Xiaoxiao

Qin Xiao ignored him, just covered her chest with her hands, and slowed down.The cold silver pupils were as clear as water, but there was an unnecessary chill for no reason.Under the thin sun, that cold person was as pale as snow, and a few spots of bright red instantly splashed into Mo Ling's mouth.

It was thick and bitter, bitter to the bottom of my heart, secretly hating which bastard hurt him so badly.Mo Ling hurriedly went to help his swaying body, but could only say coldly, "No need!"

"But your injury..."

"It has nothing to do with you." With an alienated and indifferent tone, anyone who heard it was a little disappointed.His eyes wandered and met Qin Xiao's sight, and they looked at each other. There was no thunderbolt-like sparks of calcium carbide, but a diffused clearness and coldness.

Mo Ling gritted her teeth, pretending not to mind, her smiling and sighing face gradually lost expression.Turning around in a hurry, turning around in a hurry, like a gust of wind, quickly covered Qin Xiao's thin lips.The breathing is intertwined, the eyes are intertwined, and even the spring breeze is dyed with affection, as if it is about to blow away the colorful.

With a clear slap in the face, half of his face turned red, and he stubbornly grabbed Qin Xiao's arm, regardless of the pain. Pure sweetness, infatuated drunkenness.

Qin Xiao didn't speak, she pursed her lips, and spread her lips weakly on Mo Ling's chest, letting him manipulate her.The scorching body temperature came from Mo Ling's chest, seeming to melt away his coldness bit by bit.Looking at the clear and thin river, one bank has a long style, and the other bank willows.In the shadow of the wave light is a peace of mind that is willing to chase Junhua and follow you for thousands of miles.

It's night, Cuiyu bead curtain, a cunning moon.Qin Xiao stood under the corridor, stroking her lips with two fingers, recalling that soft and fragrant kiss.The aroma is swept into the heart along with the diffuse smoke, whoever caught someone's eyes, and who disturbed whose heart.The silver thread like a waterfall swayed into a pool of clear blue, and who's appearance was shattered "It's you!"

"Why not me?" The warm chest covered Qin Xiao's cold back again, her sharp chin rested on his shoulder, and her pretty face seemed to be pressed against his.Lowering her voice, with a bit of magnetism, "The spring is cold, be careful if you get caught in the wind and cold again." He took off his blue clothes, which were as blue as a vast sea, and carefully put them on Qin Xiao's body.

It turned out that being remembered was so heart-warming, and he didn't refuse, he bit his lip lightly, what was he thinking for a moment.Throwing away the blue clothes with icy cold hands, they inadvertently touched Mo Ling's fingertips, which seemed to be glued together, stopped in mid-air, and stood in a stalemate.

The evening wind blows away the bright moon in the water, blows away the residual red of the branches, and a strong fragrance disperses on the fingertips, as fine as a spring breeze.

It was more like something was jumping in his chest. He frantically put away his cold gaze, "You wish to stay and no one will stop you." The corridor full of fragrant souls with his hands behind his back, he couldn't remember when he said he wanted to stay. , could it be that he wants him to do this?

A cold person is silent, but he is the easiest to be moved by the kindness others give him. If you give him affection, he will return your kindness.

The treacherous Shangxian in the past put all the blame for hurting innocent people on Qin Xiao, Jun Xi was dissatisfied, and stepped forward, "Why don't you complain with me? Are you afraid because I am the nephew of the Emperor of Heaven?" Therefore, Jun Xi took all the punishments quite responsibly.

Actually, Qin Xiao wasn't to blame for this matter at all, but to blame the old immortals who were eager for merit.The people's villages were flooded by the flood, and they couldn't get credit, so they came to find a scapegoat. Anyone who understands can see clearly.

In the far east, there is a ray of dawn, and gradually a warm sun.The person who is as tender as water, smiled flatteringly and showed surprise, imitating the tone of a little maid, "Master, do you want to change clothes?"

Qin Xiao didn't look at him and ignored him. She swung her long sleeves and turned away from Qiao Xiao's face, "Yingzhou, do you want to go with me?" Going, it's unbelievable, but I have to believe it, I nodded suddenly, "I'll go."

