sweeping the empire every day

It was the best weather of the day.

The breeze is blowing slowly, the sun is soft and warm without stinging, and the juice of spirit flowers and grasses around is mixed with the fragrance of spiritual power. The moon-white bird is lying on An Qingjue's hand, its soft fluff It trembled slightly, making his palms itch slightly,

The strong aroma of grilled lamb chops swayed quietly in the courtyard with the wind. Song Changxiu stopped the fire and walked to An Qingjue's side, quietly watching the moon-white bird with him.

The moon-white fluff is a little sparse, but the color is very nice, with a faint luster, and it is neatly groomed. It sticks to the body obediently, which shows that it has been well taken care of.

Song Changxiu was sitting next to An Qingjue, and together they were waiting for the moon-white bird to open his eyes, as if they were the newlyweds who were expecting the cubs to open their eyes.

Thinking about that scene, Song Changxiu was a little shamefully cute.

I don't know if the two people's expectations for the moon-white bird reached a consensus. The little moon-white bird didn't lie quietly in An Qingjue's palm like it did at the beginning. On the contrary, it started to move. From the fluff to the limbs, to the soft beak and small face, the closed eyelids also began to move,

Both An Qingjue and Song Changxiu breathed lightly. They stared at the limp bird wholeheartedly, expecting him to open his eyes.

The shared emotion for the same creature brought the two of them closer in an instant, and the ice in An Qingjue's eyes softened a little.

As if guided by their spiritual power full of joy and expectation, the eyes of the moon-white bird slowly opened. The beautiful sky blue eyes were clear and boundless, as beautiful as the sky, covered with a layer of beautiful water light, He blinked his gem-like eyes that were shining with water, and called out softly, "Chirp..."

The voice was thin and soft, but its eyes were looking at Song Changxiu. It struggled to get up from An Qingjue's hand, and staggered towards Song Changxiu. Walking towards Song Changxiu, he grabbed the corner of his clothes with his tender beak, and said vaguely: "... Chirp... Chirp..."

Song Changxiu looked at the moon-white cub with a little helplessness. It looked so small and so weak. He had never been in contact with such a weak creature, and because it was the creature that his sweetheart liked, he was afraid that he might accidentally kill it. What happened to the cub, which aroused dissatisfaction and disgust from my sweetheart,

An Qingjue faintly felt that something was wrong, and saw that the moon-white bird was getting closer to Song Changxiu, and those sky-blue moist and shiny eyes were full of ignorance and dependence, as if a cub had found his mother, so attached,

Is this his little thing?

Song Changxiu looked at the soft little creature helplessly, coughed lightly, looked at An Qingjue and said, "This is...?"

"It regards you as its mother." An Qingjue said indifferently.

"...What?!" Song Changxiu almost suspected that he was hallucinating.

An Qingjue raised her eyebrows, looked at Song Changxiu's very unsightly expression, only felt a small part of the depression in her heart, and then smirked: "Yeah, it regards you as a mother, and it is attached to you. I admire you and want to be close to you."

After all, he narrowed his eyes, this is not his little thing, he thought.

How could his little thing recognize others as his mother?

His little thing is obviously only willing to get close to himself.

"Are you unhappy?" Song Changxiu didn't care about the little cub who was pulling his collar, he was very sensitive to An Qingjue's emotions, "You expect it to open its eyes so much, are you unhappy now?"

An Qingjue was silent for a moment, his black hair was blown by the breeze, he turned his head to look at the little moon warbler, which grabbed Song Changxiu's sleeve with its beak, eager to get close to Song Changxiu, An Qingjue's My heart sinks a little bit,

His little thing never likes to pull things up, it takes too much effort, the smart little thing always pushes down, pokes down, so it takes no effort,

After sleeping for a few days, can even habits be changed?

"Do you believe that there are eternal things in this world?" An Qingjue asked back, he seemed to be talking to Song Changxiu, but he didn't seem to, "Do you believe that there is something in this world that will always be by your side?"

"I believe it." Song Changxiu gave the answer very quickly. He said it sonorously and firmly, as if the truth was moving forward.

An Qingjue was a little funny, Song Changxiu's answer was too firm and forceful, "Then tell me,"

"In this world, what will last forever?"

He used to think that the Flower Demon Clan would last forever, and that everyone would think of the clan, even if they were usually cold and vicious, but it was for the good of the clan after all; but some clansman betrayed, otherwise he wouldn't have died like this at the beginning awful;

He used to think that even if he died, he would protect all the cubs under the flower demon tree of the flower demon tribe, and he would never leave the flower demon tribe; but now he is in another world, a world without flower demons. world;

He also thought that the little thing would always be with him, and he would be with him; but now, is the moon-white bird in front of him, who has never even glanced at him, really his little thing?

Really, is it?

"I," the man's steady and powerful voice rang in An Qingjue's ear, An Qingjue narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked over, the man's eyes were looking directly at him, the sky-like dark blue had an indescribable Deep and deep, his expression and eyes are very serious, he paused every word: "I like you."

An Qingjue smiled, time is so long, how long can liking last?

In the past, the little thing loved him the most, but now, it never glanced at him, acting like a baby beside another person,

He suddenly remembered the scene he had noticed before, the strange feeling was only for a moment, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

There seems to be something wrong with the soul of the little thing.

"My love for you will never change, my love for you is as it is today, I will always be with you, no matter pain and despair, or joy and joy, I will face and share with you together;"

"Everyone in the world may leave you, but I won't;"

"Everyone in the world will change their feelings for you, but I won't;"

"I will be your partner, and in this capacity will always be with you, even death will not part us,"

"An Qingjue, are you willing to accept my pursuit?"

The man's eyes were like the deepest ocean, like the most vast sky, and he looked straight at him.

An Qingjue laughed suddenly, and he raised his head. Although he was half a head shorter than Song Changxiu, his majestic aura was not inferior to him at all. Like every king, he had eyes that looked at the world. He said: "Why should I Promise?"

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