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

  Chapter 981 Final Chapter: The Taste of God

  Rong Yu's footsteps stopped suddenly, his clothes were lingering in the wind, the breeze was clear and the moon was shining, as if the green mountains and bright moon couldn't stay, how could the world hear it so often.

  He held a sword in one hand, his wrist bones were faintly white: "She didn't do anything evil, why did I kill her?"

   "Everyone says that demons can be eliminated from birth." Qi An was confused.

   "That's the world."

   Xiao Mansion.

  Old Mr. Xiao cupped his hands: "My child possessed by evil spirits, thank you, Daoist."

   Behind Mr. Xiao is a young man in his twenties, with a gentle and handsome appearance, star-like eyes, looking at them with a smile, and thanking his father.

   "You don't need to say thank you." Rong Yu nodded slightly, her back straightened.

   "Punishing **** and eradicating evil is what my master should do." The girl behind the boy said with a smile, with a lively expression and a crisp voice.

  Old Mr. Xiao shook his hand into a fist, pressed it to the corner of his mouth, coughed, pushed Xiao Changsheng in front of Rong Yu, and said sincerely.

   "My child has been weak and sick since he was a child. I don't know if he can practice a spell or two with the Taoist priest? It would be a great fortune for me to be your apprentice, and the Xiao family will reward me with a lot of money."

  Xiao Changsheng's eyes moved away from Qi An in a hurry, his ears were still a little red, he cupped his hands at Rong Yu seriously: "I have met the Taoist priest."

   Qi'an: "..."

   It turns out that this is what you guys were thinking!

   Actually wanted to rob her of Master!

   "I don't accept apprentices." Rong Yu flatly refused, with one hand behind his back, dressed in white, a gentleman, as pine as bamboo.

  His temperament is light and empty, his expression is calm, but there is a divinity in his bones, which makes the world feel oppressed and breathless.

  Xiao Changsheng was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it. Knowing that they would stay in Lincheng for a while, they invited them to entertain him warmly, and they could come to Xiao's mansion to find him if they needed it.

   "Goodbye." Qi An waved to him.

  Xiao Changsheng's fair face slowly turned red: "Dare to ask the girl's name?"

   "Me? My name is Qi An, next time—"

  Before he finished speaking, Rong Yu took him away by clasping his wrist.

  He said coldly: "So many words."

   "It's just to say hello." Qi An was innocent, "Master, don't you think that he looks like the jade-faced scholar mentioned in the script?"

   "Many scholars are matched with vixen!"

  The young man frowned, Qingjuan lowered his eyebrows: "It's fake."

   Qi An didn't argue with him about this.

   They lived in a nearby inn before they left. Unfortunately, there was only one room.

  In the storybook, this is probably the most lively and fragrant plot, what is the blurred night and ambiguity.

   Qi'an was dreaming, until a voice as sweet as ice sounded in his ear.

   "What's wrong with you, have you finished copying the scriptures?"

   "...no, not yet."

  She hates Rong Yu!

  The most common way for the two of them to get along at night is always that she turns into a prototype, curled up into a snow-white ball and sleeps in the corner of the bed.

  He always copied books at night, leaned over the desk, and lit an oil lamp.

  Sometimes when Qi An wakes up in a daze, he can still see the back of God in the dim candlelight.

  The side face is as calm as an ancient painting.

  The white clothes were a little slack in private, with loose belts and elegant hem.

   I don't know if it's really to calm down, or to avoid suspicion.

  Qi'an sometimes looks crazy, he really gave birth to a good **** bone, the gods are stunning, far surpassing the world, at first sight, for life.

   Sometimes she would make trouble with his master, but he would not be angry.

   Qi'an still likes to see him loosen his neckline and take off his clothes, the more pure-hearted and ascetic, the more lustful he is.

  It coincides with the Shangyuan Festival in the world, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month and the night of the full moon. Many temples have activities of lighting up lights to pray for blessings, which is really lively.