The towering fairy mountain towers high into the sky, amidst the illusory reality, there is a glazed hall covered in smoke.After climbing the ladder, you can see the graceful flower branches covering a thick shade, and beside your ears, Mo Ling complains that she can't move, "Qin Xiao, please slow down." The light pink petals shyly bloom behind Mo Ling. When did the flower branch that was picked up come to Qin Xiao's eyes in the blink of an eye, "Send it to you!"

Unexpectedly suddenly, the pair of phoenix pupils were stunned, and there was a faint layer of soft light, but it was extremely faint.If you don't pay attention, you will pass away with the wind.Wanting to leave with a flick of his sleeves, he accidentally knocked off the flower branch in Mo Ling's hand, wanted to say that he didn't mean it, but his insincere words were drowned in a cold hum.

"I was not careful." There was an emotion of unknown meaning hidden behind the smile, and he chased after resentfully. Two similar figures kept approaching along the winding path.

A piece of flute carved from ancient precious jade, condenses the energy of heaven and earth, the splendor of the sun and the moon.Recover the aura of mountains and rivers, the spirit of wind, frost, snow and rain.Holding it in your hand is like living, and you can speak.How it used to be, what it was like in the past, it is very touching.

If it wasn't for Xuanyin's insidiousness and cunning, if he caught Junxi's liking for carp spirits, they wouldn't have to part with each other and go through the suffering of the six realms of reincarnation.Looking at the increasingly declining Yingzhou, it is hard to tell whether it is God's will or good fortune, why it is difficult for lovers to get married.

Mo Ling was stunned, the Qin Xiao he saw today was no longer as cold as the immortals said, he could not see through the world of mortals, he could not get rid of the mundane world, even a heartless person has a compassionate and affectionate side.

Heart surge, hard to control.Turning her head sideways to Qin Xiao's cheek, she clearly saw a few flower shadows falling lightly.As you walk closer, you can see more clearly, as if the ice and snow are slowly melting.The light touch of the lips was faster than lightning.The liking pent up in his throat was clearly pronounced word by word.

Looking at the corner of his eyes, there seems to be a cold light, and the tenderness for a moment is like a dream, and it is blown away by the wind.At another glance, except for the ice and snow, it is the indifference of thousands of miles.With a bit of anger in her eyes, Qin Xiao tightly grabbed Mo Ling's wrist, she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back after seeing his smiling face.

The spring breeze is thousands of miles away, thousands of miles away, blowing away the fragrance everywhere.That cluster of flowers is gorgeous and fragrant, and the pool of water is clear and green.

He looks like a seductive man with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes.Thin lips, light as water, crystal clear.No noise, no noise, sitting on the stone steps in front of the court.

Looking at affectionately, there are endless tears of lovesickness, and a slight smile, and there are endless spring willows and spring flowers.

"Is he the reincarnation of the carp spirit?" Mo Ling squeezed her chin with great interest, took a deep look, took a shallow look, and didn't dare to look carefully, afraid that Qin Xiao beside her would misunderstand his thoughts "No wonder Jun Xining abandoned him for him The fairy bone is really a beauty."

Qin Xiao didn't want to pay attention, and just cast a glance at Mo Ling. A person with a destiny to be romantic is only good at beauty, and he doesn't know a little about love.The liking he said always lacked a little sincerity, thinking about it, feeling uneasy.

Waving Yunyan, the white jade flute was gently placed in Chu Li's palm, and in the haze, a silver shadow stepped on thousands of flying flowers.When the fog dissipated, only auspicious clouds were left in the sky.

A few spring thunders sounded at night, and the drizzle fell densely for the whole night.Mo Ling waited outside Qin Xiao's door for half an hour before the cold body passed by, "Where are you going?"

"It's not your turn!" Han Xin blurted out, as if the feelings that accompanied her for a few days were all gone.Taking a step forward, grabbing Qin Xiao's sleeve that was dragged to the ground, and said in a low voice, "Where did I offend you?" She was dressed in aqua blue brocade clothes to blend into the clear blue sky after the new rain.

"No." Shutting his eyes slightly, he smelled the fresh air mixed with the smell of flowers, plants and soil, "Then why do you treat me so far away?" The other hand grabbed Qin Xiao's shoulder and arm, and pushed him slightly under him.Looking down at Qin Xiao's Bingtong who suddenly opened angrily, she couldn't help but regret her impatience caused by not being thought about. The silky black hair was also dripping with crystal clear dew.

