Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

In recent days, the Xingyue Shenjun of the Xingyue Temple has had a lot of troubles, and the reason is because of the woman she brought back from the battlefield of gods and demons.

The other party claimed to be her lover, but she had no impression of this matter. Facing the hopeful and disappointed eyes of the other party, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

However, although she was puzzled in her heart, she did not completely disbelieve Shen Qingwei's words. After all, the Moon Mirror she got from Shen Qingwei did endure Shen Qingwei as her master, and this artifact was originally her companion spirit weapon. With [-]% permission and consent, it is absolutely impossible to recognize another person as the master.

What's more, she was not completely untouched by Shen Qingwei.

So Shen Qingwei stayed in the Xingyue Temple like this.

She adapted faster than Zhao Xingyue. After the loss and sadness at the beginning, she quickly adjusted her mentality.

After all, to her, as long as Zhao Xingyue is alive, whether she remembers her or not is actually not that important.

They had been separated for thousands of years, as long as she could see Zhao Xingyue living well from a distance, she would be very satisfied.

Probably because she gained too little and lost too much before, so even if it is just a feather in her palm, it is still enough to make her feel gratified.

Whether it is in the God Realm or the Immortal Realm, the Xingyue Temple is always deserted and deserted. Except for Zhao Xingyue, there is no one else. The servants and servants in the temple are all created by illusion. No heart.

After obtaining Zhao Xingyue's permission, Shen Qingwei quickly took care of the flowers and plants into her hands.

Xingyue Shenjun, who occupies the whole world, has no special hobbies for flowers and plants, but it does not prevent her from standing high on the tower with her arms folded, watching Shen Qingwei use her power to control the vines to climb up the wall of Xingyue Temple, Purple and yellow flower buds appear one after another among the cyan vines.

I don't know what method Shen Qingwei used. Under the moonlight, these flowers exude a faint fluorescent light, and the whole palace is decorated with fluorescent light, like a dream.

As the owner of the Xingyue Temple without sunlight, Zhao Xingyue never cared about the scenery, but when the flowers bloomed and the woman who tended the flowers and plants turned her head and smiled at her, her eyes flickered indistinctly.

Just as a smile appeared on the corner of her lips involuntarily, the woman standing there suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Xingyue's complexion changed slightly, she closed her eyes and let go of her consciousness, but she couldn't detect any traces of the other party within the Xingyue Temple.

She jumped down from the tower and landed next to the flower bed where Shen Qingwei was standing before she disappeared, only to find that there was an extra weed on the ground at some point, swaying gently under the majestic blowing.

She stretched out her hand, and the soft leaves of weed grass came over and rubbed against her palm.

Zhao Xingyue's eyes widened in disbelief, "Shen Qingwei?"

The two leaves of Wei Cao gently held her fingers, groped a few times, and it was an answer.

"It turns out that you are really the creature in the mirror in the moon." Shenjun's eyes were surprised and cautious, "You are so small."

When she was face to face with a real person, she inevitably felt a little awkward in her heart, but now that she was facing a plant, she didn't have so many shackles.

"Why do you suddenly want to turn into a prototype—"

Shenjun didn't finish her sentence, because she already knew the reason why Shen Qingwei suddenly turned into a prototype.

The bulging flower buds on the vines, the moment she raised her head and looked around, as if she had received some instructions, they bloomed one after another, and the fireflies hidden in the flower buds flew out, lingering around Zhao Xingyue's side.

The green dots of light kept flickering. After living for so many years, this was the first time Xingyue Shenjun received such a surprise. A smile broke out on his face involuntarily.

Xingyue Shenjun, who lost two parts of his soul, lost a little bit of calmness and a little bit more of a child's heart.

This kind of Xingyue Shenjun, compared to the mature and stable Zhao Xingyue in the reincarnation, is closer to Shen Qingwei's first transformation, the Xingyue Shenjun who would sit next to Wei Cao for a whole day just because she felt a little fluctuation from her.

Speaking of which, although Zhao Xingyue is not young and has experienced many things, her temperament has always been very simple.

Shen Qingwei has never known about her experience in the God Realm, but the Zhao Xingyue she met at the beginning, she likes it or hates it, and she is quite straightforward.

It is completely impossible to imagine that one day she will sit high on the temple and play with the world in applause.

But the current Zhao Xingyue undoubtedly made Shen Qingwei feel a little pity for a child.

It's not that she doesn't like the mature and stable Zhao Xingyue who holds everything in her palm, but compared to this Zhao Xingyue, she hopes that she can be as carefree and trouble-free as she is now.

You don't have to calculate anything, and you don't have to worry about being calculated, you can live your own life freely.

"Like it?"

As soon as Zhao Xingyue turned her head, she saw Shen Qingwei who had turned into a human form, kneeling and sitting beside her, looking at her expectantly.

