Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

At first, the wolf only chased him, then became angry, screamed, clawed to attack him, but the lighter the way he was, he didn't seem to have done all he could.

”“ The dragon is not divorced, "he said, staring at her.

The emperor's name was also omitted.

“What's going on? ”

At this point, the man flipped over and saw clearly, "Chasan? ”

Her words were unfinished. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on Liulin's slope and attacked the wolf. She was shocked. The night rolled over the cold light. The man had a soldier's blade.

Little wolf shouted, it just flew happily, and now the situation has changed. He screamed his hands and feet to hide. He looked at the man's sword stab on his chest, and he stood up in shock, but taught the man to hold his body.

By the time he saw it again, the wolf seemed to have avoided the attack, whispered, it flattened its wings and flew towards Liulin. That speed was several times faster than what he had seen on the day in the Kirin. Chasan and the black man looked at each other, and were not lazy, and immediately carried out light work and chased to the depths of Liulin.

Xuan Xiufuding, but a little aware of the intention of the dragon, asked: “Who else is there? ”

“Fresh wind.” Look at her sit tight, Long Fei let go of her hand.

Xiaoxiao was slightly strange, "What did Chasan use to lure it here? ”

“Zisu. ”

She was warm in her heart, "Thank you, little wolf. It's been such a pleasant time, I forgot my worries. ”

“What are you thanking me for? If it cannot escape the attack of the breeze, it will be killed by the wind.” Dragons are not off-duty.

His tone was relaxed and cool, as if it were the most natural thing to do.

Xuan could not tell the truth of his words. When his heart shook, the top of the pavilion slipped and her body slipped down. She was shocked, but her waist spun and held.

Warm palms… for a moment, she was held in the arms of a man.

Her lips, slanted over his face.

She panicked, looked up instantly, and saw herself in his deep eyes, that glowing light, a little sharp, a little cold, yet seemed to contain a little unknown heat.

The sky is a series of silver moons bent and shadowy on the lake.

In his eyes, she was lightly dressed, with a slight flap open, long, unbroken hair and scattered.

He trimmed his strong hand and held her back tight.

Not asking if it's worth… going through the millennium, but it seems more than a millennium.

The moon-colored Cold Palace Wall Willow, the dome above the head shifts stars, and the hours change.

This kind of scenario seems to have happened a long time ago.

In front of him, it seemed like there was a little water and smoke. In the palace, who was wearing purple clothes, with a light strand of tassels on his waist, the white jade had an engine with a palace lamp, tears on his face, and his gaze was at the end. The indifferent man on the great shore carried another woman further and further away.

The two who walked away looked at each other and laughed at each other, so bright ——

Who's the sad voice saying, Zisu, if there's a regeneration, don't love again... because he'll never love you.

The illusion flashed away and the cheeks frozen.

Tears slipped down, but long fingers clasped over them.

She glanced at the dragon, his eyes darkened.

“Don't you want me to touch you?” His lips were separated from hers, and his voice was indistinguishably low and coarse.

She grinned, staring back at him, “Who wouldn't? ”

This time, she can finally be sure who started the move.

The wind curled her hair, her clothes were thin and a little cold, and she couldn't help but shrink into his arms.

Dragon Fei reached for her forehead and softly said: "Go back. ”

“Will you stay a little longer? ”

“You're sick. ”

“It doesn't bother me, I'm sick anyway.” She smiled softly, "Long Fei divorced. Have you heard that story? ”

“What story?” He took off his robe and put it on her.

She stretched out her hand to bullshit.

Dragon is not frowning, “What are you doing? ”

“I'm sick all the time, don't bother, put it on yourself. Two people are sick together, not good value. ”

His chest shook slightly.

She was curious, "What are you laughing at? ”

“Tell me that story.” The dragon did not leave the faint path, but only put her messy robe back on her cover.

That joke, I've heard it many times, I wonder if Xi Liang has such a similar story?

“It rained, and the pedestrians rushed off to shelter from the rain. Otherwise, they walked slowly.” They asked her why, and she said it was raining in front of her.

The dragon did not laugh away from the eyebrows.

“This guy's stupid, isn't he? Doesn't that mean he's a little idle?” She snuggled a little tighter in his arms, "Long Fei, are you... tired? ”

He was supposed to hold her hand tighter, slightly resting on her shoulder.

“I am not tired. ”

“Has Chasan been with you for a long time? ”

“Hmm.” He seemed a little used to her provocative thinking when he didn't get along much.

“They're the ones you can rest assured of. So at least you can take a little break when you're tired, because these people are here. ”

“Well, that's good.” She thought about it and added.

If he didn't say anything, she stopped talking and wasn't too scared.

He suddenly snapped his chin on top of her hair, and although she didn't know what he was thinking, it felt warm.

She was dizzy and she sucked on her nose and could even hear her own strong nose.

“Go back.” His voice was very light.

“Just a little more, okay? ”

“Give me a reason. ”

“One period for a while.” She thought about it, "she said.

“For a while?” His eyes swept through her.

She smiled softly, that's Japanese tea ceremony.

“Once in a lifetime, there are things, only once in a lifetime, two people may still sit together for tea today, and after tomorrow, there may be no possibility of reunion. In the tea meditation, it is said that a period of time, a rare aspect, the world cherishes. ”

Long Fei didn't talk, Xuan suddenly had a slight smile in his heart, the note left in the tea tray, he was thinking she was willing to test it.

For a long time, he whispered, “You seem to have a lot of weird things in your head. ”

“That 's--” she explained.

“Your husband taught.” He interrupted her.

Smile, “Your Majesty is wise. ”

He lifted her up and jumped off the pavilion.

She was slightly disappointed, but heard him say, "This tea craftsmanship progresses every day. ”

She was stunned, sweet in her heart, and she couldn't understand what he meant. She thought about it and asked, "That Qiu Xuan's page still goes to Storage Hall to deliver tea, okay? ”

“Very good.” The dragon is not off track: “I just heard that Jane's illness is not bad. ”

The clown's eyes were filled with laughter, "It'll be all right soon. ”

She's sick. Does he care?

But she didn't have the strength to ask.

He wrapped her in an outer robe, held her in his arms and leaped between the roof branches.

She curled herself in his arms. She was greedy to stay with him for a while. Now she is calm, she has a cracked headache, and she feels very sad when her body is cold.

Surely, the romance of moonlight on the roof comes at a price.

Close your eyes and wrap your hands around his waist.

He touched her forehead and stepped up.

But after a few long leaps, he stopped again, and Xuan opened his eyes slightly, and the dragon was not separated from the ground.

She was about to ask him that his voice had sounded in his ear, with a hidden scorch.

“Can you stand on your own? ”

“Yes.”

He put her against the nearest trunk, and the cuckoo against the tree, just a dozen meters of moonlight starlight, to know that they were not out of the willow grove.

She has doubts, Dragon Fit. What is this?

A faint fire brightened ahead.