Chapter 430: Let's do something slowly in the long night!
This is what he has been looking forward to for a long time.
Although you can't go and watch, it's not an exaggeration to go out and take a walk yourself.
Thinking of this, Yuehua stood up and walked out of the shack. At this time, the night was thick, the wind was clear, the bright moon hung upside down in the sky, and the sky was full of stars.
Yuehua saw a figure not far away wandering under the bright moon...
It's Her Majesty the Princess! Could it be that it's a long night and she doesn't want to sleep?
Dai Yuan was walking under a willow tree. It wasn't that she couldn't sleep, she also wanted to identify the birth of a peerless sword!
I have seen a lot of swords on the set, but those were too fake... The sword of the King of Yue and the sword of the King of Wu unearthed in the archeology column were rusty.
It looks like a big stupid knife!
What should a real sword look like?
Yuehua walked up behind Dai Yuan, but with his Qinggong, Dai Yuan couldn't find him.
The distance is neither too far nor too close, so he can neither be discovered nor interrupt Dai Yuan's reverie...
I can also enjoy this beautiful night painting scene...it's really a multi-purpose thing.
Yuehua doesn't know why, but every time, no matter what the princess is doing, she can always appreciate her beauty, and this beauty is often something that others cannot see.
Am I born for her?
Yuehua touched her head and giggled.
The silly laughter was noticed by Dai Yuan...
"Tell me, what are you laughing at?" After the disaster, Dai Yuan's mood gradually became lighter.
"I didn't smile evilly..." Yuehua denied it, because it wasn't considered a evil smile in the first place.
It's just that the laughter is filled with emotion...
"I've heard it all, but I still don't admit it. My Yuehua is becoming more and more dishonest..."
A strand of Dai Yuan's hair gently hit Yue Hua's neck... the feeling was crisp and soft...
It was not Dai Yuan's intention, but the wind blowing from behind Dai Yuan, quietly blowing the hair on his temples.
The hair hit Yuehua's neck without any bias...
Yuehua's heart, which has never been calm, now has a bigger ripple...
The clanking sound of the dwarf patriarch's forging became a symphony under the night sky.
Dai Yuan felt that something was wrong with Yuehua's eyes. Why were they so full of passion?
She turned her head to the side, no longer looking at him, and no longer making those witty remarks...