Murong Qianqian hurriedly sat down on Luoluo, "My house is often smoked with that kind of yellow smoke. The snakes, insects, rats and ants have already been frightened by it. How can there be snakes!"

It is estimated that the Water Demon King's brows have been frowning for so long that they were knotted at this moment, "Luoluo, you should be talking about realgar, snakes are most afraid of this thing, and the idiom 'smell the wind and dispel courage' is inappropriate, it should be...

…”

When she saw the Water Demon King for the first time, Murong Qianqian felt that this guy was gentle and like a scholar. Now that she heard so much nonsense from him, she was even more convinced.

He coughed softly and interrupted: "Qing Yi, you seem to have gone off topic. I think we should go back and resolve this matter quickly."

The Water Demon King came back to his senses, frowned again and said: "Luo Luo, we may not count the oaths we made before, but as long as you love me, or as long as you give me a chance, I will let our love continue."

The sudden words made Monk Murong Qianqian react for a long time before he realized that these words were the continuation of her long paragraph explaining love.

I cursed in my heart, sh|it, this Water Demon King must have studied science. After so many words in the middle, he could still find the logic to turn the topic back to Zhou Zhouzhengzheng.

"Qing Yi, you are wrong. Love is not about giving a chance, but whether there is a fate. If the fate is gone, the love cannot be restored.

There is a song that is a bit cowardly and the lyrics are vulgar, but the content is very real. For example, this sentence, 'Love is not what you want to buy, you can buy it if you want to buy it.'

No, this kind of love requires a voluntary nature. It is natural for two people to be happy. Unrequited love is also a sentiment, but if you force someone to love you, it is immoral."

The more the Water Demon King listened, the more confused he became. He was stunned for a moment and said, "Luoluo, are you in love with someone else?"

Murong Qianqian thought that in the story scripts throughout the ages, a woman's change of heart was always because she fell in love with another man. In order to enhance the persuasiveness of Luoluo not loving the Water Demon King, she felt that this reason was really good.

He immediately nodded heavily and made a very guilty expression, "Qingyi, I have indeed fallen in love with someone else, and I know I am sorry for you.

But love comes as it comes, and no one can stop it. I met him on a drizzly spring day, when he held an oil-paper umbrella.

Step by step, he appeared in front of me on the steps. He approached silently, and when he came closer, he cast a breath-like look. He floated by like a dream, very sad and confused.

I passed him by and found that his green robe was slightly splashed by the rain. He was walking slowly in the rain alley, with a lilac-like sadness all over his body.

At that moment, I fell hopelessly in love with him, and I thought, Oh, there is a woman as sad as lilacs in the rain alley... Ahem, it is a man as sad as lilacs, how beautiful!"

The Water Demon King swayed, stretched out his fingers and said tremblingly: "Luoluo, it turns out you...it turns out you love the sissy type!"

Murong Qianqian's brows twitched. Her mind was blank just now, and she suddenly remembered that she had learned a modern poem when she was studying. I remember it was called "Rain Alley".

She thought the scene inside was very beautiful, so she changed it slightly and found that the Water Demon King actually... ugh, I really don't know how to appreciate it.

(Author of "Rain Alley": Dai Wangshu held an oil-paper umbrella and wandered alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac,

She has the same color as lilacs, the same fragrance as lilacs, and the same sadness as lilacs. She is sad in the rain, sad and hesitant.

She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, walking silently like me, cold, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently, and as she came closer, she cast a breath-like gaze. She drifted past like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.

Like a lilac branch floating through the field in a dream, this girl floated past me. She moved silently away, far away, reaching the dilapidated fence and walking through the rainy alley.

In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to pass by a girl who is as sad as a lilac.)

Murong Qianqian recalled "Rain Lane" completely in her mind. She felt that she could still recite this poem now. She admired herself very much.

Seeing the look of being struck by lightning on the Water Demon King's face, he shrugged and said, "It's true that he may be a bit effeminate, but that's what I like now.

I feel that a melancholy man can better inspire a woman’s maternal nature, so from that day on, I fell deeply in love with him, and I couldn’t help but dream about him every night.”

The Water Demon King's feet were a little weak. He leaned on the tree trunk behind him to stand firm, and said in a trembling voice: "Who is it? Tell me, Luoluo, who do you fall in love with?"

Murong Qianqian: "..."

Who is it? She just casually created the image of a man. Now the Water Demon King asks her who she is. How should she answer?

Of course, we can't say it's Xuanyuan Yao, because he neither wears a blue robe, nor walks in the alley with an umbrella, nor does he appear as sad as lilacs.

What's more, Xuanyuan Yao also told him not to reveal his identity, because once the Water Demon King sees him, he will think of memories from a thousand years later, and they will most likely be buried here.

Then who could it be? In a moment of urgency, Murong Qianqian could not remember anyone else except that Xuanyuan Yao was a man.

At this moment, there was a "bang~" sound, and a figure fell from the sky.

Falling flowers suddenly rose from the ground and danced in the air.

Murong Qianqian stared blankly at the land father-in-law who appeared out of nowhere. He opened his mouth again and again, then stretched out his fingers with trembling fingers. He turned his head to hold back tears and said, "It's him!"

Water Demon King: "..."

Tsing Yi? Holding an umbrella? Melancholy? Cold desert? Desolate? Melancholy? Bolt from the blue, which word from tm describes the father-in-law of the land?

Suddenly, I felt like my outlook on life, values, and world view had been subverted.

The landowner was squatting on the ground and dusting himself off when he saw Murong Qianqian suddenly pointing at him, while the Water Demon King was staring at him with infinite sadness and murderous intent.

Suddenly he shuddered, laughed dryly and said: "I happened to be passing by, you two can continue chatting~ I will leave first~" After that, he jumped away.

The Water Demon King pointed at the land father-in-law who was walking away like a frog, and took a deep breath, "Luoluo, are you kidding me? The person you like turns out to be a man who walks on four legs of the land!"

Murong Qianqian: "That..."
Chapter completed!