Chapter 1325: Brother Shang is getting cold?

Chapter 1325, brother Shang Shang is getting cold?
God Realm, Ninety-Eight Heaven, God Emperor Palace.
In the vast cloud fairyland with dazzling stars, the Palace of God Emperor stands on the suspended sky island, magnificent and magnificent.
The heavenly soldiers guarded everywhere and were heavily guarded.
In the bedroom, there are tens of thousands of ever-bright lights, flickering and uncertain, and veiled curtains fluttering, mysterious and quiet.
Two people were faintly visible lying on the top of the huge pearl.
One man and one woman.
The man's posture is heroic, stalwart and majestic. He sleeps deeply. Even in deep sleep, he relies on the shoulders of a beautiful woman with an extremely quiet pillow. He clasps her ten fingers tightly, and has a hand that embraces her domineeringly. Hold a flat and slender waist that shines with pearly luster.
The woman is too beautiful, her long hair as thick as a waterfall is like the most beautiful silk and satin, the smog brows in the distant mountains are like bones, the tip of the flawless exquisite nose, the enchanting red rose pattern on the collarbone, and the vermilion lips are lightly opened. Beautiful eyes are languid and half-opened, just one glance seems to be able to take away the soul of anyone who is facing her. She is like the most perfect work of the Creator, with the most beautiful skin in the world, in her bones and soul. The kind of beauty that makes people feel beautiful and shocking.
She indifferently allowed the domineering man to lock her psoas, hugging her like a treasure, relying on her to rest in her arms.
She was far away with mist and melancholy beautiful eyes. She didn't know where to look or what she was thinking.
As long as she moved a little bit, the man next to her would wake up, and then confirm that she was still with him before daring to go back to sleep.
She turned around, not wanting the man to sleep.
"It's very heavy..."
Su Ren's low murmur was filled with dissatisfaction, and she rolled over, but shortly afterward, the man's powerful arm was wrapped around again.
"Still not sleeping?"
The man stretched out his arm, let her lie on her back, forcibly locked it in his arms, carefully covered her with a quilt, and asked dumbly.
"Who knows how many women have been on this couch when I am away, too dirty and do not sleep. When you are gone, I will go back to my palace to sleep."
"I have never been the only one, and the child was only born with you. You just want to anger me. You can make trouble with me, but Qinger, don't slander me."
Qing Yaoji ignored Lingtian and turned her back to him, completely not drowsy.
When she was bored, she reached out and touched under the jade pillow, and fumbled for a while, as if looking for something that made her the only fun thing.
But after searching for a long time, she did not find what she was hiding under the pillow.
"How could there not be... I just put it under the jade pillow..."
She was anxious, dressed in a light gauze pajamas like cicada wings, with long fluffy hair, she sat up, looking for something anxiously despite the man's arms around her.
"what happened?"
Lingtian frowned and sat up, seeing Qing Yaoji look flustered and caring.
"Little Silk Book... Little Silk Book is gone..."
With smoke raised her eyebrows, Qing Yaoji looked sad, kneeling down on the couch in despair.
Ling Tian couldn't see the woman in front of him showing such a distressed look, so he got up and accompany her to look for it.
"It's the silk book pamphlet that you never let me read?"
Because Qing Yaoji cast a small spell on it that forbids him to look at it, so even if Lingtian wanted to see it, he couldn't see it. He was always curious about what was drawn in it. She always carried it with her and took it out to look at it when she was fine. Every time I look at it, my brows are gentle and beautiful.
"Hmm..." Su Ren's replied.
"Don't worry, it may be somewhere. I call someone to come in and look for it together, but you must put on your clothes, and then lie down in the quilt and wait for me. You can't let the heavens outside see your appearance." Lingtian Without anger and prestige, pinched Qing Yaoji's chin and shook it to remind.
In the middle of the night, Lingtian was not too troublesome, put on the dragon robe, turned over and got out of bed, put on the skirt robe for Qing Yaoji, wrapped her tightly with the quilt, and did not forget to close the curtain tightly. People see the respect of Qing Yaoji.
"Um... I must find... that's my baby..."
Soon, the heavy soldiers on duty outside the palace entered one after another, and the gangs inside and outside began to return from the void. The Emperor Qing Yao who dominated the gods looked for her little silk book.
In the middle of the night, the teacher moved the crowd, but after searching for a whole hour, it was not found.
One hour in the God Realm is one day in the Human Realm.
"Qing'er, are you sure you remembered correctly, put it under the jade pillow instead of leaving it somewhere else?"
"No." Qing Yaoji honestly wrapped herself tightly. She understood that if the heavens outside saw her dignity accidentally, Ling Tian would be extremely angry, and the anger was quite terrifying.
Qing Yaoji seemed to understand that the little silk book was gone and could not be found.
She sat up, her delicate eyebrows gradually closed up unhappy, and soon, her beautiful face was covered with a haze, covered with frost, and she said that she changed her face.
"Someone must have stolen my things."
"Qing'er! This is my bedroom, who would dare to steal things?"
"Yes!" Qing Yaoji's originally meek and gentle face became colder and colder, she seemed to think who would steal it, her eyes were angry, like a cold and ruthless goddess, cold and horrifying.
"Yes? Who... who dares?"
"Lingshang." Gritting his teeth, resentful beautiful eyes.
"..." Lingtian was stunned, just about to defend his son, but saw Qing Yaoji suddenly stand up, barefoot, jumped off the bed where they slept together, with her shaved heads and her fairy robe curled up.
Outside the hall was bright moonlight and bright stars, but inside the hall was flashing faint yellow candlelight.
Qing Yaoji stood there cold, her beautiful figure converged at the junction of light and dark, and the pearly luster of her skin reflected an extremely cold halo.
"He stole my little silk book! He dared to steal my things!"
The ethereal voice echoed like a nightingale in the palace, Ling Tian was extremely unhappy, because Qing Yao Ji showed her true face, and the heavenly general in the palace saw her true face. Before he was angry, he saw Qing Yao Ji Shun. Then it turned into a white mist of flying petals, disappearing without a trace, he couldn't stop it at all!
Lingtian has always known that this woman, he can't stop it.
Keeping her by her side depends entirely on her thinking or not wanting.
If she doesn't want to, she is like the wind, unable to grasp and restrain.
With her toes, she knew that Qing Yaoji went to Lingshang.
Ling Tian secretly screamed badly, frowning his thick brushed eyebrows, got up proudly, and went after Qing Yaoji.
But when the two of them flew back and forth into the palace of Lingshang, they looked at the empty temple. Qing Yaoji flushed her eyes and picked up the skirt of a male attendant, and asked coldly, "Lingshang!"
"Ling... Prince Lingshang... the lower realm."
The male waiter dared not see Yao Ji clearly, blushing to the root of her neck, in fear.
"The Lower Realm? Where did you go?"
"This...I don't know."
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Human world, the next evening.
Lingshang and Linggui were sitting in the large garden of Mu Lingyuan, bathing the three-headed Hellhound together.
He sneezed violently, his back became cold, his scalp was numb, and he always felt that disaster would happen.
(End of this chapter)