MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit-Chapter 2713 first sight (9)

  Chapter 2713 The first sight of the first sight (9)

   "Okay...don't want to, sleep well."

  She didn't know what he cared about, she coaxed him while being sleepy.

   "Sleep, good boy."

   "..." Jiang Ning was silent and did not make a sound.

   only hugged her quietly.

  She patted him gently, closed her eyes, and said in a low voice, "In short... between us, there is fate..."

   "Maybe, it's fate..."

  Jiang Ning quietly recalled the dream just now.

   wanted to answer, but unfortunately, the content of the dream was too fragmented, and he still couldn't sort it out.

   Unable to answer, he could only hum slightly.

  After a long while, the person in his arms was breathing more evenly, and he was unconscious again.

  Just like her in the dream, heartless and ignorant.

  Jiang Ning pinched her face and sighed softly.

   "Silly girl."

   Fortunately, I met him.

   Fortunately, she is safe and sound and has not been injured.

  He hugged her tightly, lost in thought.

  Long time.

  …

  …

  …

   "My lord, that little demon from **** is making trouble again."

  Under the old and towering peach trees, the petals fall lightly, and the breeze blows the Buddha.

  The God of Medicine is dressed in green clothes and a red net coat, with white hair and a vicissitudes of beard.

  Hunchbacked, sitting on a soft cushion, with a sad look on his face.

  He was so worried that even the green grass growing on his head fell down, listless.

  Peach blossoms fell from the tree and fell on his white hair.

  The warm sun was shining on the ground, and he played chess with his pieces, but his mind was not on the chessboard.

  As soon as a piece is placed, the situation on the chessboard changes.

  The God of Medicine was at a disadvantage.

   Opposite him, the unparalleled son of a god, with slightly bent jade white finger bones, fell into the chess dowry.

  Twist up a shiny sunspot, tap lightly.

   Take it easy.

"you lose."

  Young master's voice is warm and light, the snow-colored fingertips are slightly loose, and the sunspots fall back into the chess set.

   There is a wind blowing, gently shaking the petals and leaves falling on the ground.

  The peach fragrance is all over the sky, as if even the chess board is also stained with such a quiet and elegant taste.

  It was deserted.

  The pink of peach blossoms cannot catch the warm and flawless whiteness of his sleeves.

  His eyebrows and eyes are clear and elegant, and his purple eyes are deep and faint.

  The God of Medicine with a sad face finally returned his attention to the chessboard, "Ah...yes, the little one lost again..."

   If you don't focus on the game, you will naturally lose.

  He clasped his hands, bowed his head, "The chess skills of adults are superb, and it is really hard for small ones to match."

  The cool and elegant **** lowered his lingering eyelashes, calm and gentle, "It's just a moment of luck."

  Never arrogant or impetuous, he never takes it for granted.

   "If you have something on your mind today, you will inevitably be careless."

   "It appears that..."

   "That little demon is indeed a bit naughty."

  God understands that Yu Wuxia's hand landed on the chessboard and collected the chess pieces.

  Brows and eyes are light, and the tone is as gentle as spring breeze.

  When Yaoshen heard this, he immediately opened the gate and vomited bitterly, "Yes, my lord, that little demon—"

   "The little demon is not naughty at all, she did it on purpose!"

  Finally able to narrate, Medicine God can't wait to count all the crimes of that monster, every detail.

"A few days ago, she ran into my temple, not only used illusion to turn into a handsome boy to tease my medicine boy, but also... coaxed my medicine boy to hand over all the fairy medicines left in the temple with sweet words. come out!"

   "All the medicine boys in my temple were played around, the stove was burned down, and the medicinal materials were robbed seven or eight times. That smelly girl even wanted to set fire to my medicine temple—"

  The more you talk, the more angry you become, and the more you talk, the more heartbroken you become.

  (end of this chapter)