Picked up cute pets are too sweet

Chapter 1592 What are you thinking?
"The nectar unique to Beiming." Yanzhanhuang also took a sip.

Ling'er looked into the cup and could only drink it out, but there was no smell at all. She tasted it again, thinking that she would take some back with her when she went back. Although there are a lot of nectar in Tianshan Mountain, there should be no such kind.

When she was a child, He Zisu always picked nectar for her.

Very sweet.

"Who is looking for Brother Zisu?"

"They call him Silver Emperor." Yan Zhanhuang said.

Ling'er knew who it was, among so many people, only Zisu's clan could call him that.

"How long has he been gone?"

"About an hour." Yan Zhanhuang looked at Ling'er's cup, "More?"

Ling'er shook her head, once she shook her head, the weapon on her head became very obvious, Yanzhanhuang had already noticed it, "Where did you come back from?"

Ling'er smiled, stepped forward slightly, and talked about her interesting things, her whole face was full of brilliance, she took off the hairpin from her head, "Bring back some good things."

Yanzhanhuang looked at her face, slightly dazed.

Ling'er smiled, seeing that he was silent, she took the utensil in front of him, "What a good thing if you don't see it?"

Yan Zhanhuang looked away from her face, and his eyes fell on her hands. He glanced at her face again, and this expression was engraved on his heart, and a lot of things were pulled out of his heart.

She used to be a long, long time ago, when she was new to each other, she might not see her for a few days. , and then said: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you..." Say this twice before talking about things.

Yan Zhanhuang glanced at Linger's face, he felt that he could more and more find the shadow of her past from her face, and gradually merged with her past, and even her appearance changed unconsciously.

Yanzhanhuang took the weapon from Linger and looked at it.

Ling'er paid attention to Yanzhanhuang's expression, and she asked abruptly, "What are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Yanzhanhuang looked at her.

"No." Ling'er laughed, "It's okay, do you know what this is?"

Yanzhanhuang didn't answer.

"A weapon." Ling'er said a little proudly, with a rare childishness in her pride, "a unique weapon that can kill gods."

Yanzhanhuang looked at it carefully, only felt that her hands were slightly cool, and the coolness from the hairpin did not make people feel cold in this weather, but felt very comfortable.

Yanzhanhuang picked up the hairpin and looked at her.

Ling'er saw what he meant, and was about to stand up and ask her to wear it for herself. When she accidentally caught a glimpse of him from the corner of her eyes, she stopped when she was about to get up, and seemed to inadvertently take the cloth from his hand. He took the utensil, and in order to conceal that he didn't do it deliberately, he still said: "Let me tell you, let me tell you that I went..."

Before she could speak, Yanzhanhuang's fingers pinched her jaw, her words were stuck in her throat, unable to come out, her mouth was slightly opened and could not be closed, she looked at Yanzhanhuang, as if she had forgotten what to say.

It shouldn't be like this.

He shouldn't have made such an action.

Yanzhanhuang's face was cold, but his winter-like face was a little more tender. He moved a little closer to Ling'er, and stretched out his hand to pinch Ling'er's chin. The strength in his hand was not heavy, and he couldn't stop it at all. She spoke, but she didn't say any more, and her thumb lightly rubbed against her chin.

(End of this chapter)