Floating like a dream, live up to your first love

Outside the cloud palace, a man in white stood leaning on the railing, his faint figure was as calm as ever, even though he had lost his fairy body, even if this place had been reduced to a world of demons, he was still as comfortable as walking in a garden.

Walking into him step by step, watching the face she had admired for decades slowly turn around, Hua Qiangu's heart no longer felt the slightest wave of emotion.

"Bai Zihua, what are you doing here?"

Staring at her for a moment, Bai Zihua flipped his palm lightly, and the ten-direction artifact floated in front of him, and said calmly, "Take it, don't let Zhuran go to Xianmen to kill innocent people again."

Eyeballs rolled stupidly, Hua Qiangu chuckled, "Is this a deal? It's a pity that what he does has nothing to do with me."

Looking at her quietly, Bai Zihua's eyes were distant and indifferent, "As a teacher, I just don't want to see more murders caused by you, Xiaogu, turn around, go back with me, you can't do things that kill living beings."

"Go back" she sneered, "Do you think I can go back? Dongfang is dead, Tang Bao is dead, Sister Kill is asleep, I have nothing left, Bai Zihua, at this moment, do you think I can go back?" ?”

You and me, he moved his lips, but he didn't say it after all.

Hua Qiangu didn't say any more, walked in front of him, took Yanshuiyu alone, turned and left.To this day, he still has to teach her to be persuasive and persuasive, but unfortunately, she will never learn his way of being ruthless and desireless.

The belt was pulled, and Bai Zihua's voice was inaudible: "Don't go, Xiao Gu."

Hua Qiangu's heart skipped a beat, and she slowly turned her head to look at him. Once upon a time, her master would have such a helpless expression. Shallow ripples appeared in her numb heart, with a sour feeling.

"Xiaogu, don't go." Bai Zihua raised his head, looked at her with eyes as cold as water, and there was a hint of tenderness in his expression.

There were tears sliding down her heart, but the corners of her eyes were dry. She blinked, and the slight touch was fleeting.

She pulled back her belt ruthlessly, and said cruelly: "You and I have long since severed our friendship, if we come to entangle each other again, I won't worry about the relationship between master and apprentice."

Grace and righteousness are absolute, every time I hear these words, it hurts my heart like a knife.

Bai Zihua's face turned pale, but he shook his head stubbornly, took a step forward, took her hand, and said seriously: "You can't count on what you said, I am the master."

The cold fingers touched his jade-like fingertips, the numb feeling was like a tiny electric current passing through the fingers, Hua Qiangu's fingers trembled slightly in his palm, how long, how long has she not touched such warmth She subconsciously wanted to withdraw her fingers, but Bai Zihua seemed to sense her intentions, closed his palms together, and tightened her grip.

Seeing his serious expression, she was a little amused. Is this cheating?

She tried her best to keep her tone calm, but she still couldn't hide the trembling sound: "Then what you say counts, wait until you drive me out of the teacher's school."

Bai Zihua's lips were tightly pursed, a sullen look appeared on his face, he felt annoyed for no reason, he never gave up on her, why should she belittle herself in vain.

Hua Qiangu's voice suddenly became extremely charming: "If you want to stay and let me play with you," the corners of her lips hooked up, her eyes were like silk, "I'm very happy."

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, the wind was gentle, and white clouds floated under his feet, leaving only the sound of Bai Zihua's deep and angry breathing.

For a long time.

"Okay." A deep voice sounded.

Hua Qiangu froze, stared at him for a long time, met his compassionate eyes, and laughed softly: "Bai Zihua, are you here to influence me? What kind of thoughts do I have for you? Don't you understand?"

Staring at her, Bai Zihua softly uttered a few words: "You can't."

Hua Qiangu was extremely disgusted with his superior and compassionate expression, and sarcastically said: "You are the superior Changliu Shangxian, and I am a demon god who brings disaster to the common people, aren't you afraid of being ridiculed by the world?"

With all his strength to pull back his fingers, Hua Qiangu looked sleepy: "I am tired of this inhuman appearance now, if it wasn't...if it wasn't..."

Fed up with her self-contempt, he interrupted her sharply: "Enough!" He tried his best to protect her, but she didn't want to live at all!

He knew how much Tang Bao's death had dealt her a blow, and the heart in her eyes was as gray as death. How could he not understand her? The expression of no business made him startled, and the despair of having no choice but to live or die was clearly revealed in her eyes. Too thorough, as early as 16 years ago, when Dongfang Yuqing died, she didn't want to live anymore.

What should he do if she dies?

Bai Zihua closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "You can't die."

She laughed more flamboyantly, "Of course I won't die, Ni Mantian is not dead yet, Mo Yan is not dead yet, how can I be willing to die."

"Xiaogu..." Bai Zihua's eyes were filled with sadness.

"Don't call me Xiaogu!" Hua Qiangu suppressed her smile, and took a step forward coldly, with her right hand on the front of his chest and her left hand on his shoulder.

The sudden scent mixed with a familiar smell made him at a loss as to what to do. He stretched out his hand against her shoulder, and Bai Zihua's breathing became slightly disordered: "Xiaogu, no!"

She stepped forward, wrapped his arms around his neck, and mocked: "Didn't you say that I can't?"

The two breathed intertwinedly, and the fragrance on her body became more and more fragrant. Seeing her red lips approaching little by little, Bai Zihua lost his mind.

Silently closing his eyes, he loosened his grip.

After waiting for a long time, the softness that he expected did not come, and he opened his eyes slightly in surprise.

I saw Hua Qiangu staring at him steadfastly, with ridicule in his eyes.

Bai Zihua panicked, just now, he was thinking about why his left arm was slightly hot, what was it?How could he care about her like that

Gently pushing him away, Hua Qiangu ordered in a cold voice: "Zhuran, take him back to my bedroom, and take care of him."

☆、Who would think that the west wind is cool alone, the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed