Quickly pass through the male god's cute wife

Chapter 402

After thousands of years, everything will be strange.

She found the forest where Qing Cen was rescued. The towering giant trees covered the sky and the sun, and the weeds were taller than people.

Qiyue stood outside the forest, the path in front of him was covered with weeds, as if no one had set foot in this forest for many years.

As a result, the originally quiet path was sealed up by weeds, and no traces of previous existence could be seen.

It seems that after she left, Qingcen also left.

Qiyue stretched out her hand and waved, silvery white light popped out from her sleeves, turning into sharp light blades, quickly cleaning up the weeds in front of her.

Not long after, the winding path appeared in front of her eyes.

Qiyue walked in slowly, the light blade was still opening the way ahead, her expression was calm, her brows were calm, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

In this forest, she built a hut, which was extremely simple, but it was able to shelter from the wind and rain, which was enough for her and Qingcen at that time.

I wonder if the little hut is still there after so many years.

The road is not long, but Qiyue is full of doubts.

In this forest, there were many ferocious beasts back then, why did they come here this time, those ferocious beasts seemed to have disappeared.

The weeds seem to have not seen any living things for a long time.

From a distance, Qiyue glimpsed the dilapidated thatched roof.

When I got closer, I saw that the thatched hut was still there, and the door panels eroded by the wind and rain were crumbling, but there were fences erected around it.

Qiyue frowned, and began to think hard, was he diligent enough to build a fence back then?
The memory clearly told her that she did not.

At that time, the thatched cottage was able to be built only when the little boy was about to die of cold, so he resigned himself to build it with his own body.

She is a dragon with a divine body, she can just find a place to meditate at will, so there is no need to build such a thatched cottage so pretentious and troublesome.

It's so simple, it's not even one ten thousandth as comfortable as her cave.

Pushing open the courtyard door, the ground in the courtyard was inlaid with bluestone floor tiles, and there was a stone table in the middle of the courtyard with two small stools.

It had just rained, and the area around the stone table was wet, but the middle part was dry, square in shape, like a teapot tray, and it looked like it had just been picked up.

Qiyue's heart moved slightly.

People still live here, isn't it Qingcen?
She stretched out her hand and gently brushed it across the wet tabletop, her fingertips were soaked in the coolness of the rain and the breeze, and she couldn't help but feel better.

Her eyes were clear and bright, and she looked at the ordinary courtyard in front of her without blinking, her heart was like a fire, and a pool of spring water boiled.

For thousands of years, this place has never been deserted, but he came to sit here from time to time.

So Qing Cen has been waiting for her for thousands of years?
Qiyue lowered her eyes, and her lips curled up slightly.

She didn't care that the stool was still wet with rain and mist, and sat down straight away, thinking a little.

Imagine Qingcen sitting here, his demeanor and drinking movements.

The picturesque brows and eyes are indifferent, and the eyes as deep as the sea are full of longing and reminiscence.

That little boy, who was not as tall as her waist back then, is now an envoy of God, as if even the Dragon King respects him.

It seems that I did nothing wrong to help him transfer his luck back then.

Look at the current achievement, how can it be compared with others.

As soon as Qiyue sat down, before the incense burned, there was the sound of wind blowing in the distance.

The man is dressed in snow and has black hair, and the golden lotus seal between his brows is shining brightly.

His movements were extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning, directly hitting the small courtyard.

(End of this chapter)