"Nian Sheng, I still like the word "Jingtian". "Jingtian" means "Jingtian", but it can also go against the will of heaven and be "Jingtian". She said quietly, holding his lean waist with both hands, and buried her head.

into his arms.

Suddenly, she heard him rubbing her head lovingly, "My hair that I finally combed is messed up again if I push it again."

"Come on and comb it if it's messy. You promised me to tie my hair and draw my eyebrows. I'll remember that."

"You woman, you are always so dissatisfied." He also smiled and said this while his hands started combing his hair again.

Qingshi squinted his eyes comfortably, smelling the ambergris unique to the human world on his body.[

The pleasant fragrance made her eyes tremble, and she wished she could lie in his arms and have a good sleep.

"Jingtian, I just love the way you pamper me. It's so nice to be in your arms." After murmuring, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

In the huge fog, above the sky, Niansheng sat there, looking at the scene below him.

Were they like this in the past?

Illusions can reveal what people most long for, and also the most real pictures.

Is this who Qingshi thinks of himself? Seeing the satisfaction on her face, seeing her nestling peacefully in the arms of that illusion, he narrowed his eyes.

In the mist, something entered the illusory body, and there was no one in the place where I was thinking just now.

He entered the body of illusion.

Looking at the person in his arms, he continued the action he had just done with the comb, combing her long dark hair again and again, clumsily twisting her hair into its usual shape. But he still felt something was wrong.

When this illusion first came out, Qingshi's expression and hair had completely changed. He had a lazy and charming aura.

That kind of breath is not the breath of bluestone in the past. Can feelings change everything about a person?

About so.

Because this illusion is obviously so infatuated, so doting, doing actions that he doesn't understand yet feels extra affectionate to.

As if he had just stroked her hair with his hands, it was so tender and sweet.

Is this who he once was?

Simply unbelievable.

Listening to Mo Lian or Qing Luo will never be as real as seeing the scene in Qing Shi's mind.

This is their true past.

Maybe he understands a little bit why he has feelings for Qingshi.[

Because Qingshi has always been so sleek and lazy, exuding an ethereal and unfathomable charm without paying attention. This charm is different from the charm of the fox tribe, as if it is completely natural. There is no need to show off.

It can exude lightness and excellence.

This is bluestone.

She was the one responsible for the killing, so I really can't blame her.

All the sins were created by her own hands, so why should she blame her for having bloody hands?

In the demon world, if you want to rule everything, you must sit in the position of the demon lord, and if you want to sit in that position, you must kill many people. These are all things he has thought about, and haven't he done it? At some point, he

There is no choice, just like bluestone, there is no choice.

There was a smile on his face, and the comb in his hand froze slightly.

She put her hand on the comb, with a smile on her face, and said in a daze, "Jingtian, I miss the maple forest in the human world so much. You didn't accompany me to read it and then returned to your place. Please take me there. Let's go."

Take another look."
Chapter completed!