Chapter 693: Front dust (1)

A Zhaoti’s request was to let Chong Li stay with him for nine months.
The life of the gods is endless, and the period of January is just a snap.
Chongli does not understand: "Goddess this request, Chongli is easy to do. In order to change a precious dew, isn't the goddess worth it?"
"Neither is nor is it!" Azhao shook his head in a difficult way.
"This dew is very rare for outsiders, and it is nothing but a dead thing for me."
"The stars of the stars have not gone out for a few thousand years, and they have such a look. I only see you, I feel very happy."
Azhao stretched out a finger and shook it gently: "I am happy with a drop of dead for me in January. Do you think it is worth it?"
Chongli did not say that it is worth not worth it.
But he stayed.
......
Azhao feels like an experiencer and a bystander.
Through another person's body, she experienced a life she had no impression at all.
She watched the man named Chongli accompanying Azhao to walk through every part of the Jiuyi Mountain, and walked with her in the sea of ​​Nine Miles, leaning on the ancient tree that gave birth to Azhao. Let's talk about the piano...
The two men, one is the of the unpredictable stars, and the other is the nine-year-old goddess of the gods. When you stay together, even the most demanding gods can't say a word that doesn't come out.
The month of January is indeed as fast as imagined.
As a person who came over, Azhao clearly saw that there was a feeling of love between the two men.
But that Azhao did not speak.
Chongli also did not mention.
When the expiration of January, Chongli would like to take the dew and resign to Azhao.
The two stood on the top of the mountain, and the mountain wind blew the clothes of the two people, and the words were fragmented.
Azhao erected his ears and tried to hear what he said before, but an uncontrollable force came out of the void.
In the next moment, her consciousness was uncontrollable from the Azhao body and fell into a darkness.
......
Starry road.
The sound and shadow of the silver-haired man disappeared.
Xiaozheng Tai of the powder carving jade, also changed back to the white scorpion that shines.
The eyelids trembled and slowly opened their eyes. At this moment, all the changes that occurred in her body, such as the tide, generally faded.
"Marshmallow." Azhao looked at the small group, "I seem to have a dream."
"What did you dream of?"
I don't know if it is an illusion. Azhao always thinks that the cotton candy's throat seems to be with a little cautious expectation.
She tried very hard to recall the content of the dream, but suddenly found that as she opened her eyes, those dreams that should have been in the dream of purpose, like being suddenly expelled to the abyss that no one can find.
No half impression.
She shook her head: "I don't remember."
The "oh" of the lost cotton candy.
"But..." A Zhao looked up at the innocent starry sky and said softly, "It must be a beautiful dream."
She reached out and lifted her heart.
That kind of pure joy and happy people will not deceive.
There is a hunch in A Zhao’s heart.
This dream is definitely not a messy dream.
Although she did not remember, she was sure that in that dream, everything was true to her thought that it was herself.
"Marshmallow." A Zhao suddenly shouted a cotton candy.
"Ah?" Marshmallow slammed back.