Arrogant Snake King: Snake Concubine, give me a hug

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"Don't worry, he has always been so strange." Zhongli Yirui said comfortingly,

"Xuanyuan Xuantian, he never wants to get acquainted with others! He always ruthlessly rejects this kind of intimacy, he is really a heartless person."

"I think this is a disguised form of seduction?" Ling Xiaotu nodded with an expression that had been expected.

Zhongli Yirui discovered that Ling Xiaotu's understanding of Xuanyuan Xuantian always had a unique taste. [

For example, like now, she would actually feel that Xuanyuan Xuantian's alienation would be a kind of seduction, a bold woman.

The more we get along, the more interesting things we discover.

He sized her up for a while, until Ling Xiaotu couldn't help coughing, and then he came back to his senses,

"Ah, sorry."

"There should be no answer on my face." Ling Xiaotu called out a smile,

"Should I worry about other issues?" She politely stopped him from continuing his research on her face.

And Xuanyuan Xuantian, who was already far away from them, took two steps forward, and the dense rain of flower petals immediately covered the surrounding scenery.

Although he never paid much attention to and appreciated the surrounding scenery, the rain of blood-red petals in front of him, which was supposed to be a romantic and sentimental scene, fell in a crazy state before his eyes.

There is no sense of beauty at all, as if flying in the rain of falling petals makes the sky dim and the earth dark.

He wanted to look back at the two people who were still in place, but the scenery drifting into the dark had already covered up everything.

Xuanyuan Xuantian felt like he was rushing to the depths of hell alone, walking, extremely lonely,,,,

So he seemingly inadvertently lit a small white fire on his right hand and played with it.

In this brightly flickering white light.

The petals became more and more crazy, and seemed to abandon their original caution more and more, rushing forward one after another like taking hallucinogens.

Xuanyuan Xuantian felt that the wind aroused by the petals dried his exposed skin dry.

He finally stopped, and with a sense of scrutiny, he saw the scene in front of him.

The originally withered yellow tree has become an unimaginable shape.

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