The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 977 Final chapter: Breaking the glass cup, burning a dream

  The little fox thought of the human world she had seen in the storybooks in recent days. There was a set of rhetoric in it.

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  Qi'an is not a vegetarian after all, even though he lost his memory, Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Fox's true nature became more and more apparent, and he snatched the sachet back with extreme strength.

  Qi Lou shrugged, he just wanted to take the opportunity to bully this little fox, who knew she insisted on this sachet.

  This sachet looked familiar, and he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

  Another big event caught his attention right now.

   Qi'an forgot about him...

  Go back to Jiuchongshan, Shenkaku.

  The mountains stretch for 90,000 miles, covered with mountains and clouds.

  Peach blossoms are in full bloom for ten miles, and the breeze is blowing, and the petals are falling all over the ground. It is suitable for IKEA, and its flowers are shining.

  Beauty is beauty, but too cold.

  The little fox came back on tiptoe, deliberately hid the sachet well, even stepped on the ground with its furry paws, and put it down very lightly, leaving dots of plum blossom marks.

   After all, Rong Yu strictly forbids her to go down the mountain for half a step. Although she didn't walk out of the mountain on purpose this time, she still has a guilty conscience.

  I just hope he never notices.

  Of course, such thoughts were quickly shattered—

  Under the peach blossom tree, the ground is full of scandal.

  He is sitting in front of the guqin, his white clothes are like snow, a few peach petals of flowers as far as tumulus are falling from the hem of his clothes, his black hair, his back is indifferent and empty, unreachable.

   "Where did you go?"

  He stopped plucking the strings and asked her.

   It's terrible.

   Qi'an lowered his little head pitifully, dragging his fluffy and soft tail on the ground, jumping into his arms flatteringly, hesitating: "I'll go down the mountain...Go down the mountain and have a look."

  The sudden temperature rise in his arms made Rong Yu pause for a moment, it was too much to regain, he lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes like crow feathers swept down, and finally said: "This is not an example."

   Qi An breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that acting like a baby is still useful.

  Rong Yu said: "Come see me at night."

   Qi An's face fell down: "Can I not take a medicinal bath?"

   Of course what I got was rejection.

   Qi'an didn't understand where the injuries all over her body came from, but every time he warmed her soul for her, it was very comfortable, but the bitterness of the medicinal bath made the fox a little unbearable.

  But the other party's body was tainted with the smell of medicated baths, bitterness, keeping the precepts, which is actually another kind of good smell.

   Faintly seductive.

  The little fox tilted his head: "Can you accompany me?"

  Rong Yu glanced at her: "Make it yourself."

  Gods will always look like young people, immortal, immortal, immortal, eternal in all things in the world, unchanged for thousands of years.

  Qi'an occasionally wonders, in this long years with no end in sight, the galaxy has turned countless times, the sun and the moon have reincarnated, and he is used to seeing joys and sorrows, will he feel lonely?

   Probably not.

  His temper is too much.

  What can there be, dare to leave a touch of color in the life of the gods.

  Teach him that he will never forget his life and death, and his mind is hard to calm down.

   The day the glazed cup was broken was actually an accident.

   Qi'an read books as usual, cultivated immortals, chatted with flower elves, pulled weeds and watered them, but he didn't expect that there was a place on the mountain that he had never been to.

   This place is really too hidden, at the end of the peach grove, above the high tower, covered by low white clouds and thick fog, so she never found it.

  The locked gate is very simple.

   Qi An looked at it for a long time, and always felt as if he was summoned by something, and his heart was about to move.

  She accidentally opened the door.

  The tower has forbidden techniques and cannot be entered.

  Nine-tailed Fox's eyebrows showed a mark of blood and tears, and when she came to her senses, she had already entered the tower.

   As for how it got in? She had no impression at all.

  The tower has ninety-nine and eighty-one floors.

  She walked up the old stairs, already covered with a light layer of dust, needles could be heard around her, and her footsteps became the only source of sound.

   Until the eighty-first floor.

   Qi'an looked puzzled at the void dotted with stars, and a lamp was enshrined on the most central astrolabe.

  The candlelight was a strange blue, like the color grown from a glacier.

   Bright and extinguished, very weak.

   Being blown by the wind.

  Qi'an felt the guidance of fate, and approached the glass cup step by step, his consciousness was blank.

   In a trance, it seemed to hear a long sigh.

Under the starry sky, the nine-tailed fox raised its front paws, stood up with a snow-white figure, and rested on the edge of the altar, the fox ears were clear and soft, and a cluster of blue flames reflected in her amber eyes, smudged with piety s color.

  Many pictures are chaotic and flood into my mind.

   It seems to be on Jiuchong Mountain, the cold moon is in the sky, and the peach blossoms are lightly raining.

  In the room, half of the fragments of scrolls are unfinished, and the absurd things can't be finished.

Looking for a faint light, I saw the **** leaning on the head of the bed, with his eyes closed, in the blur, that white robe was like snow, unattainable, with compassionate but indifferent eyes, different from the impartial law enforcement in the past, with fragile eyes hanging from the end of his eyes. The crimson color makes one's heart throbbing.

   His face was paler than she had ever seen it before.

  The wind was blowing, the candle was shaking, someone slowly approached him, shaking his head and kissing his lips.

  Breathing intertwined.

   Qi An's heart skipped a beat, but he couldn't see what that person looked like.

  How dare... How dare you blaspheme? !

   Whose tears fall.

  She heard someone reading.

   "Master..."

   pregnant with farewell.

  Nine tails, broken inch by inch.

  The screen changed, and thousands of people pointed at him. Countless figures, faceless, held a long sword and aimed at a person.

   "Bang!", the sharp and ear-piercing sound woke up Qi An from the dream.

  She opened her eyes and saw the glass cup knocked down on the ground, the blue flame became weaker and weaker, and at the same time she felt a stabbing pain, as if someone was tearing her soul apart.

   "It hurts..."

   "It hurts..."

  That night, Qi An had a high fever, the fever was so bad that it actually catalyzed the human form.

  At that time, Rong Yu was taking care of her, and she happened to be in the arms of the gods, showing the most naked appearance.

  A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, curled up, trembling, black hair intertwined with snowy back, teardrops, flushed face, natural charm, deadly innocence and charm intertwined to reveal the **** of a fox's nature, in the confused night.

  She cried and told him it hurt.

  Rong Yu paused for a moment, wrapped her up in a quilt, and said with some emotion: "Don't cry."

  His voice was low and low.

  Later, Qi An was confused by fever, opened her eyes and saw a white silhouette blurry, she couldn't tell it was the obsession of several lifetimes, she shouted hoarsely: "Master..."

  The girl tried her best to prop up her body, and her soft, boneless fingers touched his lips.

  It turns out that God’s body temperature is also cold.

  Under the bright moon, the **** lowered his eyebrows and bowed slightly, holding her hand.

   What happened afterwards, Qi An couldn't tell, but after waking up, he felt it was offensive.

   I don't dare to ask.

   This time she was the one who caused the disaster, and I don't know what secret was sealed in the glass cup.

  Afraid that he would drive her away.

   It's just that Rong Yu didn't mention a word, and she was punished to copy the rules a hundred times a day.

   Qi An was so exhausted that he was in unspeakable misery, who would have known that he would suffer such a thing just after turning into a human form?

  (end of this chapter)