Chapter 267: The Cold Immortal Venerable Is Crazy (32)

Stretching out his jade-like fingers, he poked the child's fair forehead.

"Try what, you are only so old, don't look for trouble all day long."

There was a slight smile on the girl's Yaomei face, and she said softly: "This is called a kiss, and it can only be given to the most beloved person... Do you understand?"

The child nodded thoughtfully.

……beloved?

I don't quite understand.

But after touching the forehead that was a little sore from being poked, the little silver-haired beauty covered her head, looked at Fu Yue again accusingly, walked away aggrieved, and the corner of the snow-colored clothes flashed by.

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Recently.

Shen Yun gradually discovered one thing, his spiritual power seemed to have returned, although it was only four or five levels, it was enough.

He can make Fu Yue remember everything before.

In this way, this illusion can be broken.

...

He raised his hand and pushed open the door of the bedroom.

The child raised his delicate face and looked around, looking for the familiar figure.

Then his eyes fixed on the soft couch, made of jade, covered with soft and warm blankets.

The girl sleeping on the soft couch closed her eyes deeply, her thick eyelashes curled up like a small fan, her red lips were pursed, it could be seen that she was not sleeping very peacefully.

The silver-haired little beauty gathered up the pure white dress, walked slowly over with a light step, and by some strange coincidence, he didn't wake Fu Yue up.

Climb onto the soft couch.

Shen Yun blinked her beautiful big eyes, then raised her hand to touch the girl's face, her eyes rested on her soft and red lips.

Kiss, can only be reserved for the most beloved person?

In his long and boring life, Shen Yun didn't understand what kind of emotion love is, but he knew that Fu Yue was different.

Although I don't know much about love, I want to go to you.

Putting her white hands on the soft blanket, the little silver-haired beauty gradually lowered her head, and her cherry red lips were printed on the girl's thin lips.

Kissed softly.

When he raised his head again, a slight blush had already appeared on the child's fair face, and he raised his little hand to cover his heart.

Heart beats fast.

There was a trace of bewilderment in Shen Yun's eyes.

he won't die, will he?

In addition to the guilty conscience and helplessness after the sneak kiss, but more, I still couldn't control the joy and embarrassment.

The little beauty's long eyelashes are dense and black, shaking and shaking, making people want to touch them.

Fu Yue fell into a deep sleep.

She frowned, opened and closed her red lips, and uttered two words clearly.

"Junheng..."

The emotions contained in these two words are very complicated, making it hard to understand.

Shen Yun froze in place.

Staring at Fu Yue without blinking, he seemed to be stunned.

Junheng? Who is Junheng?

A question came to his mind, and the silver-haired little beauty's cute face flashed a bit dazed and uncomfortable. He pursed his cherry red lips, lowered his long eyelashes, raised his hand and pinched a formula, and let Fu Yue Sleep more deeply.

Then put his consciousness into Fu Yue's dream.

...

"clank--"

The heavy snow is flying, and the sound of the piano is lingering, as if a fairy song is hovering, and the clank is not broken. Following the sound of the piano, gradually, I saw a vague figure from the back, slender and cold.

The top of the barren mountains and snowy mountains.

It's snowing all over the sky, and the sound of the piano is clanging.

Dianthus green platform, copper stove for incense.

The snowy ridge is long and boundless, and the back of the man with long hair and shawl is lonely, as if he is the only one left in the whole sky.

A long piano is placed horizontally, and a lonely shadow sits upright.

picturesque.

...

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yun gradually lowered his eyes.

man?

This is that Junheng?