Little Fairy Reincarnated Doesn't Love Me How to Break

That's what he asked, and his voice was not low.

All the immortals and fairies in the past looked at him in unison, their eyes were a little shocked, a little inquiring, and a little thoughtful and complicated...

Nie Changjue: "..."

He thought that he was lonely enough, it seems that this Changjue Shangxian has lived for so many years, and he probably hasn't said a few words in total.

I'm afraid it's not a language barrier...

"Of course!" Nie Huaijin shook his hand in front of him, and said in disbelief, "Could it be that you lost your memory?"

Nie Changjue subconsciously shook his head.

Later, realizing that he was in a dream, he glared at him and continued walking.

Huaijin Shangxian: "..." Am I dreaming?

Nie Changjue didn't know what it was like to stare at him, he only saw Chu Guo staring at him, so he learned it just now on a whim.

Chu Guo's staring eyes are also very cute, which must be the reason for his impeccable appearance.

Ok?

Nie Changjue came back suddenly and tugged on Nie Huaijin's sleeve. Nie Huaijin was dragged away by him with a strange expression on his face.

He contemplated for a while before opening his mouth, but he heard Nie Changjue whisper in his ear, "Is there a mirror?"

"..."

Fairy and fairy in the past: "..."

In the end Nie Changjue saw that he made a decision and conjured a mirror out of thin air, and subconsciously wanted to say something, but Nie Huaijin made another decision in time to block his mouth.

This is a real voice communication barrier.

He picked up the mirror, paid attention to the image, and carefully covered it with his sleeve to look at himself quietly: the face in the mirror was like a crown jade, and the features were handsome, with sharp edges and corners and a hint of restraint in the cold, he blinked at his extremely delicate A pair of red phoenix eyes, the person in the mirror also blinked at him.

Sure enough, he still looks like himself.

Although Nie Changjue never cared much about his appearance, he knew that his appearance was first-class since he was a child, otherwise he wouldn't have attracted so much jealousy...

He stopped his thoughts, and just followed Nie Huaijin to continue walking forward, looking at the surrounding things with some curiosity: This is an extremely magnificent and huge building, and he seems to be going to a banquet, and the surrounding specifications are roughly the same as the imperial palace They are different, but the subtle patterns are somewhat different. For example, the engraved pillars are not dragons and phoenixes but hundreds of flowers and herbs. For example, the immortals in the past each wore their own favorite colors of clothes. There is no specific unified requirement for the style of the grade...

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Shangxian Huaijin?"

Nie Huaijin's figure shook slightly.

"You can just call me Huai Jin." When he said this, Nie Changjue always felt that his tone was a bit weird and forced.

But he affirmed his guess, as expected, even the names were the same.

"Fairy Furong came to talk to you again today?" Shangxian Huaijin said suddenly, with a tone of gossip.

"Ah."

Um?Why do I know who Fairy Furong is?

He subconsciously remembered the beautiful fairy with the fragrance of flowers who walked past him just now, and then subconsciously answered Huaijin Shangxian.

"Alas..." Shangxian Huaijin sighed faintly, and said, "When will Sister Fu Rong talk to me?"

His handsome face wrinkled, which made Nie Changjue feel a little funny.

Strangely, in this dream, he had an inexplicable intimacy with Huaijin Shangxian who looked the same as Nie Huaijin.

In fact, from the moment Nie Huaijin took the throne, that is, the year he went to the northern border to quell the rebellion, they had already parted ways.

All the brotherhood, even meager, in the past has all disappeared.

I should hate him, hate him for taking the throne that should belong to me.

He glanced at Shangxian Huaijin who was beside him with a frowning face.

Shangxian Huaijin met his eyes, and his expression became stiff for a moment. What happened to Changjue today...

In the next second, he grabbed Nie Changjue's wide sleeve and clenched it silently, with an excited expression on his face.

When Nie Changjue came back to his senses, he saw the beautiful fairy walking towards him not far away, and everyone around him cast envious or envious or probing eyes at him...

"..." He kept his expression on the surface, but he thought in his heart: So when I led Chu Guo through the long street of the capital that day, the people around me were like this.

In terms of appearance, Chu Guo was on par with this Fairy Furong.

People in the fairy world seem to be extra pure, whether it's from bearing and appearance to cultivation of mind.Including him, in this dream, it seems that it has become a little too simple... Everything is directly on the face.

It's not like a person in the world has countless faces and then whitewashes peace.

This dream is also very good.

Thinking of this, Fairy Furong has already walked in front of them.

The Immortal Huaijin who was beside him clenched his sleeves even tighter, and Nie Changjue seemed to hear him shouting in his heart: Ahhhhh, Fairy Furong is here!Come up to me! !

The hibiscus fairy is just like the hibiscus flower, slender and soft.Like Nie Changjue, she wore a simple white long gown, which outlined her perfect waist without showing much, but it was so beautiful that it was impossible to feel profane.His long ink-like hair was randomly tied up in a bun, except for a white hair band, there was no other decoration.

She also has an extremely pure appearance, her eyebrows, eyes and facial features are all in line with the definition of perfection.So he stood still in front of him, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Shangxian, why don't you sit with me?"

Huaijin Shangxian roared inwardly: Promise her!Promise her!Promise her quickly!

Nie Changjue was about to refuse.

Suddenly, it seemed that another self had spoken.

"No need."

The voice was clear and cold, as if without emotion.