The devil wants to counterattack today

It's not that he's worried about fighting Qionghua, but that he really doesn't need to be beaten now, and when Qionghua slaps down hard, he doesn't want to sleep for ten days and a half months.

After all, he only wants to see Qionghua every day, hear this person's voice, and want to get close to hug and kiss this person.

And he found that since he met Qionghua again, he was more eager to stick to Qionghua's side than before, and he couldn't help wondering if Chu Xi was like this before.

"..."

Qionghua looked at what Mo Chi was thinking through him, and couldn't help but feel bored. She didn't want to stay with Mo Chi any longer. This person could always touch every nerve in his body. It's not good to say.

The blue light that appeared on the fingertips dissipated in an instant, ignoring Mo Chi's grievances, Qionghua walked past him with a cold face and walked directly outside.

Mo Chi came back to his senses, looked at the lonely figure, and followed him consciously, with a smile on his brow and eyes.

Although he has only interacted with Qionghua a few times so far, he has figured out some things.

Even though Qionghua is as cold as ice in a cold cellar now, at certain times it is still the same as before. For example, Qionghua is easy to talk when he expresses his grievances.

"Qiong Hua, I heard that you are going to Wuwang City to catch Zi Ji Xuan Puppet in a few days. I will go with you, okay." Thinking of the purpose of this trip, Mo Chi continued to strike while the iron is hot, "I can help you."

Hearing Mo Chi's words, Qionghua in front of her suddenly stopped, looked back at Mo Chi, and said coldly, "Just you now?"

Mo Chi: "..."

The corners of his mouth froze instantly, and the frightening demon king was questioned. Mo Chi immediately retorted: "I once subdued the Yuan Devouring Beast by myself."

"Essence-devouring beast?" Qionghua frowned without showing any traces. The soul-devouring beast is an extremely evil creature, but it has been sealed in a forbidden place for thousands of years. As for why Mo Chi took the risk to unblock it to catch it , he will not know.

"Well, I have never had a spiritual pet, and don't you think this Yuan Devouring Beast is a good match for the Demon King?" Knowing Qionghua's doubts, Mo Chi made it up without blushing, not intending to tell the truth. he.

If outsiders heard this answer, their jaws would probably drop in shock.

Listening to Mo Chi's reason, Qionghua couldn't help but grow colder: "No matter what, I won't take you with me."

"Hey! Don't be so sure, after seeing this thing, you will definitely take me there."

Just as he was about to take out the things, he saw Luo Qiushui walking towards him. Mo Chi frowned, paused his hands, and put them back.

Why is he here?

Luo Qiushui also noticed Mo Chi who was beside Qionghua, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes while he was puzzled, but he quickly took a deep breath, adjusted his expression and walked towards Qionghua, with a harmless look on his face. A shy smile: "Brother Qionghua, I told you to draw a portrait for you before, and I finished it today, so I want to give it to you."

The watery almond eyes looked expectantly at the indifferent Qionghua, holding the carefully decorated picture scroll with both hands.

As soon as Mo Chi saw the picture scroll in Luo Qiushui's hand, he remembered the few pictures he brought back last time. After thinking about it carefully, he wished he could fly back and burn them all.

Seeing that Qionghua hadn't responded yet, he quickly took the scroll from Luo Qiushui's hand, and unfolded it, looking at Qionghua who was carefully outlined stroke by stroke on the painting, the hand holding the scroll moved again. He tensed a little, but a disgusted voice came out of his mouth: "Draw Qionghua so ugly."

As he spoke, he took one side and made a comparison with Qionghua.

"..."

Luo Qiushui's painting skills are well-known in the heavens, so many people came here to beg him for a painting, but the clumsy-eyed Mo Chi actually mocked him.Having never been hit like this before, Luo Qiushui blushed on the spot, clenched his hands into fists and slowly lowered them to his sides, his eyes were slightly wet but he warned sharply: "Mo Chi, this is heaven. "

Hearing this, Mo Chi put away his playful smile, and stared at Luo Qiushui with deep eyes, until Luo Qiushui was a little apprehensive, and then slowly said, "So what about the heavens."

Looking at Mo Chi who was walking towards him slowly, Luo Qiushui retreated subconsciously. When he smelled the faint and familiar fragrance on Mo Chi's body, he stopped in his footsteps, and jealousy suddenly arose in his eyes.

This is the scent of Holy Spirit Orchids!

Luo Qiushui looked at the arrogant appearance of the man in front of him, and his jealousy burned the last sliver of rationality, and he forgot to pretend for a moment: "If you don't return the painting to my highness today, then don't even think about leaving the heaven intact."

