Chapter 273 Empty Chapter (skipable)

"Come here." On Sunday, Xianjun raised his eyebrows and waved his hand.

Well, I thought it was her rhubarb, and waved over. Zuo Zixin said goodbye to her head, held her chest in her arms, pretended not to see it, and continued to stand still.

Unexpectedly, where is the husband?

Sunday Xianjun is a fairy king. How can Zuo Zixin, a small golden fairy, resist? He waved his big hand and only heard Zuo Zixin's soft cry. She had fallen into the enemy's hand.

Her waved hand was firmly held by him, and even her feet were clamped. Zuo Zixin blushed and said, "Let go of me."

Didn't you find that this posture is very ambiguous?

The legendary dry wood is nothing more than that when it meets a fire. According to the law of the heroine, it is essential to have a big play after the hero and heroine are separated and reunited. Her mind is messy and she doesn't know what she is thinking, but the only thing for sure is that she still likes this person.

Although she said that her favorite person hurt me the most, she was too deeply into the play.

Zuo Zixin frowned tightly and frowned, and her lips were sometimes slightly squeezed and sometimes raised because of the thoughts in her head. Because of the bride's makeup, she applied honey on her lips, and the close distance is even more **.

Sunday Xianjun's face changed, and the damn woman dared to be distracted. He lowered his head and bit the full red lips fiercely. The feeling of numbness finally made Zuo Zixin recover.

"Ah" As soon as she opened her mouth to say something, a small snake slipped in, grabbed the tip of her tongue and danced together.

Zuo Zixin sighed, narrowed her eyes slightly, hugged Sunday Xianjun's head with her backhand, and then pulled the jade crown, and her head hung down with blue silk. Several wisps of mischievously swept between her neck, which disturbed her heart itch.

Finally, their lips separated, and the silver silk slowly thinned in the air, and finally disappeared. They also became breathless.

"Oh." Zuo Zixin covered her chest and half narrowed her eyes. The kiss just now made her face as beautiful as a hibiscus flower. "Aren't you lost your memory?"

That smile is like a fishy fox.

"Good boy." Sunday Xianjun sighed and stroked her head. When he touched the red flower on his head, his eyes changed, and then the red flower was thrown out of Xianjun's mansion fiercely.

"Oh, that's so angry." Zuo Zixin raised her eyebrows. It turned out that she was still a jealous jar.

However, her eyes suddenly turned, stepped back two steps, and turned flat, "Do you think my bridal dress looks good? Well, this is the first time I've worn something like this.

Well, the time I married Gu Yue, I was directly ignored by Zuo Zixin, and the clothes I married Shangyang Jun were not as good-looking or so lively, and I was also ignored.

Well, to sum up, she only wore the bride's clothes once.

However, looking at his appearance, she decided to take a little revenge on him.

So, the bad-eyed Zuo Zixin covered his stomach and sweated profusely with pain. Sunday Xianjun really thought that something had happened to Zuo Zixin and hugged her, "What's wrong?"

"I have a stomachache." Zuo Zixin kept sweating, and tears were constantly flashing in her eyes.

Sunday Xianjun took him into the room, gave her a fairy spirit, and then rubbed her stomach.

Zuo Zixin enjoyed the service of the Sunday Xianjun while observing his appearance. Hey, that's too serious.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long."

She has always been surprised that she inexplicably forgives Sunday Xianjun. Well, it's really strange. Whether in the previous life or this life, Sunday Xianjun is the stinky man who betrayed himself.

When cultivating the real world, he pierced his chest, although this was arranged by the two in advance. However, his indifferent eyes really hurt her and made her hate him to death.

In her previous life, she was Hua Zun, who was the damn Sunday fairy who lost her memory and killed her. Normally, she should hate him, shouldn't she?

But why can't I hate it?

When she met him again, all hatred disappeared, leaving only a long-term admiration, thinking about how to be with him.

Sunday Xianjun is the demon in her heart. When she meets him, she doesn't care about anything.

Probably, it is also their traceability, otherwise how could she get here and be in love with him for a lifetime?

Their reconciliation is really absurd, oh, in fact, life is very absurd, and love is even more absurd.

Some people are happy and some people are worried. The Narcissus has not been doing well these days, and he has made himself like a sloppy uncle in just a few days. The face is haggard, the beard is messy, and the clothes are not neat...

In fact, as long as the above things do not appear in the public area, there is nothing, but the Narcissus will go out for a walk, which is embarrassing, so that everyone in the fairyland knows that his bride has been robbed.

Well, in fact, people in the fairyland have known it for a long time.

He wandered to Xiao Zhoushan, wandering outside the boundary of Zuo Zixin, crying like a masterless soul.

"Wow..... Xinxin..."

Narcissus cried and shouted Zuo Zixin's name, and matched his tone, which sounded strange.

For good, there is no fairy family in Xiaozhou Mountain, otherwise, if you hear the call of the water fairy in the middle of the night, you will not be scared.

"Fourth brother, are you promising?" The girl pointed to the daffodil, put her hand in her waist, and gritted her teeth with hatred.

