Therefore, Nan Liyue's current reaction only made Qianhua more and more frightened. It was impossible for Mo Yunye to be angry at Long Yan, but Nan Liyue smiled calmly! Is it true that dragons and wolves have very different physiques, or is the bed goddess lying
"You... you're really not angry?"
"not angry."
"You...you lied to me?"
"Oh, I'm really not angry." Nan Liyue actually laughed! Holding up the iron cage in his palm, a pair of dark eyes as dark as stars looked directly at Qianhua, and there was actually a smile of relief in his eyes.
Qianhua was stunned for a moment, and then stared at Nan Liyue with wide-open hedgehog eyes. After blinking for a long time, she finally laughed out loud, then kicked her legs and turned around in the cage: "Oh oh oh... Lord Demon Lord, don't you?" You are angry with me! Lord Demon Lord is not angry with me anymore!”
Nan Liyue laughed. No matter whether he was excited, scared, sad or happy, this little hedgehog was very unique. Even if he was trapped in a small cage, he could still be alive and kicking, but...
With a "boom", a certain hedgehog's head hit the iron fence decisively.
Tears welled up in her eyes. Qianhua endured the pain and refused to shed tears without saying a word. Mo Yunye had not taught her such a reckless lesson, and now she couldn't even make the Demon Lord laugh at him!
Just a sudden lightening of his body, and he was taken out of the cage unprepared and placed into the palm of a generous hand.
Qianhua was about to raise her head, but suddenly a light breeze swept over her head, and it was Nan Liyue's gentle touch: "Does it hurt? I'm not smart enough. I'm afraid that with such a bump, I won't even know my parents anymore."
"I was born without a father and a mother. The world is so big. It's enough for me to know my family Yun... Ouch!" Just as he was looking forward to a bright future with Mo Yunye, the hands that were caressing him suddenly turned around and snapped their fingers, knocking hard. He tapped his head and said: "I will never change my stubbornness!"
Qianhua felt that the sudden curse from the Demon Lord was completely unjust, and asked angrily: "Why do you say that I will never change my temper? Does the Demon Lord know how many tempers I have?"
Nan Liyue glanced at her with twinkling eyes and a slight frown on her sword eyebrows. She suddenly became irritable, but she opened her lips but refused to speak.
Qianhua was not a fool, and her heart dropped. She sneered and mocked: "The one who will never change his nature should be the Flower God Luo Qian, right?" Even though the Flower God Xian was taken hostage by the Demon Lord and brought to the Demon Realm, he still never forgot Mo Yunye's good deeds. , no matter what the devil has to do, the so-called "never change" means that it is true that people will not regret it!
"Hmph." Once again, Nan Liyue used his trump card to show indifference and sneer. When he didn't want to answer, he snorted coldly. Qianhua was very dissatisfied with this, so he pursued her fiercely and refused to give up: "How far apart are you and Luo Qian Flower God?"
Nan Liyue placed Qianhua next to her, then picked a pot of Drunken Qianmi from under the ancient tree vines, pulled out the lid and threw it at the bottom of the cliff, raised her neck and drank, feeling happy.
Drink until you are dripping with water and then stop. It is hateful and miserable.
After a while, the pot was empty and the wine was in my heart. Nan Liyue only said two words: "Drinking buddy."
"Drinking buddy? Could it be that the flower god also likes to drink?"
"No, she never drinks, but she is good at making wine."
"So I brewed drunken honey for you."
"Zui Qianmi is her reward for my respect for her. Although she is my hostage, I treat her very well as a guest. Although she has never left her love on Mo Yunye from the beginning to the end. My heart moved, but she responded to me as a friend, cold, indifferent, polite, distant... Although there is only one pot of Zui Qianmi, I have been intoxicated by it for a thousand years... "
It was rare for Nan Liyue to say so many words in one go, not to mention that what she said was all about exposing her scars. Qianhua thought to herself: Maybe it was to a hedgehog that she had the courage to express the pain in her heart.
But the hedgehog also had something to say: "Then you still...continue to be intoxicated?"
Nan Liyue's fingers holding the wine pot suddenly tightened, but her face was still cold and indifferent. She remained silent for a long time, neither admitting nor denying, and ended up with a speechless ending...
So Qianhua had no choice but to accompany him to raise a glass to the moon. It is true that a hedgehog couldn't lift half a wine glass, so she had to lie down next to Nan Liyue, looking at the moon that was so huge that it almost filled the entire sky, and she was lost in thought - a A man with an elegant appearance and posture, leaning on an elegantly circling ancient vine and old tree, reflected under the elegant and bright moon, holding an elegant pot of wine in his hand, and an elegant hedgehog squatting next to him, Qianhua felt like this at this moment. Such elegant pictures must be shockingly beautiful and beyond compare!
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After that night of joy in the sky, Master Yaofang's condition seemed to have worsened.
Qianhua felt that she was so sorry for others, so she never dared to make mistakes and talk nonsense, focusing on recuperating her body so that she could recover and return to heaven as soon as possible.
One night, Yaofangzhu suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for breath and vomiting blood.
The look of collapse on his face, which was as gray as ashes and with blurry pupils, frightened Qianhua. Fortunately, the Demon Lord arrived in time. After seeing the miserable state of Master Yaofang, he didn't even look surprised at all. He just raised the knife and fell it on her without saying a word. He cut a deep scar on his wrist, then raised it to Yao Fang's lips, letting her drink his blood to her heart's content. In this way, Fang gradually calmed down her breathing and regained her blood color. Then she lay down tiredly, looking at her eyes with tears in her cheeks. In the southern Li moon, there seems to be a thousand complicated emotions that cannot be explained in words, and are so entangled that it is impossible to talk about them.
Nan Liyue could only say a word of comfort: "Thank you for your hard work."
Qianhua was stunned for a moment, completely unaware that it was Nan Liyue who cut her wrists and bled to treat Master Yao Fang. How come it was Master Yao Fang who received these words of thanks in the end
But when Master Yaofang smiled bitterly and shook her head, she closed her eyes heavily.
So Nan Liyue told Ru'er to take good care of her and left as if nothing had happened.
This shocking scene made Qianhua very curious, and she finally couldn't stop gossiping after holding it in for several days: "Hey! Ru'er, come here and tell me what's going on?"
"Our Master Yaofang's serious illness requires the Demon Lord to instill the blood of demon spirits every season to keep her alive." Ru'er was afraid that if she didn't answer, Qianhua would chatter endlessly, so she hurriedly replied and immediately gestured for her to shut up. Silence the patient so that he can have a good rest.
Unfortunately, Qianhua completely ignored him and continued to complain: "Then the Demon Lord is at a disadvantage. He gave your master a blood transfusion in vain and still has to thank your master?"
"Huh, what do you know!" Ru'er suddenly became anxious and glared at Qianhua, making Qianhua dance with joy: "Hey, Ru'er! So, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black, you snort like this , he is really similar to your Lord Demon Lord!"
Finally, Ru'er was so angry that she stopped ignoring her... (To be continued)