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The spirit beast asked the flower demon to be a partner. This is actually quite uncommon in the history of the flower demon, so the people of all clans were not satisfied that day. Obviously An Qingjue is a very good young talent of their flower demon clan, and it was finally cheap Spirit beast, how can you let them swallow this breath?

But... proposing to Teacher An/Elder before class, this is really explosive/explosive/sexual news!

The Flower Demon Clan exploded up and down, and for a while there were countless people around, all scrambling to watch. An Qingjue responded indifferently, but the handsome man blushed quietly.

In all fairness, that man is indeed handsome and tall. In contrast, he has a slightly shy personality, so there is a strong contrast between him. If An Qingjue would have admired such a man in the past, maybe,

But at this moment, An Qingjue had no interest in the handsome young man in front of him.

He looked at the man in front of him coldly, even if he didn't say a word, it made people understand his rejection.

Gradually, the voices of the Flower Demon Clan members became quieter, and the cubs looked at each other in blank dismay. Teacher An/Elder was indeed Teacher An/Elder, with a face as cold as ice, how could he be tempted?

The man kneeling on one knee gradually became flustered. He looked up at An Qingjue, his blue eyes showed a complete reflection of An Qingjue, as if An Qingjue was the only one in his eyes. ,

"I like you,"

The man stubbornly repeated, "I want to be your partner."

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed, and a moon-white bird appeared at the place where the man had just appeared, with a bunch of flowers in its mouth, it jumped too bouncingly onto An Qingjue's shoulder, and said loudly: "— — chirp chirp chirp! chirp chirp! chirp!"

"You like me too, don't you?!"

An Qingjue's eyes were suddenly in a trance, and the moon-white fluff rubbed against his cheek, making him want to reach out and touch it,

The azure blue eyes are full of his reflection, and the moon-white fluff rubs against his cheek intimately, the distance between them is so close, as if they are a natural pair, they should be together by birth,

An Qingjue was even a little shaken,

A familiar feeling gradually emerged in his heart,

He knew that there was something wrong with his memory, but he didn't know if the moon-white bird in front of him was the one he was waiting for,

An Qingjue looked at the moon-white bird quietly, and the moon-white bird also looked at him quietly, there were crystal drops of water in the blue eyes, as if they would fall in the next second,

An Qingjue frowned deeply,

There was a sudden sense of loss in his heart,

— not it.

His little thing, would never cry like this, his little thing, so arrogant and arrogant, how could he make such an expression?

If you upset that little thing, it will definitely poke him hard with its beak, right?

His little thing, it looks soft and sticky, but it will be happy for him and worry about him, it will rush out to protect him when he is hurt or provoked, and it will choose him in any choice,

He and his little thing lived together in that strange world, and no one knew better than An Qingjue that the little thing that woke up later was no longer a little thing.

His little things were gone.

He can't find him.

His heart ached almost to the point of bleeding, but he didn't show half of it. He knew that his little thing was extraordinary, and he would definitely find his little thing, definitely.

Then, he met a man.

On the day when the little thing had an accident, the man woke up,

He has eyes very similar to Little Things.

Song Changxiu.

It was a man with extremely firm and persistent eyes. He once confessed to him loudly that he had tried to invade/invade his life. and stay,

No matter how the appearance changes, the inside and the soul will never change. He feels the most familiar things on this person's soul,

his little things.

An Qingjue knew very early on that there was something wrong with his little thing's soul, so he deeply remembered the smell of the little thing's soul, and one day, he felt the same smell in another human being.

He had doubts a long time ago, but now, in this illusion, they finally got the answer.

Song Changxiu is his little thing.

An Qingjue felt like he was floating in mid-air, and his people looked at him suspiciously. The moon-white bird was also chirping, and many voices passed through his eardrums, but they failed to reach his heart,

"Qing Jue—Qing Jue—what are you doing?!"

"Teacher An! Teacher An! What's your homework today?"

"Elder An, what's wrong with you?"

"Qing Jue—do you want us now?!"

"An Qingjue!"

"An Qingjue - don't you want people from your tribe?!"

"An Qingjue—you don't want the flower demon clan?!!"

In the void, An Qingjue slowly revealed a smile. This is an illusion, created by You Clan, not real.

His people, his friends, his companions, and his students all disappeared in that catastrophic battle, and he himself died in that catastrophic battle,

An Qingjue of the flower demon clan died a long time ago. Together with his friends, companions, and students, he was buried forever in the ground, never having the chance to open his eyes again.

From the moment he opened his eyes, he was no longer An Qingjue of the flower demon clan,

He is An Qingjue from another world,

He no longer belongs to the flower demon clan, he belongs to...another world.

At that moment, the wind blew violently, and countless screams blew past his ears, but An Qingjue didn't seem to hear it, and closed her eyes calmly until the moment the wind stopped,

Then he saw his little thing,

Oh no, he should be called Song Changxiu.

Song Changxiu is handsome and handsome, with a tall and straight figure, very similar to the people in the illusion, but very different,

An Qingjue couldn't tell the difference.

Then, when he heard Song Changxiu speak, he said in a low voice, "An Qingjue, I like you, do you know that?"

"I know." An Qingjue nodded heavily, staring deeply at Song Changxiu, and after a long while, he said softly, "You said, is it still counting if you are my little thing?"

"I like my little things."

Song Changxiu's eyes lit up completely at that moment.

"Calculate!"