The little bun is very soft and cute, really like a soft and glutinous crystal bag. Although it is cunning, it is often well-behaved and sensible, so it is loved by people.
For example, in front of the goddess, the little bun is extremely obedient, blinking his innocent little eyes, like stars embedded in the night.
The goddess was afraid that the little bun would fall off the chair, so she hugged the little bun.
The goddess's spine was hit by a scepter of Yunshui Shui and injured by the Tianlinggu. The embrace was very difficult. The goddess's face became pale, her eyes were dazed, and her spirit was distracted. Even though she was covered in wounds and was extremely difficult, the goddess still held the bun and left it in place.
The goddess raised her blood-stained hand and wiped away the tears at the end of her eyes. The goddess sniffed and couldn't help but look at Qingge.
The eyes as light green as smoke are more like gems under the cold stars, bright, radiant, beautiful, and sacred. At this moment, in those green eyes, there is more hopelessness and darkness towards life and death.
As light as water, as deep as fire.
Bonds and love are both speechless.
The goddess endured the pain of the rupture of the spine and straightened her back, like a green pine standing proudly in the snow. She raised her proud head, and when the breeze blew across the green lotus platform, the goddess and Qingge looked at each other and smiled.
Will...in no time later...
Her life was too sad.
The Elf Clan has many powerful factions, and she is just a derivative of power.
In the past decade when she has not become a goddess, she has lived in the darkness, and there are thousands of elves like her.
Only, she became a goddess, she could survive, she could shine like the rising sun, like the gorgeous sunset and the bright moon...
When she first met Dongling Cod, her heart moved slightly.
She knew that she could not be moved. As a goddess, she would fall into the abyss and never be restored.
If your heart is moved, it will break this heart and break the love and road of the next life.
For countless nights, she told herself that only by marrying the Qing Emperor and becoming the noble woman in the immortal world can she get rid of the shackles and shackles in front of her.
The various rumors about the Qing Emperor made her extremely dislike the Qing Emperor. Perhaps, in the final analysis, she was unwilling to do so.
On the Qingliantai, when she saw the Qing Emperor, her eyes radiated light, reflecting the noble and elegant figure of the Qing Emperor.
The goddess was happy because the man who had been with her for the rest of her life was not a greasy pig.
She sat next to the Qing Emperor and toasted Qing Emperor. Qing Emperor ignored her. She was clearly an evil person, and she was as cold as a gust of winter wind.
She doesn't care. After all, how can there be love in a marriage?
At that time, Yun Shuishui learned that the heart-protecting formation was offered by Qingge, so he planned to reward Qingge.
Qingge hesitated for a long time and walked towards her with her skirt. She thought she was walking towards her. She never thought that the man Qingge once said would be Qingdi.
Qingge lifted up the black phoenix skirt, turned around, and asked her if she looked good.
The goddess was overjoyed and nodded quickly. At that time, she was still thinking that when she became a young man, the first thing she did was to try her best to make Qingge live forever and find Qingge's husband.
I want him.
She said.
The three simple words and the lazy and casual finger shocked the audience and were silent.
The goddess was stunned, her mind was clearly blank, but for some reason, tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Yun Shuishui wanted her to be her concubine, but how could she steal her friend's man?
How can it be?
She knelt on the ground and kowtowed in a firm tone: I will never be a concubine.
Rejected three times, angering Yun Shen.
She knew that there was no way back to the elves.
Ye Qingge, the butcher knife in my hand will never chop at you, forever...
The goddess stood on the green lotus platform, wearing a green robe, with green smoke gauze on her face, and holding a delicate and luxurious scepter in her hands.
The cold night was bone-bone, and it was already the second half of the night. The night was no longer so rich, and a faint light could be seen illuminating from the end of the horizon.
The goddess grinned, revealing her snow-white teeth, her light green eyes, and a line of clear tears.
Life is really hopeless.
The goddess walked towards Yunshuishui with a scepter.
Qingge frowned tightly, looked at the goddess's back, and clenched her hands under her sleeves.
The goddess is an elf, and she has no right to intervene.
Once the goddess leaves, it will be a dead end.
Yunshui's anger that had been patient for a long time will eventually be vented on the goddess.
In this way, the goddess has no life.
Yaolian is Ji Yue's mother. She doesn't want Yaolian to take action again, but...
How could she watch the goddess stand dead?
Yun Shuishui smiled and looked at the goddess slowly walking towards him. The girl was clearly covered in bruises, covered in blood, her head was light green hair, the blood on her top had dried up to dark brown, and her spine was broken. It was really surprising that she could still maintain her graceful elegance.
Yun Shuishui nodded secretly and admired her very much. It was indeed very good that she chose.
Of course—
The next moment, Yun Shuishui's eyes burst out with fierce light, and the pair of water-blue eyes were like gazes of poisonous snakes, and the gazes of the god of death were filled with fierce expressions, staring at the goddess fiercely.
The dog she had trouble picking would bite her owner back?
A dog that can bite people, damn it!
Never be a concubine? Damn it!!
The clouds and waters are deeply hated and disappointed.
If the goddess hadn't insisted on doing this, how could she offend the Demon Lotus?
Her original intention was just to let the elf tribe marry Qingdi, even if she was playing on the couch. She was a great companion.
To be precise, tracing the history of the elves, starting ten thousand years ago, the elves did love beauty, but the reason why the pathological love of beauty is deeply rooted is that it is the beginning of the rise of clouds and waters.
The goddess was about to step out of the green lotus platform, and a snow-white and delicate hand was placed on the goddess's shoulder.
The goddess gradually looked back, and two lines of tears flowed out. At that moment, the first ray of dawn in the morning shone on Qingge's face. The dawn broke through, and a rising sun symbolizing hope appeared in the east.
Qingge hugged the goddess in her arms, turned around and left.
"Qingge?" The goddess was surprised.
"Bastard, arrogant, what are you doing?!" Yun Shuishui was angry.
Qingge stopped his steps, turned his back to Yun Shuishui, looked up at the top of the head, and smiled and said, "Yun Shen, are you not as good as a child? Haven't you heard my son say that the goddess is injured and needs treatment."
At this point, Qingge paused, turned his foot slightly, and turned around inch by inch, with an evil and joking smile on his face, and his eyes looked straight at Yun Shuishui with provocation: "I heard that Yun Shen loved his clan members deeply. Even if he stepped forward, he never forgot about the elf clan members. Why, are the rumors all false? Yun Shen is a woman who does not cherish his clan members and is a hundred times hypocritical? Yun Shen is the most important person in the immortal cloud god, so how could he not know that he would not be treated again? The goddess survived and would have the root of the disease in this life, which would affect this life, or is it that because the goddess said that he would never be a concubine, Yun Shen would wish that his clan life would be worse than death? If so, Yun Shen, you are really... disgusting."
Since he had broken up, Qingge didn't mind sprinkling salt on Yunshui's wounds.
If the demon lotus's fierce scolding made Yun Shuishui angry, then Qingge's sharp words made Yun Shuishui almost lose his mind. He hated the arrogant younger generation in front of him, and wished he could cook the fire and tear it into pieces! (To be continued)