"That's for me." Qinghu lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him: "Although the subsequent development was unexpected, he didn't do anything to you, did he?" ”

Be. Even if you are now emaciated and emaciated, and your face is sad, it has nothing to do with him, nothing to do with me. This is also your own bitter wine, which you need to taste yourself.

Qinghu looked at Duanfeng's hanging hand, which had gently stroked her, and also pinched her neck fiercely. The events of the day would not have evolved like that, it was still this hand, as long as she held her as usual and sent a little comfort to her.

It's a pity that the heavens don't have mercy.

Qinghu put aside these scattered thoughts and continued, "Do you know the Fei Qing Venerable God? ”

"I've heard the Nine Immortals mention it," Duan Feng shook his head slightly, he had never seen that one, if he had seen it, he would have recognized it a long time ago.

Duanfeng suddenly remembered the little girl's current name, and said in surprise: "Madame is...... Daughter of the gods? ”

"It's just a little bit of a connection." Qinghu was noncommittal: "What enemies does the Feiqing Venerable God have?" ”

Qinghu remembers clearly, the person who was dressed in the skin of the Seven Princes and assumed the pseudonym Guangzhang recognized Qinghu's face, or more accurately, recognized the face of the god Feiqingzun.

But he didn't do anything substantial to hurt himself, and Qinghu slowly recalled what he said at the time.

At that time, it was a person's words that were too shocking, and Qinghu listened to it in a foggy mind, coupled with fear and panic, and then thought about it carefully......

What he said the most seemed to be: "Do you think you have affection for him?" ”

Repeated three times.

It seems to have nothing to do with the god.

He seemed to care a lot about his feelings for the Guardian. Even if you don't hesitate to do something that wants to violate yourself, you just want to tell yourself, is that feeling fake?

Why on earth would he do this? What's the point?

Qinghu couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at Duan Feng in contemplation, such a beautiful immortal, Yushu Qiongzhi, isn't it normal for someone to covet it?

"Do you have any admirers?" Qinghu asked with a light smile.

.“ What? ”

Qinghu asked suddenly, but Duanfeng instantly understood, his gloomy face, no matter how Qinghu retreated and dodged, he still pressed her shoulders, and his deep starry eyes looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "I, Duanfeng, have been alone in the forest for 80,000 years." Never messed with flowers and grass, and caused any love debts. Madame was the first woman to break into the forest, and the only woman I loved. Even if Mrs. resents me now, hates me, and doesn't want me, I only have Mrs. in my heart. ”

"You ......"

"Listen to me. I didn't disbelieve Madame, Madame has me in her heart, and I am still convinced that the only person in Madame's heart is me. But I'm really scared, I'm afraid you're going to disappear all of a sudden......"

I'm the only one left......

Duanfeng's heart was torn, and at this point, he suddenly realized that his anger at that time was actually fear.

Eighty thousand years ago, the gods suddenly fell, and the world of fire jade fell into a deep sleep.

Mother Goddess and Brother, he couldn't find any of them.

The entire Fire Jade World was terrifyingly quiet, and he was the only one alive.

He roamed alone, inspecting every nook and cranny inch by inch, the temples he was familiar with, the palaces he had lived in were empty, and he could only be accompanied by the shadows beside him.

Such days lasted for a whole 10,000 years.

It wasn't until an earthly tree suddenly descended on the Treasure Room Mountain that the Nine Immortals awakened the Fire Jade World that Duanfeng heard a voice other than him.

But none of the disappeared heavenly immortals returned.

The little delicate and cute of the gods-sama /book/97692/