Venerated Venomous Consort

When Emperor Yuyi woke up again, he found a pair of monks in front of him.

The man is dressed in a light green gown with a flowing pattern. The facial features are as deep as the eyes are deep and the temperament is elegant. The folding fan in his hand is like shaking the green mountains and waters. It is the ink.

The woman who is next to him is as beautiful as the most dazzling flower in the world. Her temperament is cold. She wears a long skirt of the same color as the ink, and her eyebrows are thin, and she has a bamboo flute in her hand, which is actually a pity. Her little bird was holding the ink arm of the man, looking at him lying on the stone bed, and the pair of clear eyes seemed curious.

The sight of Emperor Yi’s clothes fell on her arm. As far as he knows, although the soul of the ink scorpion is powerful, it looks like it is a solid body, but it can also make a very powerful trick, but after all, it is a virtual Body, once someone has real physical contact with him, the person either passes through his body, can't touch him at all, or is frostbitten by his soul, and his body is stiff.

But now the two of them are standing there, and there is nothing wrong with Gu Xizhen.

Ink is now an entity! No longer the soul!

The emperor’s eyes were pungent and finally saw this. However, he is not concerned about this now. After he glanced at the ink, he directly condensed his gaze on Gu Xiyu.

Her state is obviously abnormal!

Emperor 拂 拂 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸 眸

Ink smiled: "Nothing, she is the dear wife of the deity, the dear is too late for her, how can she do something to her?" Patted the little hand of Gu Xiyu: "I am sorry, my shoulder hurts a bit..."

Gu Xizhen immediately showed the color of tension, took him to sit down on a stone bench, stood behind him and shouldered his shoulders diligently, and the small fists fell together, the strength was not light, the ink was slightly mixed The eyes look very enjoyable.

Emperor's eyes fell on the small fist of Gu Xiyu, watching her fall together, thin lips and tight iron!

Ink opened his eyes and looked at the emperor's clothes in a fun way. He looked more white when he looked at him. He smiled and turned his head and told Gu Shi: "I am a little thirsty..."

Gu Xizhen immediately turned and ran out: "I am going to give you tea."

Emperor's clothing: "..."

He looked at Moore coldly: "You used medicine for her! Ink, you promised never to hurt her! You are not afraid to swear?"

Ink slammed his sleeves slowly: "The deity just washes away all her memories. Her previous memories are too bad and will make her suffer. Now it is just like this, she is a brand new person. And I only like me, just care about me. The deity does not harm her. On the contrary, her body is still very healthy, and she is happy every day. Isn’t this the best for her?”

Good fart! Now that Gu Xizhen is like a robot, he doesn’t have his own thinking. Is this good?

Ink smiled and looked at him: "I don't see where I am different from the Emperor's clothes."

Emperor's clothes closed his eyes slightly: "Wearing a stinky skin, what is worthy of your happiness?"

Ink: "..."

After a moment of hard work, Gu Xizhen walked in with a set of tea sets, and even picked up a red mud stove, sitting there and actually started to kungfu tea. She lowered her eyebrows and every procedure was done very seriously, as if at this time she had only one tea in her life.