Fight against the supreme realm of the sky

Xiao Yan nodded repeatedly and thought for a moment. Now that he can refine the third-grade elixir of the emperor at the early stage of the imperial realm, the fifth-grade elixir of the emperor is estimated to be almost enough in the later stage of the imperial realm. Let You Jue Mingling be as strong as possible.

Some, as a trump card.

The decision was made, Xiao Yan was anxious to go back to absorb the Youjue ghosts, chatted with Qing Haoran for a few words, and then left.

After turning several corridors, the courtyard was deep and completely silent. The night was about to disappear, the air was cold and cold, and the light blue sky was inlaid with a few remaining stars.

Small bridges and flowing water, cloud windows and foggy pavilions, Xiao Yan's footsteps stopped when he was about to reach his residence. Outside the carved railings, a beautiful shadow stood against the railings. A green smoked sweater, a pleated skirt with scattered flowers, water mist and green grass,

Covered in a thin veil of emerald water, the shoulders seem to be cut into a straight waist, and the muscles are as thick as fat and blue, and the smiles and frowns touch the heart and soul, as if they are looking forward to something, waiting for something.

"Qing Mu'er?" Xiao Yan couldn't believe his eyes and was a little surprised.

Under the hazy starlight, if you look carefully, you can see the beautiful figure looking around, her eyes are misty, and the occasional smile looks gloomy.

Could it be that Miss Mu'er had been wronged? It was impossible. She was the younger sister of the Demon Emperor. She was the only one who usually bullied others. How could anyone dare to bully her? Xiao Yan was puzzled and strode forward, intending to find out.

"Little liar, you are finally back..." When she saw Xiao Yan appear, Qing Muer, who had been waiting all night, swept away her depression and rushed over happily.

"She is really a little witch, she changes whenever she wants. Just now it was cloudy and cloudy, but now it has stopped raining and the sky is sunny." Xiao Yan muttered, before he could react.

Qing Muer was only one step away from throwing herself into her arms. Xiao Yan quickly leaned over and held her up. The tips of their noses were almost touching, and a hint of pink fragrance went straight into their hearts.

As the saying goes, looking at beauty under the lamp, the same is true under the light cover of the moon.

Qing Mu'er was half leaning on her, with bright eyes and white teeth, beautiful eyes looking forward to it, and a thin layer of sweat and light clothes. After being wronged just now, she still looked pitiful, which made her even more regretful.

Since they met, although Xiao Yan was called a little liar every time he saw her, Qing Muer actually had a secret admiration for Xiao Yan. When Xiao Yan and Xiao Qi got married, Qing Muer

Feeling very angry, seeing that Xiao Yan successfully recruited Zhen Ni today, and remembering that the two of them would see each other day and night from now on, Qing Muer tossed and turned and decided to come to Xiao Yan to ask for clarification.

Waiting late at night, Qing Muer felt anxious and suffocated. She originally wanted to wait until Xiao Yan had to settle the accounts, but when the person she had been thinking about appeared in front of her, she had already put her grievances out of the sky.

Overjoyed, he rushed forward, wanting only to express his grievances.

Now that the two of them were so close, it was the first time that Xiao Yan's masculine scent entered Qing Mu'er's nose at such a close distance. Qing Mu'er was at a loss and wanted to push away, but her whole body was weak and weak. She was dripping with fragrant sweat and felt a little bit inside.

Flustered and a little eager.

Xiao Yan suddenly woke up and quickly pushed Qing Mu'er away. He was confused and didn't know what to do.

Qing Muer seemed to be wandering in a dream and had not yet woken up. She had a shy little face and was extremely beautiful. She seemed to be still recalling the masculine smell of the opposite sex that came from Xiao Yan when the two were in close contact, as if she was unwilling to do so.

I wake up, afraid that when I wake up, this is all just a dream.

The slightly cool chill rolled up pieces of lonely fallen leaves with unknown names, spinning and falling at their feet. The mist filled the air and seemed to have woven into a soft net. Every plant and tree seemed unrealistic and made them feel uncomfortable.

