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

  Qingqiu.

  Has been reclusive for many years, isolated from the outside world.

   Along the depths of the peach forest, she found her way home.

   On the day Qi An came back, the elderly great-grandfather had tears in his eyes and a trembling beard. He held her hand and said, "It's good to be back, it's good to be back."

  Great-grandfather loved her the most when he was a child, and Qi An still remembered that she had a sore nose and clinged to him for a long time.

"This will always be your home, come back when you want." Great-grandfather lovingly patted her head, those gray eyes had green life, and finally they were no longer like dry water, "When you come back, don't leave. "

  Over there, Qi Wensheng was talking to Rong Yu, looking at the appearance of the spirit boy, the smile on the corner of his mouth was helpless: "I'll take all precautions, let her meet you."

  He had already figured out that Qi An was destined to be in love, but there are some things that cannot be avoided no matter what.

   "Thank you." Rong Yu nodded.

  That day, all the little foxes up and down the Qingqiu poked their heads out, curiously looking at the appearance of the main god. It was really a grand occasion.

  Shen Zhuang hugged Qi An so excitedly that she was about to pass out, as if she was crying louder than anyone else: "Woooooooo An'an, I thought I would never see you again."

   Qi'an hugged her helplessly: "Okay, okay, haven't I come back?"

  Shen Zhuang cried and said: "You actually brought the Lord God back, you scared me to death!"

  When I was young and ignorant and talked about gods, I never thought that I would see them with my own eyes one day!

   Qi'an bent his eyes and smiled.

   Looking back, he saw Rong Yu.

  He watched her intently, never leaving.

  It was a sunny day, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was fine. Everyone talked and laughed, and went back to the past.

  The aroma of the peach blossom wine permeated far away, and Lianhua Shenjun ran all the way here just for a pot of wine.

  Qi Lou said he was promising, Lian Hua told him not to come if he could.

  Qi Lou frowned, saying why should I not come? I followed Little Fox VIII.

   Qi'an spread his hands beside him. It's sure that nothing good will happen to these two people when they meet.

  No one will give way to anyone.

   Qi'an persuaded Qi Lou: "You can't beat him, forget it, stop arguing."

   "Little Nine Tails still has eyesight." Lian Hua smiled.

  Qi Lou: "..."

  I can't live through this day.

  He wants to sue the Lord God!

  Rong Yu is used to these things calmly, and there are too few things that he can pay attention to, except for common people, Qi An is rare and an exception.

  He watched from the sidelines, with a straight back and fluttering white clothes. He had the coldness of a knight and the coldness of a poet. There was a touch of poetic warmth in his downcast eyes.

  Qi An quietly hooked his fingers, and led him to the depths of the peach forest privately, and ran away before sunset, like elopement.

   Then he kissed the corner of his mouth lightly, mixed with the aroma of peach blossom wine.

  He enforces the law impartially, but falling in love with her is considered forbidden.

  Rong Yu lowered his eyes, strangled her neck with one hand and kissed her, his lips and teeth were full of wine, cold and seductive.

   Greedy for the scarlet color in his eyes.

  The spring is as thick as wine, and the flowers are drunk.

   When they came back, Lian Hua asked them what they had been doing for so long, and Qi An didn't tell him.

  Qingqiu has never been so lively, the moon rises at night, and the stars are dotted.

  Qi Lou sighed: "The sky here is still the most beautiful."

   "Of course." Qi An tilted his head, sitting on the peach petals on the ground, "On the scene, how can it compare to this place?"

   They look at each other and laugh at each other.

  There will always be a day when the dead tree will be in spring, green buds will grow, and flowers will bloom.

   Fortunately, after going through thousands of sails, everything is still the same as before.