Fu Cang couldn't help laughing, and pulled her sleeves away, the nose and eyes of the dragon princess who couldn't bear the smell of alcohol were all red, with tears glistening, as if she had cried a lot.
He dragged her into the airy gazebo on the top of the mountain: "Stay here."
He walked back and continued to look at the stele. After a long time, Fang finished reciting one side, but felt that there was a figure following him. When he lowered his head, he saw Xuan Yi with an orange in his mouth. the bible.
Fu Cang has been clingy to her for the past few days and lost his temper, so he simply ignored her, walked around to the back and continued to look, after a while, she followed him again, gently grabbed his sleeve, as if afraid that he would run away, Wrapped around in the hand.
Fu Cang couldn't help but sighed softly, and didn't bother to look at the inscription anymore. Seeing that the golden ring in her hair was crooked, he subconsciously straightened her up, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you always use this golden ring?"
Princess Dragon has always loved beauty, and her clothes are almost never the same, except that the only gold ring on her head is always on her head.
Xuan Yi lowered his head to pick at the dark silver thread embroidery on his cuff, and said slowly, "Because it looks good."
Her thick eyelashes were dripping with water, and she spoke in a nasal voice, as if she was acting like a baby. Fu Cang's eyes subconsciously flowed down her cheeks to her fingers. The moiré pattern on his sleeve was almost torn apart by her in the past few days. She must be an expert at pattern embroidery. I don't know who taught her to pull out the dark silver thread.
"Senior Brother Fu Cang." Xuan Yi called him casually, "This time the homework is done, can you stop rushing back?"
Fu Cang was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Why?"
Why did she suddenly change from a spiky princess to a soft and sticky brown candy?
He had countless doubts and vigilance in his heart, but he indulged her dependence so much and allowed her all kinds of sudden closeness, he couldn't stop, but he didn't dare to be too presumptuous.
Xuan Yi said lightly: "Because I still want to stay with you for a while."
She still doesn't want to go back to Zhongshan, which is frozen and buried in snow. She didn't want to leave there once, but now she doesn't want to stay there forever.
Her pale pink slender fingernails are slender on the cuffs, and her fingers are slender. Fu Cang looked at them for a long time, then suddenly reached out and held her two hands in his palms. Hold her hand, as if holding two clouds.
The slender fingers moved hesitantly a few times, and then they clinged softly to his hand.
The soft music and voluptuous dancing around, those laughing voices, and the fragrant smell of alcohol suddenly left very far away. Ever since he met her, there were all kinds of intertwined malice and pleasure, inseparable mutual disgust and attraction, he was vigilant and restrained in every possible way, but he was powerless.
She had pulled him off the platform, into the dust.
Fu Cang rubbed her fingertips with her fingertips, and she hesitated in response, as if she was ticklish, curled her fingers together, and scratched lightly on his palm mischievously, as if scratching his heart again , itchy and crisp.
He held her hand tightly, unable to restrain himself, put it on his lips and kissed it, she suddenly withdrew her hand, Fu Cang leaned over to look at her drooping eyebrows, and slowly brushed away the long hair around her ear with his hand , she dodged slightly, her face flushed, but soon turned pale again.
"...I'm sorry." Fu Cang felt his neck burn up.
Xuan Yi raised his eyelashes, looked at his dark and deep eyes quietly for a moment, then quickly moved away. There was no shyness or anger on her face as he thought, she seemed to be preoccupied, a little puzzled, and she didn't know what to think about, but in the end she continued to lightly pick at the dark lines on his sleeve with her nails.
At this moment, the weird response she gave made him suspicious, and subconsciously stepped back a little. Xuan Yi tightly grasped the sleeve he was trying to stay away from, and suddenly called him in a low voice: "Senior Brother Fu Cang."
Fu Cang stared at her for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse: "I have something to ask you, look up at me."
She seemed to be in a bit of trouble, her eyelashes fluttered for a long time, and finally they were raised again, she only glanced at him, then looked away as if to escape.