As if hearing a big joke, Mo Chi sneered, and his cold voice was exactly the same as Qionghua's: "Luo Qiushui, don't try to challenge me, otherwise I can't guarantee that I will do something to the emperor's most beloved youngest son." What's the matter?" Mo Chi slowly raised the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he raised his hand, and the scroll was instantly reduced to ashes.

"You!" Luo Qiushui looked at the disappearing scroll with disbelief, his eyes were so red, and he pointed at Mo Chi with his index finger tremblingly, not knowing whether he was angry or frightened.

"What's wrong with me?" Mo Chi took a step forward, his eyes were cold, he covered Luo Qiushui with his fair hand and pointed at his index finger, and said calmly, "I don't like your finger."

Just as he was about to use force, he was separated by a sudden force. Mo Chi took a few steps back and looked at Qionghua angrily.

Seeing Qionghua's attack, Luo Qiushui on the side showed joy in his wet eyes, and just about to take a few steps forward, Mo Chi's long legs lifted him and blocked him between the two.

"Mo Chi, don't mess around."

Qionghua warned with a cold face. Just now when he saw Mo Chi reach out to grab Luo Qiushui's hand, his heart suddenly became depressed, and his action was one step faster than his brain.

It was still a voice without warmth, but Luo Qiushui could hear a trace of connivance. Due to his own strength, he could only grit his teeth secretly, and looked at Qionghua with wet reddish eyes, like a frightened rabbit.

When Mo Chi heard Qionghua call his name, he was overjoyed and turned around to block Luo Qiushui's sight. He shrugged at Qionghua in aggrieved manner, and he was completely different from when he released a strong aura.

"Who told him to paint you so ugly." Qionghua can only be painted by him.

"..."

Qionghua sighed almost inaudibly, said lightly: "Go back." Then she turned and left.

Seeing that Qionghua favored him, Mo Chi was a little surprised, which showed that Qionghua still had a good impression of him subconsciously.

Before leaving, he raised his eyebrows at Qiu Luoshui, who was stupefied, and said in a rare good mood: "In the future, if I find out that you disturbed Qionghua Immortal Venerable's rest because of a trivial matter, it will not be solved with one finger." After speaking, he walked away.

Watching the one white and one black figure gradually disappear from sight, Luo Qiushui, who was frozen in the wind, gritted his teeth bitterly, and said word by word: "Mo, Chi."

As if to chew these two words in his mouth.

The road was unusually quiet, Mo Chi looked at the white figure walking in front, covered his chest lightly, and skillfully took out a bottle from his arms and poured out a few pills, but before he could take it, Qionghua in front of him suddenly stopped When he got down, Mo Chi's hand holding the pill did not move, and slowly hung down, hiding behind him.

Seeing that Mo Chi hadn't followed, Qionghua turned around, but Mo Chi stood still and looked at him quietly.

When she looked at Shang Mochi with a lingering gaze, something seemed to overflow in her heart, and Qionghua felt a little panic at this strange feeling.

The two of them didn't speak. Mo Chi enjoyed the moment of staring at each other. He didn't hear the faint words until the temperature around him gradually dropped.

"thing."

It was because of what Mo Chi said that he asked Mo Chi to follow.

Mo Chi immediately understood, and the smile in his eyes grew wider. He took out the Chiyue hidden at his waist, put it on with both hands, and said with a smile, "Immortal Qionghua, your Chiyue."

The slightly cool fingertips slid across the palm of his hand, scratching Mo Chi a little distracted.

Qionghua's icy eyes were covered by long eyelashes. He looked down at the jade flute. The quiet moonlight shone on his jade-like face, making him extraordinarily soft. Moving down his gaze, he saw the jade flute. With thin lips, Mo Chi's mind fluttered slightly, and his throat slid up and down unnaturally. Just as he was about to get closer, he heard Qionghua's cold voice.

"mine?"

The fluttering mood was pulled back, and Mo Chi responded with a slightly red cheek.

"Red Moon."

Looking at the bloody jade flute, Qionghua fell into deep thought. He had never been to an extremely cold place, but Mochi said it belonged to him, and why all the things about him that were made out of nothing were in Mochi.

Qionghua tried to look for clues through Mo Chi's expression, but when she saw Mo Chi's hot eyes and the two red clouds floating on his fair face, she felt her eyes burning, and just as she was about to look back, she heard Mo Chi slightly A voice of anticipation.

"Can I play a song?"

Qionghua was slightly stunned, slightly nodding her head in a strange way, her slender fingers covered the red moon, and the singing sound floated from the joint, subtle and long, but mixed with a trace of loneliness, her cold and noble eyebrows gradually coincided with Chu Xi's back then.

Mo Chi's lips trembled slightly, he was very familiar with this piece, it was taught to Chu Xi by him back then.

At the end of the song, even Qionghua was stunned, when would he compose this song?

At this time, Mo Chi said the same words as Chu Xi did back then.

"Can I kiss you?"

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