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

  Chapter 978 Final Chapter: Xianxia Conference

  In the depths of the peach blossom forest, a girl is copying a book with the light behind her back, the rice paper is spread all over the floor, and the pen and ink are still wet.

  She bit her pen, her cheeks puffed up in distress, she was dressed in sky blue clothes like clear water, her waist-length hair, and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

   Qi An asked him, what is that lamp?

  Rong Yu glanced at her indifferently, and asked what did she see?

   What can Qi An say.

   Do you want to say that you saw him being violated?

   "It's scary to have a broken tail!" Qi An rested his chin, exaggerating, "Nine!"

  Qingqiu Fox practiced throughout his life, and it may not necessarily grow nine tails. Docking a tail is like cutting off a life. The pain, heart-wrenching, and bone-piercing, no outsider can know.

  The young lord **** hit her head with a book, his face was slightly sideways, and his lines were cold and smooth: "Copy your book."

   Qi An snorted softly, and after a while suddenly said: "I will call you Master from now on, okay?"

   She felt cordial.

  To her, Rong Yu was a life-saving grace and a gift of respect.

   Calling Master, it is only right and proper.

  The other party seemed to be caught by her question, and didn't answer for a long time. Those extremely empty eyes reflected her shadow, adding a touch of coldness.

  A long while.

  He said yes.

   "Master!" Qi An raised her brows and eyes, heartless, carefree, feeling fresh, she repeated several times, crisply, surrounding the young man, "Master, Master, Rong Yu..."

  Hearing her call, Rong Yu seemed to have returned to the past.

   Never go back to the past.

  That scene is so familiar, it is a certain scene in the old things, reappearing again, is it repeating the same mistakes?

  Accidentally, she tripped over the corner of the table, and the girl staggered and fell into the arms of the god.

  The breath is cold and the fragrance is lingering.

   Qi'an was stunned, looking at him who was close at hand, her heart beat faster and became dull.

  He always scolded her, but this time, with his eyes facing each other, his high nose cast a cold light, and he said calmly, "Be more lively."

  The peach blossom forest carried too many memories, and spent a long period of peaceful time.

  He was the first person she met in her life with blank memories.

   "Where is Qingqiu? Why no one said, I heard that Hongyue, the disciple of Lianhua Shenjun, is Qingqiu fox, I want to go to Qingqiu to see."

   "Wait until you recover from your injury."

  The little girl was a little frustrated, touched the back of her round head, and sat on the tree trunk in the back mountain forest. The white clothes were like a sea of ​​clouds and flowers, and the skirt was light and swaying in the wind.

  She jumped down from the tree, and would go down the mountain quietly a few times occasionally, only daring to walk nearby, not far away.

  She was too bored on the mountain, and when she came back sometimes, I don’t know whether Master didn’t notice it, or she silently agreed.

   It's okay if it's not very far, he will find her.

  Qi'an would sometimes go to Hongyue, and would meet Hongyue's master, Lianhua Shenjun.

  She didn't know how this man became a god, it was hard to explain.

  Alcoholic like life.

  If Rong Yu is pure and disciplined, then he is probably corrupt and indulgent. He is so romantic that he really can't see the bones of the gods. He is both good and evil, but like a demon.

The mountain is very lively today, Qi An didn't know why, so after some inquiring, I found out that it was the Immortal Sword Contest, where the disciples of the gods competed with each other, and the elders would all be present. The elders are interested.

   I wonder if Rong Yu will go? Forget it, he likes to be quiet.

   Thinking about the eternal silence on Jiuchong Mountain, even the gods of the Immortal Sword Competition subconsciously avoided Jiuchong Mountain.

  She sighed endlessly.

  How can there be such a lonely person?

  If this is the price of becoming a god, don't worry about it.

  Qi An can't stand the three thousand rules!

  Shenjun Lianhua saw her, propped his chin, and laughed suddenly, lazily leaning against the white jade railing, the evildoer in red: "Little Nine Tails is here again."

   "Don't call me that." Qi An was puzzled, he had never shown his nine tails in front of him, how did he see it?

"Okay, little nine-tailed fox." Lian Hua held the jug, his peach eyes flamboyantly flamboyant, and his nose bridge was straight, reflecting the flashy white jade palace behind him, "Nine-tailed foxes are rare in the world, but they are not very smart just looking at you. "

   "Looking at the way you look at a fox, you probably do too." Qi An replied politely and sincerely.

   "Smart teeth." Lian Hua thought thoughtfully, "How dare you talk to Rong Yu like that?"

   Qi An fell silent.

   "If you want to watch the game, let Hongyue take you there." He bewitched her, "It's just one time, let's join in the fun, Rong Yu won't say anything."

  Hong Yue came over with her sword in hand, seeing Lian Hua and Qi An, her expression changed slightly, and she called out in a low voice: "Master."

   Qi'an found out that both of them like to wear red, so they deserve to be masters and apprentices?

  One is romantic and unrestrained, and the other is proud and bright, which is quite a match.

  It's a pity that the relationship between master and apprentice will be punished by God, and no one should be stupid enough to do this.

Lian Hua nodded, the smile slipped from the corner of his mouth, his peach blossom eyes swept over Hongyue drunkenly, and stopped on the sword in her hand, quite self-deprecating and teasing: "You are so hardworking, I feel guilty for my teacher. "

  Hongyue pursed her lips and said, "I will win the first place for you in today's fairy sword competition."

   "How long have you been with me? I don't value that." Lian Hua was not interested, waved his hand, turned and left, and before leaving, greeted Qi An with a smile, asking her to play with him next time, and said to Hong Yue.

   "By the way, you take her to watch the game, hide her well, the Nine-Tailed Fox won't show up, don't cause trouble."

Qi An hurriedly proved his innocence, dressed in neat white clothes, with a fairy air, two soft and fluffy fox ears protruding from his black hair, shaking the tips of his ears, his voice was soft and serious: "I won't cause trouble .”

  Hongyue quietly clenched her hands.

  She was unwilling to admit her fear, but she was still afraid that Qi An would **** her things over and over again.

   "Aren't you going?"

   Lian Hua tilted his head: "We'll talk when we wake up."

   Hongyue was a little disappointed, her eyeshadow swept down, and her delicate eyebrows and eyes were covered with light dust.

  After Lian Hua left, Hongyue pretended to mention it casually, "Have you always worn the sachet I gave you?"

   "Wear it."

   "That's good." Hongyue raised the corners of her lips indistinctly, and slid across the girl's bright eyes and white teeth. Such a pure and gentle face is very different from the **** appearance when the demonic nature broke out, and I still have lingering fears when I think about it.

  If the world sees her demonic outburst, who can tolerate her?

  This sachet will silently invade her bone marrow, causing her soul to be damaged.

   This is what Qi An owes her!

  On the other side, God Lord Lianhua was hundreds of miles away, soaring through the clouds and fog. He overlooked the mountains and rivers, lost in thought, and finally sighed.

  At the Immortal Sword Conference, the green hills towered into the clouds.

  The gathering of immortals should be a grand event.

  The white mist is indistinct, and all kinds of fairy arts are dazzling, and a hundred flowers bloom.

   The Ninth Heaven of the Divine Realm, should be looked up to by all living beings.

  In the Immortal Sword Contest, two duels, when Hong Yue came on stage, Qi An hid in her sleeve, when the two confronted, she was almost knocked out, but for some reason, there was a faint sense of familiarity.

  (end of this chapter)