"Is it that simple?" Han Mengxiao pouted, obviously not believing it.
Fairy Qianbi stretched out her finger and poked Han Mengxiao on the forehead: "It's that simple, you girl, what are you thinking about all day long?"
"I was thinking," Han Mengxiao tilted her mouth and gave an evil smile: "Sister Qianbi, do you have the King of the Spirit Tribe in your heart?"
At this moment, staying with Fairy Qianbi, Han Mengxiao seemed to have really forgotten the deep hatred in her heart. She also did not remember that the man who caused her to suffer for two lives was also in Fairy Qianbi.
"So what if there is or not." There was obvious sadness in Fairy Qianbi's eyes: "His heart is full of only one person."
Fairy Qianbi looked at Han Mengxiao and saw worry on her face. She smiled and said: "Sister Qianbi, I will not force love. Besides, whether I love or not is all my own.
If I want to love him, then I will love him, and I won’t care about anyone or anything. If I don’t love him, I won’t love him. It’s fine to live a free and unrestrained life by myself!”
"Sister, what you said is so good!" Han Mengxiao praised sincerely.
It seems that Sister Qianbi really has Xuanyuan in her heart. She admires Sister Qianbi very much for her temperament in taking things up and letting them go. Unlike her, she...
Thinking of herself, Han Mengxiao's cheerful face instantly darkened.
The man who disappeared at the mountain gate told her that he could come to Qianbi Fairy Mountain himself, so why did he force her to come with him?
Is there something else to use her for?
At this time, in a valley in Qianbi Fairy Mountain, Ye Hua was sitting on a piece of bluestone, quietly waiting for the herbs in front of him to bloom.
It is a herb with a transparent body. You can clearly see the flowing silvery white highlights in the branches and leaves. The leaves as big as futons are glowing with light. In the middle is a flower as big as a bowl, tightly packed with petals of seven colors.
The calyx is also attached to the outside of the petals, and there is no sign of opening yet.
A hint of fragrance floated in the air, and after a soft light flashed, Xuanyuan Yi, dressed in white, stood in front of Ye Hua.
"Ye Hua." Xuanyuan Yi raised his eyes and glanced at the herb, then turned his gaze back to Ye Hua: "My business..."
"Don't worry, I won't break what I promised you." Ye Hua originally had his eyes closed, but now he opened them a little and said lightly. He glanced at Xuanyuan Yi in front of him and said, "But I am
I don’t know, but you are now the king of the Spiritual Tribe.”
"Mortals say that if you lose something, you will reap the mulberry tree in the east. Maybe it would be more suitable to use it on me." Xuanyuan Yi walked over and sat down next to Ye Hua.
"If Xuanyuan Ye doesn't become the king of Xuan Kingdom, you can't do it. Are you going to watch Xuan Kingdom fall?" Ye Hua thought for a while and asked again.
"Of course there are people to manage the affairs of the world. Xuanzun and I are just passers-by." Xuanyuan Yi replied.
Then, the two of them were speechless.
The mountain breeze blew gently and gently, touching their faces. If anyone passed by, they might think that this is a really good painting.
Under the moonlight, in front of the fairy flowers and grass, a man in purple and a man in white, their robes flowing, have the same expression.
"she……"
"she……"
After an unknown amount of time, the two of them spoke at the same time, and then looked at each other.
Xuanyuan Yi laughed twice and said, "You say it first."
Sighing slightly, Ye Hua looked at the medicinal materials in front of him: "Is she okay now?"