People have a dream-like feeling.

Xiao Yan and Qing Muer looked at each other awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Qing Muer still looked like her usual little witch, with her head lowered, her cheeks flushed, and her hands rubbing the corners of her clothes uneasily.

"What do you want from me?" Xiao Yan spoke quickly to break the deadlock.

Qing Mu'er finally remembered the purpose of her visit, "Well, I couldn't sleep, so I came to you just to ask..." Qing Mu'er suddenly didn't know how to express herself. She couldn't ask you and Zhen Ni what was going on.

Like this.

"Why is it so important that Miss Qing needs to come to me all night?" Xiao Yan was very puzzled. In fact, Xiao Yan wanted to ask why he couldn't come to me again during the day, but he felt it was inappropriate and did not dare to say it.

"Little liar, what did you call me just now?" Qing Mu'er showed her true colors, raised her eyebrows, and scolded.

The change of expression was so fast that Xiao Yan was confused for a moment.

"Little liar, don't call me Miss Qing again." Qing Mu'er was a little domineering.

Xiao Yan was stunned, "What's that called?"

"Call me Qingmu'er, of course, it's best if you don't have to spell it out." Qingmu'er's voice was like a silver bell, but her cheeks turned red.

Xiao Yan was stunned, as if in a dream, and couldn't help but softly called out: "Mu'er."

When Qing Muer heard the words, her smile bloomed, and her voice was as beautiful as the sound of nature, lingering around the beams.

At this moment, Xiao Yan had an indescribable feeling towards Qing Muer in his heart. Sometimes emotions are so strange.

"Hey, little liar, why did Zhen Ni become your subordinate?" Qing Muer's words obviously had a sour taste.

Xiao Yan didn't expect that Qing Mu'er had been waiting for him for nearly a whole night, and what she wanted to ask was this question. The woman's thoughts were really unpredictable, and Xiao Yan didn't know how to answer.

"I need Zhen Ni to help me take care of various things. It can help me avoid a lot of worries." Xiao Yan had no choice but to answer, and what he said was also the truth.

Seeing that Xiao Yan said the same thing as her elder brother, Qing Muer was a little doubtful, but she did not continue to ask. Qing Muer was already satisfied tonight, so she did not intend to embarrass Xiao Yan anymore.

A woman can be said to be a very strange animal. As long as the person she loves treats her even a little bit, nothing else matters.

Seeing that the sky was getting brighter, Xiao Yan had been in a hurry just now and was probably tired. Qing Muer looked at Xiao Yan with concern.

"Little liar, you haven't rested all night. You must be tired. You should have a good rest first. I will come find you when you wake up."

Xiao Yan felt warm in his heart. It seemed that Qing Muer was not just willful and unruly, but also quite considerate and gentle at times. However, as the younger sister of the Demon Emperor, she might usually spoil her too much and be more willful, but because of this,

Therefore, it also appears to be simple and innocent in mind, and quite endearing in its own way.

Xiao Yan looked at the slight fatigue on the side of Qing Muer's beautiful eyes, and suddenly became concerned in his heart, and said with pity: "Qing Muer, no, Muer, you haven't slept all night either, go and have a rest."

Qing Muer hummed, waved her hands obediently, turned and left, leaving behind a fragrant fragrance.

Xiao Yan watched Qing Muer leave, feeling a little confused. The scene of the two being so close could not be forgotten in his mind. Xiao Yan shook his head, suppressed it, and did not think too much.

Pushing open the door, Xiao Yan spent the night in his courtyard for the first time. He saw that the room was exquisitely decorated, with a rosewood marble bookcase in the middle, and various famous people's dharma stickers on it. There was a big flower beside the bed.

There is a bag full of jasmine flowers, which is fragrant and elegant. On the opposite wall hangs a large picture of smoke and rain, and on the left and right hangs a couplet, which is the ink of a famous person.

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