Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

The memory ends here, everyone's eyes are covered with a layer of darkness, and again shrouded by light.

No one said anything, I don't know if it is unacceptable, or it has not come out of this repressed and lonely memory.

From another person’s point of view, she felt a little strange. Song Yubai was stunned for a long time, and suddenly closed her eyes, half-wrapping Xia Wuxin’s waist, burying her face in her cold arms, suppressing emotions. The shaking of the shoulders.

It turned out that she had guarded her since then.

But she never knew.

At that time, she fought in armor from time to time. She left for a few years. The palace was deserted and no one talked to her. She often talked to the stone beside the lotus pond.

People don't like to contact her, but the stone will not refuse.

Su Xieyue's eyes were soft and she couldn't cry. Her apricot eyes were red, and she looked at Xia Wuxin and said, "How sad she should be for such a long day."

Su Xieyue knew that she could only look at the hardships of one person from a distance, and now she replaced Xia Wuxin with grief.

Even Xia Chunqiu bowed his head and said nothing.

Song Yubai was silent for a while, gently tucked away the crystal water vapor from the corner of his eyes, and said lightly: "When I was in the heavenly court, I never noticed that she was suffocating. How come it is different in the world?"

"This matter, the emperor still needs to find an opportunity to ask the emperor, she has already stood there when I was formed, I don't know the origin of the evil spirit, and what fate is there."

"She was in a coma because the Heavenly Emperor’s Moon Demon Sulfur Mirror almost turned into a prototype. If you want to wake up, you either need to open the Heavenly Emperor’s Net, or it’s what she longs for. The stone is for the emperor’s adulthood. The emperor still needs to grasp it by herself."

Huaxian finished speaking softly, then nodded at Song Yubai, turned around and crossed the threshold, the peach pink dress brought a pink wave.

Xia Chunqiu and Su Xieyue didn't stay any longer, leaving one after another, and the door closed with a creak.

Looking outside the door, there is a gleam of autumn, and the trees in the middle of the mountain are dyed. From a distance, the red and yellow are alternately beautiful. The flower fairy stretched out enchantingly, and the petals gradually filled, as if he was about to leave.

Su Xieyue hurriedly opened her mouth to call her, and said, "Hua Xian God, thank you very much."

"It's okay, but the day is too idle, just take care of things." Huaxian pursed her red lips, looked back at Su Xieyue, a pair of peach blossom eyes were dazzling, as if she could see through people's hearts, "It's just..."

"But what?" Su Xieyue opened her eyes slightly, her white hands clutching her skirt.

"You are extremely talented. You have not yet ascended in your cultivation to this age. Do you know the reason?" Huaxian's voice was indescribable, but it wasn't annoying.

Su Xieyue lowered her eyes and said softly to know.

Huaxian nodded and looked away: "The Heavenly Family always speaks clearly about the lack of desires. In fact, thinking of becoming a **** does not require renunciation of love and love, but to cut off those that cannot be obtained, feel comfortable, and be able to practice well. "

"Farewell." Huaxian said softly, her body disappeared in place, only a few scattered petals, drifting away in the wind.

Su Xieyue stepped forward two steps, and a petal fell on her palm, seemingly warm.

In the room, a wisp of sandalwood lit up.

Song Yubai blew the sandalwood incense, turned around and squatted down, picked Xia Wuxin again, and carefully put it back on the bed, her delicate palm gently rubbed Xia Wuxin's face, she didn't seem to have studied Xia Wuxin very carefully. After a long time, there was an illusion of not knowing.

The face is pale, the eyebrows are very delicate, the nose bones are small and tall, carved like white jade, and the mouth is like petals, tender, but a little dry.

Suddenly she felt distressed and said softly: "Wuxin, are you tired?"

She should be very tired after waiting for so long.

"I knew it, I won't let you wait anymore." Song Yubai chuckled with tears, and then sighed deeply, "I used to think that the days in the sky were lonely, but now that I want to come, someone silently accompanies you, and it's also a good thing."

"Wake up, Wuxin." She whispered, her voice extremely soft, but Xia Wuxin still didn't move.

One day passed very slowly. Song Yubai leaned against the bed, resting his cheeks on Xia Wuxin's side, in a daze, the sky was already dark, and the burning sunset spread from the west to the top of his head, and the earth was orange.

Song Yubai suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on the smooth Hao wrist, and he turned slightly.

She longed for it, she said silently.

Afterwards, Song Yubai slowly got up, closed his eyes and read silently, and sent him a bath tub to the little fairy attendant who was boiling water in Pingfeng Mountain. After a stick of incense, the door was knocked.

After opening the door, two immortals stood at the door, holding a huge bath tub, and cautiously said: "I have seen the emperor."

Four eyes slid into the door, then put things down and ran away.

Song Yubai looked at their backs, shook his head gently, and then took the bath tub back to the room. After tapping the side of the tub twice with his index finger, the tub was full of steaming hot water.

The mist slowly spreads, making the room a little wet, and the fragrance is even stronger, and it slowly spreads.

Standing by the bucket, Song Yubai hesitated for a while, muttering to himself, "I wonder if the stone can soak in water."

But Xia Wuxin's stone is hard, and it shouldn't have much effect.

Song Yubai gently lifted her coat, and then let go, the gauze-like coat slid off her shoulders, leaving only a thin undershirt. As she turned around, she slowly rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of lotus arms.

