Xiong Batian was so nervous that his face turned red, even his ears were extremely hot, and his eyes were slightly red. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but when the words came to his mouth, there was silence again.
Nan Xueluo looked at him with cold eyes.
Xiong BaTian hesitated to speak, and looked at Qing Ge for help. Qing Ge turned away and pretended not to see him.
Shame on you!
Why is she, the disciple of the Eastern Emperor, so whiny?
"Is this the person you like?" The corners of the God King's lips curled into a sneer, hiding sarcasm and ridicule, seemingly filled with endless chill and sarcasm.
Nan Xueluo raised her eyebrows and finally had nothing to say. She didn't want to say a word about the God King.
Nan Xueluo glanced at the helpless Xiong Batian, hesitated for a moment, and then stretched out his hand towards Xiong Batian. Xiong Batian's head was burning, and he stared at Nan Xueluo with wide eyes.
"Hold me." Nan Xueluo said.
Xiong Batian pursed his lips and stared at Nan Xueluo's hand for a long time, as if he was about to cry.
This is...a man's hand...
After a long time, Xiong Batian finally summoned up the courage to hold Nan Xueluo's hand. The touch was particularly good, just like the young master's lips.
Thinking of that unexpected but lingering kiss, Xiong Batian's cheeks turned red again, making him even more shy than his daughter's family.
The God King stared at the two tightly joined hands with sinister eyes, and bursts of murderous intention suddenly emerged in his heart. It was a ferocious and dark atmosphere that he had never experienced before. He wanted to destroy the two people who were so inseparable, but he only felt that
Nan Xueluo, Xiong Batian's intimacy was particularly dazzling.
Seeing Xiong Ba Tian, Nan Xueluo was about to leave. Looking at their backs, the God King hurriedly shouted: "Aluo."
This sound of "Aluo" is gentle and anxious, like a husband standing in front of the door waiting for his wife to return.
Nan Xueluo stopped, still facing the God King, with no intention of looking back.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Xiong Batian's hand, and could feel that the man was trembling and afraid.
Smiling bitterly, Nan Xueluo raised her face, her face covered with frost and her whole body looked arrogant and cold.
"Brother God King." Just like before, gentle and delicate, like a beauty walking out of the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, his voice whispered in my ears, like Wu Nong's whisper.
The God King's soul trembled suddenly, and tens of thousands of years passed quickly before his eyes.
He watched Nan Xueluo grow up, and would always take Nan Xueluo with him at all times.
He has also mentioned countless times that Aluo is the wife of the God King's brother, and he has been waiting for Aluo to grow up.
When he was young, Aluo was injured once outside the mountains and was rescued by a young man. Aluo was very grateful. At that time, the God King was even depressed for a long time.
As he got older, young ladies from powerful families approached him to get married, but he rejected them one by one.
Everyone in the world thought that he was devoted to Buddha and wanted to save the troubled world. Only he understood that he was waiting for a little girl to grow up.
Later, he met a different woman. Even though he knew it was a rose with poison and thorns, he still couldn't help but pick it and get close to her.
It seemed that no matter what he did, Aluo would not blame him and would always accompany him, sticking to a childhood joke.
A year after getting married, he became addicted to alcohol and started writing poems, each word of which was filled with longing for Fengqi.
A Luo tore up all the papers filled with poems and the God King struck them down with his palm, causing the hairpin to fall to the ground.
"It seems that it's time for me to divorce my wife," he said.
A Luo covered her face before she could be shocked. When she heard the indifferent words of the God King, she knelt down, hugged the God King's legs, and shouted miserably: "A Luo is wrong, brother, don't leave A Luo."
The high-ranking daughter of Nanfu suffered all kinds of humiliation in his mansion.
In order to humiliate Aluo, he even brought other women back to his house.
Ah Luo rushed into the house like crazy and hit the woman with a candlestick.
The God King waved away the candlestick and looked at her coldly: "Aluo, don't bully her."
This woman was unscrupulous in the house and was kept in a pavilion by the God King.
One day, thieves came to the house and the house was in a mess. The woman was so frightened that she ran away. In order to protect the pen and ink that the God King loved, Aluo fought with the thieves and was bruised all over his body.
When the God King came here, he thought she had gone crazy again, so he grabbed Aluo's neck and pressed it against the wall: "If there is anything wrong with her, I will divorce my wife."
Ah Luo wiped the blood, blinked her eyes, and where the tears welled up, she sniffed and choked up and said: "Brother God King, it's all Ah Luo's fault for failing to protect your pen and ink." She is not qualified.
wife.
She really wanted to kill that woman, but she found that the God King had never touched her, it was just her and Feng Qi who were in love with each other. Therefore, A Luo did not kill her and left her to be arrogant in the house.
The God King let go of her, letting her fall to the ground, and went to the house to look anxiously for the woman.
There are too many things like this.
The God King has long forgotten.
He has become accustomed to pushing his limits. No matter when, where, or what happens, Aluo will never leave him.
Ten thousand years have passed, and I have become accustomed to it.
Who knew that one day, so suddenly, Nan Xueluo would divorce her husband.
…
The wind and snow are dancing lightly, and the icy blue boundary is like a veil of smoke.
Nan Xueluo and Xiong Batian stood holding hands, and the God King's trembling voice came from behind: "Aluo, come back..."
As long as he calls her, she will definitely come back.
The God King's eyes were particularly determined.
However——
A long time passed, but Nan Xueluo remained motionless.
Xiong Batian looked left and right, and then looked at the king with hostility.
At this moment, Xiong Batian suddenly became nervous, Master, will it pass?
Xiong Batian subconsciously clenched his hand, and Nan Xueluo jerked his hand away, frowning: "What are you doing? It hurts me."
Xiong Batian blinked innocently, holding his tongue and not daring to speak. Looking at the empty palms that were no longer warm, he felt extremely disappointed.
Nan Xueluo stretched out her other hand towards Xiong Batian: "Change your hand." Xiong Batian was suddenly delighted and held Wang Qinghong's white and tender girl-like hand in his big hand.
"Let's go." Nan Xueluo said, leading Xiong Batian towards the direction of the cultivators' organization!
"Aluo!" The God King's voice was low and hoarse.
Xiong Batian looked back at Wang, frowned, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, who is he?"
"Huh? Just an unimportant person." Nan Xueluo said casually.
Xiong Batian's brain seemed to be twitching, and he asked: "Is he more important or am I more important?"
Hearing this soft song, my jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Has spring come for her disciple?
Hmm.
The arrival of spring is always like this, so unexpected.
Nan Xueluo did not answer Xiong Batian's words. Xiong Batian looked slightly disappointed and a little aggrieved.
Since you have someone else in your heart, why bother kissing him?
Don't you know how important a man's first kiss is?
The more Xiong Batian thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved. He felt sorry for Bala, and his eyes became red again.
"Idiot, of course you are the most important. He is not as good as one in a million like you." Nan Xueluo rolled her eyes at Xiong Batian.
In an instant, Xiong Batian was filled with joy and joy. He hugged Nan Xueluo suddenly and kissed Nan Xueluo on the cheek.
"Don't worry, young master. Tomorrow I will ask Master to take me to Beizhou Prince's Mansion to propose marriage. I will definitely take good care of young master for the rest of my life." Xiong Batian said.
Qingge: "..." Can she not go?
There must be something wrong.
The war in Beizhou and Dongzhou was raging. She was so full that she went to Beizhou to propose marriage?
It seems that she is too gentle towards Xiong Batian.
A kind teacher has many defeated disciples, but he will not deceive me!
The remnant soul of the ancient dragon suddenly discovered that the host seemed to have a bad temper.