The Demon Empress: The Snake King Imprisoned

Chapter 120
"Let's go, I'll send someone to Tianxiang Pavilion for you later." Rubbing my hair, Nangong Junxie smiled helplessly.

"No, I'll just buy a piece and play with it." I took out a piece of silver-white colored glaze from it, and I played with it in my hand. The little boy knew that these colored glazes were of no value, so he didn't stop me from doing this.

On the contrary, Nangong Junxie was quite helpless. That girl likes some beautiful jewelry, but I actually played with a glazed stone that could do nothing in their eyes. I have to say that I am quite different.

But if Nangong Junxie knew what I wanted this for, what expression would he have?If the fake Junhu fox was here, he would definitely be able to tell through my trick at a glance. After all, he is also a person from the 21st century...

When I think of the pseudo-junhu, my heart starts to feel heavy again. He has disappeared for almost half a month, isn't it enough?

What is he worried about?why treat me like this?It is only now that I know what is hidden in my heart and cannot be let go.

That is a kind of longing, but now I am a little confused about what kind of relationship that kind of longing is due to, friend?lover?Or is it the feeling of sympathy for the same people who have fallen in the end of the world?Or is it the inexplicable sense of familiarity?

I know that no matter what it is, that feeling has already melted into my bone marrow, otherwise how could I still remember that damn familiar feeling through thousands of years.

I am very confused at the moment, the more I want to figure out where that feeling comes from, the more empty I feel in my heart, just like the day when I first came to this world, that empty feeling that there is nothing...

I shivered, and unconsciously grasped the hem of my clothes with both hands. It is undeniable that I was afraid.

"What's wrong?" Nangong Junxie looked at me worriedly as he pulled out my hand that was clenched to the hem of my clothes, holding my cold arm tightly with his warm palm.

I bit my lower lip, shook my head faintly, held his hand tightly behind my back, and smiled: "I'm fine, it's just a little cold."

That smile, I know it's forced, but I didn't take that much into consideration.

(End of this chapter)