Rescue Little White Flower

In recent days, the Xingyue God Lord of the Xingyue Temple has had a lot of troubles, and the reason is that the woman she hugged back from the battlefield of the gods and demons.

The other party claimed to be her lover, but she had no impression of this matter, facing the other party's hopeful and disappointed eyes, there was a feeling of indescribable in her heart.

However, although she was puzzled in her heart, she did not completely disbelieve Shen Qingwei's words. After all, the moon mirror she obtained from Shen Qingwei had indeed endured Shen Qingwei as her master, and this artifact was originally her companion spiritual tool, if she had not obtained her With 100% permission and consent, it is impossible to recognize another person as the master.

What's more, she was not completely untouched by Shen Qingwei.

So Shen Qingwei stayed in the Xingyue Temple like this.

She adapts faster than Zhao Xingyue. After the initial disappointment and sadness, she quickly adjusted her mentality.

After all, for her, as long as Zhao Xingyue is alive, do you remember that she is actually not that important.

They had been separated for thousands of years, and as long as she could see Zhao Xingyue living well from a distance, she would be very satisfied in her heart.

Probably because she had gained too little and lost too much before, so even if it was only a feather that fell into her palm, it was still enough to make her feel relieved.

Whether it is in the God Realm or in the Immortal Realm, desertedness is always the main color of this palace. Except for Zhao Xingyue, there is no one else. The servants and servants in the temple are all made by transfiguration. No one's heart.

After obtaining Zhao Xingyue's permission, Shen Qingwei quickly took care of the flowers and plants.

The Star Moon God, who sits on a whole world, has no particular interest in flowers, flowers, and grass, but it does not prevent her from holding her arms, standing on the height of the tower, watching Shen Qingwei's magic power, and controlling the vines to climb up the wall of the Temple of Stars and Moon. Purple and yellow flower bones appeared one after another among the cyan vines.

I don't know what means Shen Qingwei used, these flowers actually emit a faint fluorescence under the moonlight, and the whole palace is like a dream in the fluorescence embellishment.

As the master of the Xingyue Temple, Zhao Xingyue has never cared about these scenery, but when the flowers bloomed and the woman who served the flowers and plants turned her head and smiled at her, her eyes flickered without a trace.

Just as the corners of her lips showed a smile involuntarily, the woman standing there suddenly disappeared.

Zhao Xingyue's complexion changed slightly, closed his eyes, and let go of his spiritual consciousness, but he could not detect the traces of the opponent within the scope of the Xingyue Temple.

She leaped down from the tower and landed beside the flower bed where Shen Qingwei was standing before she disappeared, only to find that a plant of Migrass appeared on the ground at some point, swaying gently under the awe-inspiring blow.

She stretched out her hand, and the soft leaves of Wei Cao leaned over and rubbed her palm.

Zhao Xingyue's eyes widened in disbelief, "Shen Qingwei?"

The two leaves of Wei Cao gently hugged her fingers, fumbled a few times, and answered.

"It turns out that you are really a creature in the moon mirror," the godly gaze was surprised and cautious, "you are so young."

When facing a real person, she inevitably had a few differences in her heart. Now that she was facing a plant below, she didn't have so many shackles.

"Why are you suddenly thinking of becoming a prototype—"

Shenjun's words didn't finish, because she already knew why Shen Qingwei suddenly turned into a prototype.

The bulging flower bones on the vines, at the moment she looked up and looking around, as if she had received some instructions, they bloomed for the first time, and the fireflies hidden in the flower bones flew out and lingered beside Zhao Xingyue.

The green dots of light flickered non-stop, and after living for so many years, it was the first time to receive such a surprise, Xingyue Shenjun, with a smile on his face involuntarily.

The Xingyue God Lord, who had lost two points of his soul, was a little less calm, and a little more childish.

This kind of Star Moon God Lord, compared to the mature and stable Zhao Xingyue in the reincarnation, was closer to Shen Qingwei's first transformation, the Star Moon God Lord who would sit next to Wei Cao for a whole day because of the slight fluctuations she made.

Speaking of which, although Zhao Xingyue is not young and has experienced many things, her temperament has always been simple.

Shen Qingwei had never understood her experience in the God Realm, but Zhao Xingyue, whom she came into contact with at the beginning, liked it, hated it, and disliked it. It was quite straightforward.

She couldn't think of how she would sit high above the temple one day, playing with the world amidst applause.

But now Zhao Xingyue undoubtedly made Shen Qingwei feel a little bit of pity for a child in her heart.

It's not that she doesn't like the mature and stable Zhao Xingyue, who holds everything in her palm, but compared to Zhao Xingyue like this, she hopes she can be as carefree and worry-free as she is now.

You don't have to calculate anything, and you don't have to worry about being calculated, and you can live your own life freely.

"Like it?"

As soon as Zhao Xingyue turned her head, she saw Shen Qingwei, who had turned into a human form, kneeling and sitting beside her, looking at her with a look of expectation.

