After a while, Mo Qingcheng finally stopped meditating and stood up.
Looking at Ye Xuanji, there was a dark light flowing in her eyes: "Xuanji, thank you. [Source of this book www.
She hated herself so much that she didn't attack him while he was meditating.
Perhaps - she is not as ruthless to herself as she said...[
Ye Xuanji rolled her eyes and naturally understood what he was thanking her for.
Smiling coldly: "I just don't want to take advantage of others' danger."
And more importantly, if she takes the opportunity to assassinate him, who will ride this cloud?
She loves life very much now and doesn't want to be beaten into a meat pie!
Mo Qingcheng smiled slightly. His mind was exquisite and clear, and he naturally understood what Ye Xuanji was thinking, and he didn't reveal it.
I looked down and saw that the fireworks had just stopped, a few white clouds were floating below my feet, and there was a bright moon in the sky.
The Golden Moon Festival is also called the Reunion Festival, so if he and Xuanji are together tonight, it can be regarded as a reunion between man and moon, right?
Ye Xuanji didn't eat for most of the day and felt a little hungry.
Seeing the bright moon in the sky was like seeing a large egg yolk, and I made a growl in my stomach.
Although the voice was not loud, Mo Qingcheng heard it clearly and looked back at her: "Xuanji, are you hungry?"
Ye Xuanji was about to subconsciously disagree with him, but then she thought about it and said, "Yes, I'm hungry. Send me down to find a place to eat."
As long as she's on the ground, she has nothing to fear.
Until then, she can come and go freely and don't talk nonsense to him anymore.
She was thinking loudly in her mind, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of food on her nose.
A fat, white fruit appeared in front of her.
It was a plump peach, as red as a girl's rouged cheeks, with a faint fragrance lingering in the wind.
Where did he pick such fresh peaches on this cold day?
Another possibility suddenly occurred to me.
This can’t be the Queen Mother’s flat peach, right?” [
She now knows that he is a god, but she doesn’t know what kind of god he is.