Fu Cang frowned slowly, and when he was about to speak, he heard laughter from far and near on the steps of the mountain path. There were chatter and laughter everywhere, but there was a sweet and soft voice that he was familiar with gradually approaching. : "I don't see you for some days, Ah Jiu has grown a lot taller."
His complexion changed slightly, and sure enough, two figures soon came up the steps, wearing black long clothes, and the one with a fiery red orb on his forehead was Shaoyi, and a goddess in green clothes was holding his arm. Unlike other Tianhu clan, she The nine huge white tails behind her are unrestrained, like unpredictable white mist, swaying endlessly behind the skirt - no wonder the husband wants her tail hair.
The four gods suddenly had a face-to-face meeting on the top of the mountain, and they couldn't help being a little dazed. Shaoyi reacted the fastest, showing a wry smile: "Oh, junior brother Fucang, little Niqiu, you are all doing it for the master's homework, aren't you?"
You are right.
Xuan Yi looked at him, and then at the green-clothed goddess next to him, Shao Yi seemed lazy, but in fact he seldom did useless things, her name was Ah Jiu, so the Ninth Princess must be her in all likelihood. Well, they seem to know each other, I'm afraid he will be the first to catch them.
Countless ideas flashed through her mind, and suddenly she moved the rattan chair and floated in front of Shaoyi, and grabbed his sleeve with a smile: "Brother Shaoyi, it's a coincidence to meet here, do you miss me? Let's go over there and have a chat." stop."
She was going to drag him away forcibly, thinking about it, she always felt that her heavy Shaoyi **** could not resist, but the nine princesses next to him blushed when they saw Fu Cangdeng, and stared at him. The nine big tails behind him They all drooped meekly, lowered their heads and said timidly: "This is the God of Helping Cang? I have been famous for a long time, and seeing you today, I really deserve my reputation."
... This is really another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are shining. It seems that the Ninth Princess prefers Fucang to Shaoyi.
Xuan Yi was proud of himself, so he used this face to trick the fox's tail hair.
She moved the rattan chair ~www..com~ intending to give up the gazebo to them, but Fu Cang held the rattan chair so tightly that she couldn't move it. Xuan Yi raised his head in doubt, and met Shang Fucang's cold eyes. His eyes often showed coldness before, but never had the coldness permeated people like now.
"Senior Brother Fu Cang?" She sounded like a mosquito, her face full of astonishment, "Come on, make her happy."
They traveled thousands of miles to Qingqiu in the Southern Desolation. Since she had taken action, she would never return empty-handed, and she would never lose to Qingyang's Shaoyi.
Fu Cang's fingers were tightly stuck in the arm of the rattan chair, and the rattan chair even made a sound of almost shattering. He glanced at Xuan Yi suddenly, let go of his hand suddenly, nodded slightly to Princess Nine, and said in an indifferent and polite voice: " Princess Ninth, please be polite."
Xuanyi couldn't help saying that he was dragging Shaoyi away, but he didn't resist, and followed her down the steps with a half-smile, and looked back to see that Princess Jiu was talking to Fucang with a blushing face, he sighed, and lightly touched Xuanyi's nose. With a light pinch: "You little loach with a bad belly, you wasted three days of my time."
Xuan Yi's face was full of innocence: "It's Princess Jiu who prefers Senior Brother Fu Cang, what does it have to do with me?"
Shaoyi raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at her for a while, then continued to turn his head to look at the two gods in the gazebo, he smiled slightly: "It seems that they are indeed a better match, and they seem to be a match."
Xuan Yi turned his head to look at the gazebo, the mountain wind was blowing up the clothes of the two gods in the pavilion, their hair was flying, the two of them were very close, one green and one white, walking in a dignified and elegant way, really very Good match.
She smiled with a calm expression: "It looks good. Brother Shaoyi, are you angry?"
Shaoyi dragged her rattan chair down the steps and said softly, "Why am I angry? It doesn't matter if Ah Jiu doesn't like me, as long as you like me."