She wanted to suppress the smile on her face and recreate a cold appearance, but it was difficult—

Shen Qingwei had discovered this a long time ago. Compared to Zhao Xingyue she knew, the indifference of Xingyue Shenjun at this time was just an illusion created by no one communicated all the year round.

Zhao Xingyue pursed her lips, her eyes couldn't be separated from these flashing fireflies, but her mouth was serious and authentic: "The mind is pretty good."

She stood up, patted the non-existent dust on her body, deliberately moved her attention away from these sights, and looked at Shen Qingwei, "You can tell me what you want."

The corners of Shen Qingwei's lips bent involuntarily.

"His Royal Highness, can you accompany me to the common world for a stroll?"

…

The Star Moon God Sovereign, who lived alone, had obviously not visited the Mortal Realm.

Walking in the crowd, her body was quite stiff, and her whole body was involuntarily exuding cold air, but in her obsidian-like eyes, she exuded curiosity.

At this time, the morality of the mortal world is still open, and women can also go to the streets. However, considering Zhao Xingyue’s identity, Shen Qingwei dressed her as a man. Although countless eyes will fall on her, she is much less as a woman. Unclean gaze from time to time.

She herself wore the clothes of a mortal woman, took Zhao Xingyue's arm, and pretended to be the other party's wife.

In the market, the crowds came and went, and it was very lively.

All kinds of shops opened wide, welcoming visitors from all over the world, countless smiling men and women, shoulder to shoulder.

"I heard them say that the steamed buns are very delicious, do you want to try it?"

Seeing a look of longing in Zhao Xingyue's eyes, Shen Qingwei smiled, "There are too many people over there. Your Highness can wait for me here for a while?"

With Zhao Xingyue's reserved nod, she agreed to leave.

After buying two steamed buns quickly, Shen Qingwei turned her head and smiled involuntarily after seeing what Zhao Xingyue was doing.

A serious Xingyue God Sovereign, at this time, was holding a rattle and having a great time.

The man she pretended was handsome, holding a rattle to form a strong contrast. The old lady who sold the rattle kept her mouth and sneered, but the person who was seen the joke was completely unaware of it.

Before she could walk over, a woman holding a child walked to the aunt's stall. The milk doll, who was less than one year old, was instantly attracted by the ding-ding-dong-dong in Zhao Xingyue’s hand. Tilted his head and stared at the snare drum.

Zhao Xingyue raised the rattle in front of the child, turned his wrist, two small stones hit the drum surface, and suddenly made a crisp sound.

The doll giggled, reaching out to grab it. Zhao Xingyue instinctively avoided it, putting her hand behind her back, and said solemnly, "This is mine, I can't give it to you."

The milk doll was stunned, and when she saw the rattle disappeared, she narrowed her mouth, and suddenly burst into tears.

Shen Qingwei swears that she saw an unprecedented dazedness on the face of the omnipotent God Sovereign Star Moon.

The next moment, she met Zhao Xingyue's gaze for help.

Enough of the excitement, she walked over briskly, and with the cooperation of the smiling mother, coaxed the child who was crying suddenly, and by the way paid Zhao Xingyue the money for the rattle.

"Give it to you."

The mother holding the child, leaving with a smile, Shen Qingwei looked at the rattle stretched out in front of her eyes, and suddenly stunned.

"Give it to me?"

The old lady watching the play looked ambiguously on Shen Qingwei's flat abdomen, "Little lady, you are very kind to you, this child hasn't come out yet, so I'm thinking about buying toys."

Realizing that the old lady had misunderstood something, Shen Qingwei's face flushed immediately. Zhao Xingyue didn't understand anything. Holding the rattle, she insisted on giving this gift-even though it was still Shen Qingwei's payment.

Shen Qingwei blushed, took the rattle, dragged Zhao Xingyue and walked elsewhere.

"Do you not like it?"

Her reaction puzzled Zhao Xingyue.

"No, I like it very much." Zhao Xingyue gave Shen Qingwei something that she never liked, "I just don't understand, why did you suddenly think of giving me this."

"Because I like it, I want to send you off."

Shen Qingwei, who was already very familiar with Zhao Xingyue, naturally understood the unfinished meaning of Zhao Xingyue's words.

—I want to give you what I like.

The corners of Shen Qingwei's lips involuntarily pulled wider and wider.

Until he was strolling around, Zhao Xingyue's arms suddenly had a hairpin that was thrown down from upstairs.

Zhao Xingyue looked up, and the woman who threw the hairpin was blushing and hid behind the window, leaving only two maids looking at her with hippie smiles.

She looked at Shen Qingwei incomprehensibly, "Why would she use this to smash me?"

Shen Qingwei took a breath and suppressed her anger.

"...Smashed you because she likes you and wants to be your wife."

Zhao Xingyue held the hairpin thoughtfully: "It turned out to be like this."

After speaking, she threw the hairpin in her hand upward, and the fluttering hairpin was in her hand and was easily thrown back.

She said loudly: "I'm sorry, I already have a lady, and I can't take your flowers."