Suddenly she blushed. She wanted to live by herself for all these years. She had experienced everything. The only thing she could do was to serve people.

"You really have a lot of face." Song Yubai said, touching Xia Wuxin's forehead with her soft fingertips, and then when her index finger hooked, there was a cold flame curling up and untied Xia Wuxin's clothes.

The girl's body was quickly shrouded in light. Although she was not as shiny as Song Yubai's white, she was still soft with a slender waist, and her shoulders were cut, and although she was still wrapped in obscene clothes, her stature was already visible.

Song Yubai suddenly coughed a few times, took the clothes on the side with his backhand, wrapped her up, and then bent over and hugged her.

The lamp was lit in the room, and the gentle candlelight was sprinkled. The Lang Lang Qingzi woman held the girl and walked slowly towards the bath tub. When Xia Wuxin finally sank in the water, Song Yubai exhaled.

Gently touch your cheeks, as hot as water.

Song Yubai slowly picked up the drops of water and sprinkled them on Xia Wuxin's tender skin, with an ethereal and gentle voice: "You have to wash it well before I can hug you. I don't want to hug a dirty stone."

As she talked, her eyes softened, and Liuli's eyes were rippling.

"It turns out to be so annoying, just a few months, how can it be so worrying."

Since when did it start, from time to time she has worked hard, from her life and death agreement, from her fearless energy, from her bright eyes.

"When you wake up, I will tell you what you want to hear."

Xia Wuxin's eyes rolled impenetrably, but Song Yubai kept his head down and never saw it.

The hot water gradually became cold, and Song Yubai suddenly broke free from her thoughts. She tapped the side of the bucket twice with her finger bones, and the water disappeared without a trace. She leaned over Xia Wuxin’s neck and let her lean against her chest. Pick up the person hard again.

On the way back to the bed, the hydration on Xia Wuxin's body turned into water vapor, and she quickly dried out.

Song Yubai's arms were soft and fragrant, with the coldness of the emperor and the hotness of Song Yubai. Every step he took made people tremble in his heart.

Xia Wuxin's breathing gradually became heavy.

Song Yubai lifted the quilt and let Xia Wuxin lean on the soft pillow. Then he lifted his long legs and sat down on the bed. She leaned back and leaned against her. Her arms were also exposed, touching a piece of warmth. Coolness.

Although it was cold when others touched her, Song Yubai knew that she was really hot, so she pulled her sleeves up again to let the cold autumn wind blow.

"Come on." Song Yubai said lightly, stretched out his hand to wrap Xia Wuxin's thin shoulders, wrapped her in his arms, and then held her with both hands.

So this posture was a little weird. Song Yubai had a straight face and embraced Xia Wuxin with both hands, while Xia Wuxin closed her eyes and leaned her head on her shoulder. The two maintained this posture for a long time.

Finally, Song Yubai had to bow his head, with a shallow disappointment in his beautiful eyes, and said in a low voice: "Isn't this also OK? Xia Wuxin, is it possible that you really don't want to wake up and don't want to see me?"

The atmosphere was silent for a long time, Song Yubai's teeth slid across his full lips, suddenly released his hand, closed his eyes and leaned over.

Suddenly, she keenly smelled a trace of blood, and she was anxious, and suddenly opened her eyes, thinking that Xia Wuxin was hurt, but she saw the girl in front of her, and two blood stains slowly flowed out of her nostrils.

...

"Xia Wuxin!" Song Yubai trembled, both angry and funny, and hurriedly pushed Xia Wuxin away, letting her lean on the quilt.

Afterwards, a weak chuckle came, and Xia Wuxin only felt ashamed, and covered his face behind him.

"When did you wake up, why didn't you say a word?" Song Yubai couldn't get out of her stomach, so she had to pick Xia Wuxin's collar to pull her up, wrap her fingers with Xianli, and swipe at the tip of her nose with blood stains. Then disappeared.

"I just woke up, I don't know where I am, so I didn't open my eyes." Xia Wuxin said, supporting the bedpost with one hand and opening the broken hair in front of her eyes with the other. .

"Mister did you want to kiss me just now?" Xia Wuxin seemed tired, her original clear voice was now a bit soft and hoarse, but she still curled her lips and slowly moved forward.

Song Yubai didn't speak, his eyes were clear and light. He glanced at Xia Wuxin and wanted to get up, but unexpectedly a pair of hands suddenly hooked her waist, Song Yubai whispered and rolled on her back on the bed.

Just about to scold him, Xia Wuxin suddenly supported the bed with one hand, and put the other on Song Yubai's waist, and lay down opposite her.

The hands had not yet returned to the temperature, and they were a little cold. Song Yubai trembling suddenly, his delicate and white fingertips tightly gripped the bedding, and his voice was flustered: "Xia Wuxin!"

She was lying like this, and her figure was more graceful. The silver hairpin did not know when it fell, her black hair was messy, her cheeks were rosy, she did not know whether it was flustered or something, and her eyes were gradually covered with a layer of pink.

The slender and white neck slowly twisted aside, trembling slightly.

Xia Wuxin's heart burned, as if she was constantly being shattered and restored to its original state, so her voice was aggrieved, and she whispered, "Song Yubai, I want to kiss."

Song Yubai was even more embarrassed when she heard this. She blinked her eyes and said coldly: "You kiss me and ask me what to do."