She wanted to hold back the smile on her face and make a cold appearance again, but it was difficult——

Shen Qingwei had discovered this a long time ago. Compared with the Zhao Xingyue she knew, the indifference of the Xingyue Shenjun at this time was just an illusion created by no one communicating with her all the year round.

Zhao Xingyue pursed her lips, obviously she couldn't take her eyes off these twinkling fireflies, but she said seriously, "I'm not in a bad mood."

She stood up, patted the non-existent dust on her body, deliberately turned her attention away from these scenes, and looked at Shen Qingwei, "If you want anything, you can tell me."

The corners of Shen Qingwei's lips curled up involuntarily.

"Your Highness, can you accompany me to the Mortal Realm?"

……

The Xingyue God Lord who lives alone obviously has never visited the mortal world.

Walking among the crowd, her body was quite stiff, and her whole body was involuntarily exuding air-conditioning, but curiosity radiated from her obsidian-like eyes.

At this time, the atmosphere in the mortal world is still open, and women can also go to the streets, but considering Zhao Xingyue's identity, Shen Qingwei dressed her up as a man. Although countless eyes will also fall on her, she is much less as a woman. Unclean gaze from time to time.

She herself wore the clothes of a mortal woman, held Zhao Xingyue's arm, and pretended to be his wife.

In the market, crowds come and go, and it is very lively.

The doors of all kinds of shops are wide open to welcome visitors from all over the world. Countless smiling men and women are crowding shoulder to shoulder.

"I heard them say that the steamed stuffed buns in that shop are very delicious. Do you want to try it, Your Highness?"

Seeing the longing look in Zhao Xingyue's eyes, Shen Qingwei smiled, "There are too many people over there, can your Highness wait for me here for a while?"

Zhao Xingyue nodded reservedly, agreeing to her departure.

After quickly buying two buns, Shen Qingwei turned her head and saw what Zhao Xingyue was doing, and couldn't help laughing.

The solemn Lord Xingyue was currently holding a rattle, enjoying himself.

The man she pretended to be was handsome, holding a rattle to form a strong contrast. The old lady who sold the rattle covered her mouth and kept laughing, but the people who saw the joke didn't realize it at all.

Before she had time to walk over, a woman with a child in her arms walked up to the aunt's stall. The baby, who was less than one year old, was instantly caught by the rattle rattle in Zhao Xingyue's hands. He tilted his head and kept staring at the snare drum.

Zhao Xingyue held the rattle in front of the child, turned her wrist, and two small stones hit the drum surface, making a crisp sound.

The baby giggled and stretched out her hand to grab it, but Zhao Xingyue dodged instinctively, put her hands behind her back, and said solemnly: "This is mine, I can't give it to you."

The milk doll was stunned, seeing that the rattle disappeared, she pursed her mouth, and suddenly cried out with a wow.

Shen Qingwei swears that she saw unprecedented bewilderment on the face of the omnipotent Xingyue God.

The next moment, she met Zhao Xingyue's eyes asking for help.

Enough of the excitement, she walked over briskly, and with the cooperation of the smiling mother, coaxed the suddenly crying child, and paid Zhao Xingyue for the rattle.

"Give it to you."

The mother holding the child left with a smile on her face. Shen Qingwei stared at the rattle stretched out in front of her eyes, and suddenly froze.

"Give it to me?"

The old lady who was watching the play cast her eyes ambiguously on Shen Qingwei's flat belly, "Little lady, your husband-in-law treats you very well. The child hasn't come out yet, so I'm thinking about buying toys first."

Realizing that the old lady had misunderstood something, Shen Qingwei's face flushed immediately, and because Zhao Xingyue didn't understand anything, she held up a rattle and insisted on giving this gift—even though it was still paid for by Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei blushed, took the rattle and dragged Zhao Xingyue to another place.

"Do you not like it?"

Zhao Xingyue was puzzled by her reaction.

"No, I like it very much." Zhao Xingyue never gave Shen Qingwei anything she didn't like, "I just don't understand why you suddenly thought of giving me this."

"Because I like it, I want to give it to you."

Shen Qingwei, who was already very familiar with this Zhao Xingyue, naturally understood the unfinished meaning in Zhao Xingyue's words.

——I want to give you something I like.

The corners of Shen Qingwei's lips involuntarily widened.

Until walking around, Zhao Xingyue suddenly had a hairpin thrown down from upstairs in Zhao Xingyue's arms.

Zhao Xingyue looked up, and the woman who threw the hairpin blushed and hid behind the window, leaving only two servant girls looking at her with playful smiles.

She looked at Shen Qingwei puzzled, "Why did she hit me with this?"

Shen Qingwei took a breath and suppressed the anger in her heart.

"...I smashed you because she likes you and wants to be your wife."

Zhao Xingyue held the hairpin thoughtfully: "So that's how it is."

After finishing speaking, she threw up the hairpin in her hand, and the light hairpin fell into her hand, and was thrown back easily.

She said loudly: "I'm sorry, I already have a wife, so I can't accept your flowers."