Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"No matter who asked, they said they didn't know. Do you understand?"

Xiaochan showed an expression that was wrapped around me.

"Don't worry, my mouth is the strictest."

"..." Xingsi Shenjun was not angry, "It's best to be strict!" Xiaochan got the answer she wanted, smiled, and ran away again.

Didn't bother him again.

After she left, Lord Xing Si looked at her back, and then opened the Ming Si Book he had just closed.

In the thin page of the Siming Book, purple light surged and the handwriting changed.

It was supposed to be a lonely evil scene, but now...

Lord Xingsi frowned heavily, shook his head, and sighed deeply.

The life book was immediately closed and put away.

No one else can see it except him.

He picked up the pen again and never mentioned it again.

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Ziwei Palace.

Countless gods came to visit with gifts and congratulations, dispersing the deserted place in the past.

It was so lively that the threshold was about to be breached.

And His Highness the Emperor, who had always been alienated from others in the past, opened the palace door for the first time after the decree came down.

Welcome guests without rejecting them.

The back hall of Ziwei Palace was almost filled with congratulatory gifts.

Everyone wanted to come and see the future bride, but no one who came to visit could see it.

As if being hidden by His Majesty the Emperor.

It was not until night, when the clear twilight fell, the guests left, the door of Ziwei Palace was closed, that the bride appeared in the moonlight.

Wearing a beautiful plain white dress with only a thin layer of gauze.

Her rosy and gorgeous face was dyed with a bright glow. She slowly walked out of the palace with her long hair loose and unstained.

The beauty was astonishing, under the hazy moonlight, she seemed to have slept for a long time, but she was still a little sleepy.

With eyes moist and hazy, he even forgot to retract his tail.

The beautiful fiery big tail is hanging down, still swaying slightly as if it is self-aware.

Rubbing his eyes, he looked around.

The lips were excessively red, as if they were wearing the brightest lip gloss.

"A Chen?"

A slightly hoarse female voice, soft and soft, with a bit of dependence.

We have just reunited, and now is the most clingy time.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt something warm in her palm.

The next second, a strong arm appeared around her waist and took her back.

The cool breath is soft and yet inexplicably strong.

"woke up?"

The lips, which were still slightly cool at night, covered her moist and soft cheeks.

He carried her back to the bedroom, and the thin dress slipped off her shoulders during such a big movement.

The slender shoulders full of traces of Yingbai were exposed.

Like that fragile and delicate porcelain doll, its whole body exudes a seductive fragrance.

The tips of her hair were gently blown by the breeze, and her body was still stained with the ambiguous aura he left behind.

She was startled and subconsciously grabbed his arm.

The sleepiness finally completely dissipated, and Yingying's eyes finally became clear.

Cheeks slightly red.

"How come...you don't make any noise when you walk?"

Like a ghost.

The cold man holding her behind chuckled softly.

The hand on her waist was rubbing her belly gently, with a gentle tone.

"Then next time, I will speak out first?"

"..." She pursed her lips slightly and turned around.

The man lowered his eyes, held her in one hand, and slowly adjusted her dress with the other.

When his eyes touched the ambiguous and charming color on her snow-colored shoulders, his eyes darkened slightly, but he was still smiling.