Die Xiaoyue stopped and turned around and saw Mu Wangqing standing by, obviously she had been waiting for her for a long time.
"Mu Wangqing, if you don't go back and have a good rest, come to my door, is there anything wrong?"
"What, can't I come to you if I'm fine?"
Mu Wangqing looked straight at her calmly, but her deep green eyes became more and more dense and inseparable. Xiaoyue didn't know if she had an illusion, but she looked at him with expressionless expression, so why did she hear a trace of it from his tone.
The taste of grievance.
Worry? Well... It's really incredible to think about seeing the word grievance in him.
"No, I would love to see you."
"Since that's the case, just follow me."
Mu Wangqing curled her lips slightly, raised her slender thighs, grabbed her wrist without any doubt, and walked towards the palace gate with big strides.
"Hey? Wait? It's going to be night soon. Where are we going?"
Xiaoyue followed his pace one by two small steps, fearing that she would not be able to catch up with his rhythm and made her fall. She couldn't help but complain, and didn't know what he was going to do, and she had to leave in such a hurry.
The lights were dim and the sounds were buzzing. Everyone shouted and the laughter of young men and women came from the streets on both sides. Groups were listening to the opera artists explaining the legend of the long history, while some men and women exchanged tokens on the side to ensure their lives.
.
Xiaoyue suddenly felt that these ordinary people in the demon world were gradually being influenced by human customs, and gradually it was difficult to see that they were people in the demon world. Even, she had an illusion that she had never been a half-demonic person, and
It is a real human being.
But fantasy is fantasy after all, not real, and they are destined to be ordinary people in their lives.
Just when she couldn't hide her loss, the man in front suddenly stopped. Xiaoyue looked closely and found that he had actually taken her to a restaurant. The red lantern swayed in the wind, and the candlelight made their shadows.
It's very long.
"You are..."
Xiaoyue looked at Mu Wangqing with confusion, not understanding why he brought her here.
"You'll know when you come in."
Mu Wangqing didn't say anything, but just pulled her into it on his own. Under the guidance of the waiter, he came to a remote table in the corner of the second floor and sat down. The view here is wide and you can see the lively gathering below.
city.
Seeing them bringing dishes one by one before her, the number made her feel flattered. She felt that such an exaggerated picture could only appear in a dream, but unexpectedly the dream came true.
"Mu Wangqing, what are you doing? If you reward me, you don't have to worry about it."
"This is not over yet, the most important thing is this."
"What?"
Xiaoyue stared at Mu Wangqing with her eyes wide open and slowly raised her hand and patted her twice. She saw the waiter who had come over before slowly walking over with a white porcelain flower plate. She watched him carefully put down the things in his hand and quietly retreat.
Down.
She looked down and her clear golden eyes suddenly shrank, not because it was so strange, but because the things in the plate contained her name and unexpected blessings.
"I didn't expect... you actually know this."
She was really shocked because she had never thought about this and was dispensable. However, although she said that, she still hoped for it, even if it was extremely slim.
I can't tell what it tastes like in my heart, but I only know that my swelling chest is made of sourness and sweetness, brewing aged wine, which makes me intoxicated.
Mu Wangqing looked at her with moist and red eyes, and there was a sense of care that could not be hidden in her eyes. Even her breathing was rapid, as if someone grabbed his heart, making him almost breathless.