The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Qian Yi froze in place.

"go out."

Until a cold voice sounded, Qian Yi quickly collected his thoughts, bowed and left.

After Qian Yi left, Su Mu was the only one left in the room.

Su Muwei held the piece of letter paper between his fingertips, a hint of joy appeared in his dark eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but slightly curl up.

Did she miss him?

Su Muwei unfolded the letter paper and a few large and elegant characters came into his sight.

The letter read: Stupid fox and coward!

The little expression on Nan Xingchen's face when he said these words unconsciously emerged in his mind.

She is the only one in the world who dares to tease him like this! ?

Still as... quirky as ever.

Su Muwei pursed his thin lips slightly, the corners of his lips curled up quietly, and the letter in his hand disappeared at his fingertips.

The first letter she wrote to him must be kept carefully.

Southern Star...

In the past two months, these three words have come up in his mind countless times. If it is true as what the old ancestor Chiyan said, Nan Xingchen is the emotional calamity of his life, and there is no way to avoid it.

The more I want to forget, the more I become addicted to missing you...

……

That night.

The sky spread out a huge black cloak, covering the earth.

The night breeze is intoxicating, the shadows of the trees are swaying, and the crescent moon hangs in the sky like a wound.

Nan Xingchen was sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating and practicing with his eyes closed.

A black figure appeared outside the window silently.

The corners of his lips were slightly pursed and his jaw was tense, like a sword with its edge hidden, dangerous and charming.

Su Muwei looked through the window at the figure in the house that had been haunting him.

Qian Yi, who was hiding in the dark, saw this scene and shook his head anxiously.

She knew that the Demon Lord often came to visit Nan Xingchen, and he would hide in the dark and secretly take a look at her.

Why does the powerful and cold-blooded Demon Lord act like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees Nan Xingchen?

One word: coward...

However, she could only worry secretly in her heart, and this thought must not be known to the Lord Demon.

Is it true that we will never see each other again in this life? If he really doesn't want to see her, why would he not stay in this peaceful place, so why would he come all the way to this small country?

The Demon Lord's temperament is indeed strange and unpredictable.

Su Muwei's obsidian eyes seemed to be tinged with the tenderness of Cui Yu Hong Xiu, and were also wrapped with three parts of restraint, three parts of forbearance, and a few inexplicable emotions.

The woman on the bed was seriously injured yesterday. Has she recovered? She seems to have lost a lot of weight.

The childish look on Nan Xingchen's cheeks faded away, and became more gentle and charming.

After staring at her for a long time, Su Muwei slowly withdrew his gaze and was about to leave.

call out--

In the dark courtyard, the lights suddenly came on.

The tall figure had nowhere to hide, and Su Muwei's heart tightened, and he didn't know what to do.

"Su Muwei? Are you still planning to be a coward?"

A clear and pleasant sound unexpectedly fell into his ears.

Su Muwei could have used magic to leave, but at this moment his body froze in place.

He concealed all the emotions in his eyes, and his handsome face was as cold as frost.

When their eyes met, his heartbeat inexplicably stopped.

His face remained calm, showing no emotion, and was suffocatingly cold.

Nan Xingchen pouted and complained: "Su Muwei, you and I haven't seen each other for several months..."

Su Muwei ignored her words and asked coldly: "Have you improved your cultivation recently? Have you been lazy?"

Looking at his icy face, Nan Xingchen suddenly felt angry and amused.

She took a few steps forward, closing the distance between them.

The rich aroma from her body hit his nose directly. Smelling this pleasant and familiar scent, Su Muwei's body tensed up and he felt the blood in his body becoming a little restless.

He quickly turned around and stopped looking at her, and was about to find an excuse to leave.

The girl's cool and soft body pressed tightly against his back, and her lotus-like arms wrapped around his strong waist.

"For my brother..."

Su Muwei's pupils suddenly shrank.

The ice in my heart melted into a pool of water after hearing these three words.

He called her softly: "Xing'er..."

Nan Xingchen pressed her cheek against his back and said, "Brother, are you still fond of me?"

The soft and sweet voice of a woman suddenly came, and Su Muwei clenched his hands into fists and stood stiffly.

Do you like her?

His mind never changed from beginning to end.

Naturally it is pleasing to the heart.

He tried many ways to forget her, but all failed in the end. He had never disobeyed the words of the Red Flame Ancestor, but this was the only time he was going to break his promise.

At this moment he had to admit that he, the great Demon Lord, had fallen into the hands of the little girl in front of him.

"I am pleased with Nan Xingchen."

He spoke these few short words in a sonorous and powerful voice, with endless affection wrapped in his slightly cold tone.

As the magnetic and pleasant voice fell into her ears, Nan Xingchen's eyes became slightly moist. She turned in front of him, raised her head, and looked at him with her delicate and picturesque little face.

Nan Xingchen asked: "Is there any sincerity in your love?"

"With all my heart."

"Really?"

"real."

"Su Muwei, it seems that I am also attracted to you."

When saying this, the expression on Nan Xingchen's face was particularly firm and serious.

Su Muwei's body seemed to be struck by lightning. He moved his lips several times, but was too excited to utter a word.

Nan Xingchen lowered his eyelashes slightly and sighed with regret.

"What a pity, we haven't seen each other for so long, I'm not sure if I still like you right now?"

In a split second, Su Muwei's heart seemed to have just gone to heaven, but in the blink of an eye, it was dragged into hell again.

A strong sense of disappointment spread in his heart, and Su Muwei stared at the woman in front of him stupidly.

If he had known her feelings earlier, he would have locked her up by his side even if it meant risking the whole world's condemnation.

The days of missing her really made him feel like years.

Nan Xingchen smiled faintly and looked at him and asked, "Su Muwei, why don't you speak?"

Su Muwei blushed, glanced at her little face, and asked seriously: "Xing'er, can you please me again?"

"Well? I think it's difficult..."

Nan Xingchen smiled at him, and that smile was like the rising sun, bright and dazzling, with a hint of evil charm.

A hint of sadness appeared in Su Muwei's eyes.

After a moment of silence, he said calmly, "Don't be lazy, practice well. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

He turned around and was about to leave.

His arm was suddenly grasped tightly by a cool little hand. Her tender white fingers gently pressed between his fingers, slowly arched, and then with a deft turn, she put her palm against his, with their fingers interlocked.

At this moment of excitement, although neither of them looked at each other, the burning love gathered in their chests seemed about to overflow.

Nan Xingchen's face was full of excitement, and he lowered his voice and said, "Mu, Mu Wei, why don't we give it a try? Maybe I can please you again."

Admire why?

Nan Xingchen seldom called him by his name in such an intimate way.

Su Muwei lowered his eyes and met the woman's pure and sincere gaze, unable to hide the joy on the corners of his lips and eyebrows.

"You are not allowed to persuade me, you are not allowed to refuse, and you are not allowed to escape... No one can say that, not even myself."

Nan Xingchen's voice was overbearing and unreasonable, with a long tail tone, and her voice was sweet, delicate and charming.