Chapter 501

On the coast of the East China Sea, the girl took small steps to keep up with the pace of the boy again.

"Brother Mo, wait for the song!"

The youth slightly sideways eyes: "why do you want to follow me all the time?"

"You saved me. Who else can I follow if I don't?" The girl pretended to be aggrieved.

The young man's heart "clattered" for a while, still calm and asked: "where is your home, I'll take you back."

"My home."

Qingge bit his lower lip and pointed to the direction above, but he didn't know how to explain it.

The young man was stunned and sighed in his heart: "your family is gone?"

"Well, sort of." Qingge's answer is ambiguous.

All of a sudden, the young man felt pity and love. It seemed that he didn't expect that such an outgoing girl had no family.

"Brother mo." Qingge comes forward, drags his clothes and pleads, "Ge'er can't go back. Do you have the heart to see Ge'er homeless?"

Then he cast a pitiful look at him.

This time, he wavered.

The young man stretched out his finger bone to touch her hair, but his action stopped in mid air.

He himself is in prison and besieged on all sides. What can he do to protect her?

So, the youth did not agree to her words, self-care in front of walking, indifferent way: "you go."

"I'm not going." Qingge tone stubborn, "I will follow you, where you go, I will go!"

"Whatever you want."

The young girl smiles, right when he is promised himself, then happily followed up.

Qingge followed him to see the whole colorful world, the mountains and rivers, the clouds and the clouds.

She did not know that the young man's home in the East China Sea, just to accompany her to travel the world, although all the way is cold face, but never refused to let her follow.

They have traveled all over the world, eight wastelands and five capitals, entered the secret places together, seen the sea of flowers, visited the bustling city, visited the auction house, and met dangerous monsters.

Along the way, Qingge had a good time and sighed: "I didn't expect that there were so many interesting things in Wanjie."

"Are you not from the world?" the boy asked

Qingge laughs but doesn't answer his words.

After her teasing all the way, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei, Pei Pei Pei, Pei Pei Pei Pei, Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei, Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei, Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei Pei.

He also began to feel warmth.

Although just a strange girl, but gave him no one has given him warmth.

It's like a dream.

If he can, he also wants to guard this innocent girl.

Suddenly one day, Qingge was tired of playing, so he leaned on his shoulder and asked, "brother Mo, where is your home?"

"The East China Sea."

In front of Qingge's eyes, "I've never been to the East China Sea. Why don't brother Mo take me back?"

He hesitated for a moment and said, "OK."

So the boy took her back to the East China Sea, back to the king's palace, and hid as a maid.

Although he is the prince of the chimaera, his mother is a quiet person and has not much status in the chimaera palace.

Therefore, he did not intend to stay in Qingge for too long, worried that he could not protect her, worried that she would also be wronged.

But Qingge doesn't want to leave. She is willing to be a little maid in the king's palace. Even in the daytime, she can hide. Even in the evening, she can see brother Mo for a moment.

As long as she can see her youth every day, she will be satisfied.

In order to hide people's eyes and ears, Qingge sleeps in the small firewood room in the courtyard. Although it is broken and small, it is clean and warm by him.

She said, "where brother Mo is, I am."

In the original family, all she realized was intrigue and boundless coldness.

Only when she is around a teenager can she know what warmth is like.

She probably didn't know that as a teenager, she was the only light and the only warmth.

In the daytime, there are many people in the courtyard. Every night, the boy sneaks into the wood room to see her, give her food, watch the stars and sunrise with her.

In front of the young man, she always has no scruples, nibbling at the chicken leg without any image, opening her greasy little mouth and opening her mouth vaguely

"Brother Mo, are you an immortal?"

"What are you talking about?" The boy was angry and rolled her eyes.

Qingge smiles: "because you are just like the gods in the sky. You eat very little every day."

The boy was silent.

"However, the immortals in the sky don't need to eat every day, but you are not an immortal. If you eat such a little every day, you will be hungry."

"Well." He answered a word carelessly.

"Brother Mo, in the future, will you have dinner with Ge'er every night?" She asked hopefully.

"Haven't I been with you all the time?"

"That's you watching me eat." Qingge Yingying smile, "I eat so much every day alone, I'm very embarrassed, if someone accompany me to eat together, I will be very happy."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qingge pulled the young man's clothes and asked, "is it OK?"

The young man lowered his eyes, looked at her greasy hands, and made his white clothes dirty.

Qingge, aware of his eyes, quickly takes back her hand and sucks the oil on her finger.

She forgot that brother Mo has a habit of cleanliness.

Who knows, the youth did not have any sense of blame, light should be her word: "good."

He agreed.

The tone of promise is also very gentle.

Qingge is as happy as honey.

She came closer, looked at the boy's clear ink eyes, and said in a low voice, "in fact, I just wanted to say that you are more beautiful than the immortals in the sky."

In a word, it's numb to the bottom of my heart.

Young lips slightly hook, chuckle voice, as if unable to help.

The rising radian of lips is as beautiful as the warm winter sun, the bright moon and the clear snow.

Qingge was stunned and immediately moved her heart: "brother Mo, are you smiling? You have a good laugh

Hearing this, the boy was flattered. The smile on his lips stopped and he became as calm as ever.

Before he can say anything, Qingge suddenly leans forward and kisses his lips.

The smell of drumsticks, in the tip of the nose circulation.

He has a habit of cleanliness. If, on weekdays, a girl eats chicken drumsticks so greasy that she kisses him before she wipes her mouth, he must be disgusted.

But I do not know why, this girl, he did not want to push away the feeling, even, want to hold her.

The heart beat faster, and the mind in my heart was in a moment of confusion, like a fawn, nervous.

He wanted to hold the girl, and his phalanx was hanging in the air, but he couldn't help it.

Struggling for a long time, he took the initiative to loosen the girl's lips, light way: "Mo Qingge, do you know I do not know shame?"