Stand up hastily, leave hastily.A certain person put on a cold face, staring at her with indescribable nostalgia, why is his face so hot?

In the western suburbs of the city, close to mountains and rivers, there is a large restaurant, and opposite is an elegant school.Mo Ling asked the shopkeeper here, why he didn't choose a better location in the city, not only with more people and customers, but also to make a name for himself.The shopkeeper had a relaxed face, "It's not for money, it's for fun." He listened to Yingge Yanyan and read books loudly.

Mo Ling smiled and took a seat by the window.Occasionally, in the school, the young master was bullied by naughty children and wanted to cry without tears. He couldn't help frowning, he was too weak.It's not like the gentleman who taught him talents at the beginning, who was disobedient and would be beaten by dozens of boards, the pain was so painful that his memory grew, and he would never dare to do it again next time.

Speaking of pain, he actually felt a little heartache, did Qin Xiao never look at him directly from the beginning to the end.In just a few days, it was impossible to talk about making Qin Xiao fall in love with him for a long time, but he fell in love with Qin Xiao's cold temperament very disappointingly.If he talked to Li Huan, he would definitely ridicule him for living a carefree life and find fault with himself.

The sky gradually became cloudy, and soon there was a misty rain.As quiet as the wind, as ethereal as dust, it falls on the turquoise oil-paper umbrella.When I got closer, I saw a plum blossom surrounded by the umbrella. It was not the Lingshuang and Aoxue described by the poet, but lying drunk in the spring breeze and listening to the drizzle.

The boy holding the umbrella is tall and tall, wearing a lavender long dress, and every step of the way gets drunk into Mo Ling's eyes, how could it be him?

The soft smiling face blushed with white and green peach blossoms, so amazing that people couldn't tell whether it was real or not.Holding the wine in his arms, intoxicated by the east wind, but that touch of beauty that he has never seen before does not belong to him.

Seeing Qin Xiao who was smiling softly outside the door, the young master blushed and stammered, "Master Xiao, wait a minute." He hurriedly dispatched the students and led Qin Xiao into the restaurant.

Near the window, the peach blossoms reflected the human face, a pair of jealous eyes that were about to bleed, the eyes moved around, and the sight of Qin Xiao was still piercingly cold.Why can't you give him a thousandth of a little tenderness, don't you also show tenderness!

Mo Ling was extremely disappointed and picked off the few peach blossoms that protruded into the window, tearing off their bright red color one by one.Some fell into the cup, and some flew farther and farther with the wind.Taking a sip of bamboo leaf green wine, "Flowers are intentional, but water is ruthless! Isn't your heart cold?"

The young master looked at Mo Ling suspiciously, who was he talking to, then turned his back to him.Mo Ling was taken aback at first, knocking on the table and leaning back laughing.After being gouged out coldly by Qin Xiao, she got up and walked behind the young master, and took off a painting on rice paper, "Master is a turtle."

The young master thanked him embarrassingly, and silently tucked the calligraphy and painting into his sleeve, and regained his composure, Mo Ling sat down beside him in embarrassment.Pulling him down a glass of wine, "I'm in love with you, I don't know your son's name!" Yu Guang glanced at Qin Xiao frequently, seeing the coldness in his eyes, he was in a good mood.

"Yuyang, Han Yuyang." The young master replied bluntly, and Mo Ling poured him another drink after half-pushing, "What's the young master's name?"

"I don't have a good memory. Ask Mr. Xiao on the opposite side if he knows my name." Looking at him with a smile, he hooked Han Yuyang's shoulder with one hand and jokingly said, "Mr. Han, do you like Xiao Xiao?" Son!"

"Yes." Han Yuyang realized that he had said something wrong, buried his head deeply, his face burned up to his neck, and quickly shook his head and explained, "Ah no, isn't it?" Seeing it, it was quite funny.

"Do you like it or not?" Mo Ling pressed aggressively, insisting that Han Yuyang utter many words of no confidence one after another before picking up the wine jar and drinking it chicly "It's best if you don't like it, then don't forget about yourself what was said."

The wine jar was stuffed into Han Yuyang's arms, and he put his cynical face directly in front of Qin Xiao, "Did you hear that, he said he doesn't like you." leave.

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