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

  When teaching the teacher, let her pay homage to the three senior brothers in front, and said casually: "This is your fifth junior sister, teach her well."

  The little girl was confused: "Isn't it Fourth Junior Sister?"

   "What are you thinking, there is a fourth senior sister on your head, let's go." Lian Hua said, "Don't imitate her."

   "Can I see her?" The little apprentice came too late and hadn't heard about those things, asked.

"Won't."

  Even Hua recruits apprentices to look at the eye, he is used to being casual, not sticking to one set, Qi Lou looks like a bit of a master-student addiction, but seeing what happens after they accept apprentices one by one, he still resents it.

  Saving your life is the most important thing.

  He wants to keep in good health!

  Qi Lou clenched his fists and made a decision, with a resolute face, but he was too big and had no deterrent effect.

   On the day Lian Hua accepted his disciples, Hongyue went back to look at it, but she didn't dare to go up the mountain, so she just took a look and turned to leave.

  She, the Fourth Senior Sister... really failed.

To this day, she has no regrets for what she has done, and still has no regrets. After removing the fairy bones, she becomes an ordinary person. After breaking the bones and swallowing them in her stomach, she can still force herself to say that she has no regrets. I know.

  From now on, I can see all the mountains and seas, and I will never see each other again.

  …

   "Steamed buns, freshly baked buns..."

   "Li Ji Restaurant is open!"

   "Aunt Su, would you like a bun?"

  In the human world, in the capital city, the long streets and alleys, the sound of hawkers can be heard endlessly, and the crowds are bustling, like the place he and she walked through that year.

   "Boss, here are five buns."

   A string of copper coins was thrown over, and it landed in the boss's palm just right.

  The voice was eloquent and eloquent, passing through the willow treetops.

"okay!"

  The boss in rough clothes lifted the lid, white mist was transpiring, the fragrance was tangy, and the world was nothing but smoke and fire.

   Pass it to the girl in front of you.

   Qi'an took it over, thank you.

  The girl wore a sky-blue skirt, with a gleaming waist, slender and thin, with three thousand black hair, and a charming face. Those amber eyes shone with the sunshine of early spring.

  She was walking slowly on the street with her buns in her hands, feeling very happy.

  No one can tell that the Fallen Demon, who has made the outside world frightened, is here to buy steamed buns leisurely and eat a big bite.

   "Little Kyuubi, long time no see, your appetite is getting bigger..."

   Qi'an immediately slumped: "I eat very little!"

  Meeting Lian Hua was an accident. She didn't want to see anyone at first, so the three hundred years should be a distraction.

   Lian Hua was quite righteous, so he didn't tell Rong Yu, but told her with a blink of an eye that it was a little secret between us.

  When he lowered his tone, the wanderlust in his eyes could hardly be hidden.

   Qi'an is not deceived, knowing that he always likes to tease people, how true and how false.

  The two sat in the restaurant, Lian Hua poured the wine: "Have you not seen him yet? I'm afraid Rong Yu will really go crazy if this continues."

   "He is a god, how could he lose control." Qi An smiled.

   Lian Hua raised his eyebrows: "I think when you jumped off the Fallen God Tower, he woke up that day and missed a step with you. You didn't see what he looked like at that time."

   They missed too much, life after life.

  He protected the common people and Qingqiu, but he couldn't protect her.

   "You don't go back to Qingqiu, and you don't see him, what are you thinking?"

   This is the first time they talked about Qingqiu.

Back then, Qingqiu was charged with protecting demons, especially after Qi'an's death, Qingqiu acted like a madman against Shenyu, his posture was endless, Shenyu Jiuzhong was furious, and almost flattened Qingqiu Mountain, but Rong Yu saved it ten miles of peace.

  After that, Qingqiu retreated from the world and never heard from him again.

  Thousands of years have passed, and the world is almost forgotten. It turns out that there is a place called Qingqiu in the north of Wuchongtian.

  The peach blossoms there are in full bloom, and the wine there is famous all over the world.

   Qi An was silent, took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and said vaguely, "I'm like this... I don't want to disturb them."

  She still cares about the devil's affairs, only Qingqiu is always there, so why not return for a thousand years?

   "It's not like before, he has done everything for you." Lian Hua sighed softly, "Don't blame him."

   "I don't blame him." Qi An shook his head, half of his face was sunk in the sun, the fine fluff on his face was like the surface of a dandelion, cold and soft, "I just don't understand him."

   "Okay." Qi An picked up the last bun, stuffed it into his mouth with a whimper, and waved his hand, "I'm leaving."

  Lian Hua looked at her back with a deep expression on his face.

  The surroundings were flashy and lively, he propped his head up and smiled, drank a few drinks, listened to the actors singing the capital city, and then fell drunk in the wild songs, but he was a bit lonely without being noticed.

   Qi'an walked into the crowd, stepping on the shadow of dusk.

  Over the past hundred years, she has heard many things, including the rumors back then.

There is also the saying that the fallen demon was beheaded by the gods. Qi An wanted to laugh when he heard it. The love between gods and demons is taboo. It is really hard work for Shenyu to come up with a perfect set of rhetoric. Their hypocrisy has not changed at all. .

   Qi'an went to the racecourse and bought a horse, and rode it across the mountains and rivers. The green hills and grasslands are hundreds of miles away, and the grass is green. It is not surprising that everyone who comes out of there can ride a horse.

   It was another round of setting sun, crushing the light golden awn, filling the sky, and there was a translucent star.

  On the high mountain, Qi An angrily grabbed the rein, raised his foot and kicked the horse's butt: "Can your horse have some ambition! Is the grass by the river so delicious!"

  The horse turned a deaf ear and lowered its head to chew grass.

  The girl led it forward vigorously, and the mountains were high and the water was far away, and she met Yishen.

   She stopped in her footsteps.

  He stood there, dressed in white clothes like snow, with all his beauty, behind him was the vast world, and the stars moved.

  Looking at each other from a distance, the mountain wind howls.

   Qi An showed a relieved smile, and when he walked towards her step by step, he asked the same question as before: "Is it the Nine Heavens God?"

  Rong Yu stared at her, and slipped out a low voice from his throat: "It's Rong Yu."

  The wind entangles the hem of the two people's clothes, and then separates them in an instant. The fate is endless, and it is the endless love for thousands of miles.

   "Don't go, Ah Qi." He had waited for her for a thousand years, sought her for a hundred years, and now he took her by the wrist and told her, don't go.

   "Why?" Qi An asked him.

  The wind was strong, and the voices of some people were scattered in the air and sent eight thousand miles away.

   One day.

  Rong Yu looked down at her with clear eyes, and told her.

   "God loves the world, I love you."

   Dare to admit love.

   Qi'an smiled, as bright as the sun, his eyebrows and eyes were blurred in the light and shadow, and what he was stepping on was the long river of the setting sun.

  She ran away with her hands behind her back, turned around and shouted at him: "I heard you!"

  Looking into the distance, there are a few clouds moving towards the distance along the endless mountains, white and flawless.

   wins but there are countless in the world.

  Two figures slowly came together on the high mountain, shoulder to shoulder, their backs getting further and further away.

   is in charge of the reincarnation of all things, and can also accompany her to see the mountains, rivers, sun and moon.

  Everything in the past is prologue.

   "Master, I don't want to go back to Jiuchongtian."

   "We will not return."

   "It's March again. If the peach blossom wine has been brewed for a hundred years, it should be the best season for drinking..."