Crazy cute pet: God, don't chase me

"How is it possible! I heard that Xing Jiu'er, the God of God, died under the sword of Jue Zhan, and it is impossible to resurrect..."

"Could it be that the rabbit was made up because Ming Xi misses Xing Jiu'er so much? It doesn't look like it!"

The God of Mingxi ignored everyone's discussion, and only wanted to bring the rabbit in his arms back to Guangxi to find out!

Back then, when I met Xing Jiu'er, it took a long time to feed it with the blood of my heart before it could transform into an elf-like mind. If this rabbit is really Xing Jiu'er, then after raising him, he She must look exactly like Xing Jiu'er! ! !

Ming Xi didn't say much about the myth, he conjured up a knife and stabbed himself in the chest. After a while, a bowl of blood appeared in front of his eyes.

"Come on, little rabbit, drink it quickly!! Grow up quickly!!" God Mingxi fed the blood of his heart into Xing Jiuer's mouth. As expected, ordinary rabbits don't drink blood, only it After smelling the smell of blood, not only did he not dislike it, but he kept sucking it, and the white fluff around his mouth was instantly covered with blood.

Hehe, drink slowly, we still have those who are not in a hurry.

At this time, Mingxi Shangshen's face was slightly pale, alas~ when will it take to raise another Xing Jiu'er? !

Mingxi Shangshen Yanran identified this rabbit as Xing Jiu'er!

As if it was just to come to him, drinking his own blood, hoping to become one with him.

The fate of the sun and the stars, life and death are immortal.

God Mingxi originally thought that Xing Jiu'er would just disappear in the world, without reincarnation, soul, and rebirth.

It seems that there are more unknown things, even he, a god who has lived for an indefinitely long time, doesn't know.

After drinking the blood, Xing Jiu'er fell asleep in Mingxi's arms.

He must be Xing Jiu'er! !Although Xing Jiu'er has no previous memories, there are still many similarities between this rabbit and Xing Jiu'er, such as sleeping when full! !

"Little rabbit! You need to grow up quickly!! I can't wait for tens of thousands of years to see you appear." Mingxi God stroked Xing Jiu'er's white hair.

He can't wait to drain his heart and blood and feed Xing Jiu'er all at once.

I don't know the origin of the love, and the love is deep as long as it goes, what can I do, like a flower and a beautiful family, but I will lose in the end, like the years like water.

Lonely pear blossoms, with a touch of splendor, drift gently and enter the painting with the wind.

Don't love the glitz of the world, don't write about the turmoil of the world, don't lament the desolation of the world, don't provoke love and sorrow, just watch the flowers bloom, wait for the flowers to fall, know the temperature and warmth, and be clean as before.

Whoever understands the lovesickness, who looks forward to the return of the lover, who holds the rouge and tears, who paints the willow and moon eyebrows, who expresses the love and resentment in the song, who thinks about the reincarnation of the red sleeves, and whoever lovesickly pays off, they are all heartbroken.

Years go by, people know, the flowers bloom and the snow melts for another autumn.The blue hair has been replaced with white hair, who knows how many times to look back in this life?

It's hard to let go of love, hard to stay in the heart, the flowers turn into moonlit nights, and they become sand between fingers in a blink of an eye.It's better to forget each other in twos and twos from life to life, and go back to see the faint green mountains, the flowing water, and the end of the world.

Flowers drift by themselves, water flows by itself, a kind of lovesickness, two places of worry.There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart.Over the years, I have dreamed of youthful things, but I only dream of idlers and not the king.

Thousands of years are still like a dream, the past is already vast, and the past is stranded in a dream, and the past is speeding up.

I wish to win the heart of one person, and the white head will not be separated.Once upon a time, the moon fell before the flowers.Today next year, the ends of the earth.

I don't know where it started, and it goes deeper and deeper.The living can die, and the dead can live.Those who are born but cannot die, and those who are dead but cannot be resurrected are not the ultimate in love.

If I have gray hair and old face, will you still be like this, hold my hands and be gentle in the world.

The beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is difficult to pay for several wishes.Ten years of love and longing for thousands of years, I can't bear to miss it if I don't cut it off!

Drinking wine and drinking empty offerings alone, a cup of lovesickness enters the painting.Leaning on the railing to watch the river and listen to the flowing water, who will accompany me to count the falling flowers?