, and having boundless magic power", and then continued eating again and again. The clouds are clear and the wind is light. This kind of boring day is far from the thrill of crawling around in the devil world.
In the end, Luo Qianhua felt deeply guilty and sadly discovered that the reason why she expected Mo Yunye to come to Donghuang Mountain was just to hope that someone could cast a pebble and create ripples in her ordinary life.
Fortunately, Mo Yunye lived up to his expectations and came five days later. At that time, Qianhua was turning the sixty-ninth golden-shelled turtle over in her garden, letting its hard shell spin in circles against the ground. After turning far away, Gululu rolled under an ivory white brocade satin skirt.
At that time, the purple clouds dyed the peach blossoms in full bloom, their pink petals dancing like butterflies and moths, and a piece of crimson color fell on the shoulders of plain white brocade silk. They rested lazily like a coquettish beauty, and the young willow shoots were fascinated by them. The wind swayed like silk, caressing the red on Mo Yunye's shoulders, but it could not remove the haze between his slightly frowning brows. It is true that the jade tree was like him in the wind, with red lips and white teeth, sword-shaped eyebrows and deep pupils, pouring out the unbearable love for no reason. The power of God and the heart-wrenching melancholy caused Luo Qianhua's calm inner lake to inexplicably stir up a wave of trembling ripples. He was so beautiful that it was unbearable for God to tolerate him!
However, Qianhua's head tilted and her bright eyes squinted back. She did not express any welcome or rejection to the visitors, but just chatted and laughed with another person in the garden. It seemed that the person who fell from the sky was not Mo Yunye, but a beautiful painting. Painting: "Hange, I admit that you are charming and suave and confuse all living beings, but compared to Tianjun's unconventional style, it is still a little less refined and extraordinary. He came out of the painting, and you... are the one who painted it. "
After some shocking quotes commenting on beautiful men, Hange, who was in high spirits when he was teasing a turtle, suddenly jumped out from behind the flower bed and said angrily: "Huahua, you really have no sense. I'm not a painter, neither am I." He walked out of the painting!”
Mo Yunye was secretly shocked: I didn't expect that Hange's ghost would be everywhere.
Youyou said: The books recommended by my good sisters are as follows:
"A fox becomes a concubine: to tune and teach the philandering demon king" (just like Yijiang Qini)
"The Tyrant is Too Charming: Preferring the Little Fox Concubine" (Meng Po)
"Poor and Noble Young Master: Don't Chase Me, the Bad School Boy" (Jia Yan)
"The Prince Regent's Cold Concubine" (Passenger and Scarecrow)
"The Bad Young Noble: Falling in Love with You Accidentally" (Momo) (To be continued)