  She pestered him to the temple to worship Buddha, secretly tugged on Rong Yu's sleeve, and said to him, "I should worship you."

  The young **** lowered his eyes to listen to her, his brows and eyes were covered with a rich and unpredictable background color in the blue lamp ancient Buddha, using mountains and rivers as paintings.

  The temple is quiet, and people who come and go can't help but look back, only to feel that he is more tainted with a sense of worldliness than Buddha.

  Admiring lanterns, guessing lantern riddles, and setting off fireworks that day, there was a constant flow of traffic.

  They passed by in the bustling crowd, and the lights illuminated half of the god's face.

   "Miss Qi'an, Taoist priest."

  A warm and pleasant voice sounded.

  Xiao Changsheng walked towards her, holding a lantern in his hand: "I didn't expect to meet you here."

  The girl stood beside the boy pretty, with raised eyebrows, and greeted him.

  Xiao Changsheng's throat rolled, and he handed out the lantern with a little nervousness, and said softly: "I just won it, it's fate, and I give it to you."

   Qi An was surprised, before he could speak, he refused in a cold voice.

   "She doesn't need to."

   Qi An turned to look at Rong Yu, staring at him with a pair of amber eyes full of autumn water, and said anxiously: "Master, I want it, I don't have a lantern."

  Xiao Changsheng paused his movements, and met Rong Yu's eyes.

  The young man looked cold and cheerless. When he looked up and looked back, there were rules and regulations engraved in his bones, like a **** who controlled everything.

   It's just that when looking at him at this moment, the indifference and emptiness in his eyes makes people afraid.

  This pair of master and apprentice...how unusual.

  Xiao Changsheng was suspicious, his back felt cold, and finally he slowly withdrew his hand.

   Qi'an was very angry, she shook off Rong Yu and walked forward, accusing him: "You don't want lanterns yourself, and you haven't allowed me to."

"I give you."

"I do not want it!"

   Later that night, he gave her three thousand long-burning lights all over the city, and peach blossoms bloomed overnight.

  Where the law goes, everything will be bright and peach blossoms will be in full bloom.

  In the lights, in the crimson colors, the sky is a human firework composed of the bright moon and the stars. He stands in the light and shadow, with his white clothes flowing and reflecting. There are only four words.

   "I give it to you."

  In the human world, all living beings are amazed by this and let out endless exclamations. How can peach blossoms bloom all over the city overnight and hang eternal lights? !

  On the long bridge, Qi An stared at him blankly, and asked clearly.

   "Aren't you afraid of being punished by God for abusing spells like this?"

   "Coax you."

  Qi An, with his back to the light, smiled brightly, fragile and perishable: "I don't believe it."

   Afterwards, there was a turbulent crowd, and the girl in the skirt shuttled forward lightly, followed by the figure in white clothes not far or near behind her.

  She put on a fox mask to cover half of her face, so taking advantage of the dim light, she acted boldly and raised her head to kiss Rong Yu's lips.

   Very cold light fragrance.

  It was like the quiet breath that could only be smelled in the church when she worshiped the gods and Buddhas when she was young.

  At a close distance, his lips are so thin that they are a little unkind.

   Affectionate but cold.

  The young Lord God stood in the dim and brilliant lights, rarely losing his mind.

   was run away by her.

  It turns out that God tastes like this... No wonder everyone wants to blaspheme God.

  Qi An thought so, his heart beat like a rabbit, it kept hitting his heart, and his figure quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

   There is still a cool and seductive breath in the corner of the mouth, silently bewitching, a little bitter, a little sinking.

   Qi'an let out a breath, wrapped his hands behind his back, raised the corners of his lips, as if he could see nine fox tails: "Master..."

  She didn't notice.

   Gradually, shadows began to spread behind him, and the ink-like shadows began to split into ghost hands like dead branches.

   reached out to her.

  (end of this chapter)