Narcissus shook her head and answered honestly, "No."

"..." The girl grabbed the collar of the daffodil, which was obviously much shorter than the daffodil, but she raised it up. "Bad Narcissus, I tell you, don't think you're my fourth brother, I dare not beat you. Believe it or not, I'll beat you to a pig's head.

Why does she have such a promising brother?

"Bighten it." Narcissus swung on her back and broke the jar. It doesn't matter.

"You..." The girl raised her fist, but she still couldn't do it. She pushed Narcissus and snorted coldly, "No wonder I don't like you. Even I don't like you like this."

"Do you think she would like me if I didn't?" Narcissus seemed to grab something and grabbed the girl's hand in surprise.

The girl nodded and then took two steps back. She was scared just now.

So, the daffodils raised their arrogant heads as if they had discovered a new continent and disappeared in front of the girl.

After listening to the little sister's words, the Narcissus suddenly felt enlightened. I went home and took a hot bath and had a good sleep. The next day, I ran to the house of the Sunday Fairy under the strange eyes of the family.

Well, he will not dislike Xinxin. No matter what she becomes, he will like her.

The narcissus was neatly dressed, stood firmly outside the fairy's mansion, found a place at the gate, and took the opportunity to squat down. Therefore, the immortals couldn't help but sympathize with the water fairy.

It is not a secret that the Sunday fairy robbed his marriage, but it is known to everyone in the fairyland. As the unlucky man, the daffodils who were robbed of their daughter-in-law, they sympathized and sympathized.

Who made him the Sunday fairy?

It is also reasonable for the water fairy to commit the crime in the hands of the Sunday fairy king.

Everyone shook their heads. What an infatuated son. Now many days have passed, and the raw rice has been cooked. Don't wait any longer. A kind-hearted fairy came forward to comfort him and was righteously driven away by Narcissus.

So, the infatuated Narcissus went away, causing the fairies to be empty. Narcissus is absolutely infatuated and has become the best son-in-law for immortals in the fairyland.

Some people took the opportunity to ask the Juling couple about Narcissus. As soon as the Juling couple, who had been distressed about the marriage before, knew their intentions, turned sadness into joy and wanted to pack the daffodils away.

However, the girl is intentional. Lang is ruthless. Narcissus has a glass heart and is still worried about Zuo Zixin. How can she marry again? In Shuixian's own words: There is only one person in the fairyland who can make my heart no longer like a pool of stagnant water, and that person is only Zuo Zixin. No matter how long I wait, I will definitely wait for her to change her mind.

The words of Narcissus not only did not dispel the indisaggeration of the female immortals, but also made them turn into tigers and stare at Narcissus tigers. Narcissus was an unintentional move, but it moved the soft hearts of the fairies.

How many people in the world are willing to wait for you, just for your inadvertent turn around.

The fairies also insist that there are several infatuated men in the world. One day, I will disturb him with the spring water and enjoy his white head.

How long did the narcissus wait? He doesn't even remember himself. Gradually, dirt appeared on his body, and the cloth turned into ash, which was faintly popular, and finally turned into a wife's stone.

At the beginning, he would perform dirt removal on himself, but slowly he was too lazy to move and only looked at the door. He seemed to see the beautiful and playful figure through the gate.

"Ha, that means you like me."

His soul has gone with her.

The water girl has also come several times, and they all hate to scold him, and every time they scold Narcissus like dog blood. After scolding her dry mouth, she found that her fourth brother did not listen to her at all and only looked at the door attentively.

The little sister was so angry that she pointed to the door and scolded again. At that young age, she had the demeanor. Occasionally, the immortals pretended not to see anything, but they sighed in their hearts: Hey, I'm afraid no man in the fairyland dares to marry her.

No matter how much Shui Xiaomei scolded, the door was still closed and there was no sound. It was like a fist hitting the cotton and she didn't know where to go.

Gradually, the water girl didn't come.

The people of the Shui family came several times and failed to make Narcissus go home successfully. So, Juling Xianjun Jinkou: Let him die in front of the door on Sunday, so as not to lose my face.

The birds of the fairyland chattyly on the stone carvings in front of the fairy palace. They jumped on him, pecked around, and solved the Lazar problem on him.

A fairy's pet came out to let go, saw the strange stone carving, sniffed with a black nose, and then left a mark on him.

After a glass heart was broken, the poor narcissus was actually bullied by small animals. Although he didn't want to move, his fairy spirit was enough to keep the pets away, just because he offended a narrow-minded man. He cast a spell on Narcissus early to make him unlucky, and the tiger fell to Pingyang and was bullied by dogs.

Although the narcissus is a decline, it can't stop the strong admiration of the fairies. In the eyes of the fairies, those filths are a manifestation of daffodils' infatuation, and their admiration for him has not decreased but increased.

The narcissus has been waiting outside the door for about a hundred years, and the Sunday fairy and narcissus have never appeared in this century. Good people guess, is it that Sunday Xianjun is closed or went out?