The Demon Empress: The Snake King Imprisoned

Chapter 87 Draw a Circle
His body is originally cold. Snakes are cold-blooded animals, but he...is willing to heat up for her. When he is not willing, when his heart is cold, his body can't be heated, just because of this. For a woman, he is willing to let his warmth warm her.

"You've regained your senses." Nangong Junxie whispered in my ear, staring at me with contempt: "Can you lose your mind on the street?"

"Is there?" I scratched my hair in embarrassment, and then I saw that the eyes of people all over the street were focused on me and Nangong Junxie.

Immediately, the corners of my mouth began to twitch. It seemed that my mind-wandering problem was getting worse and worse, so that I lost my mind while walking.

Without talking or distracted, I, led by Nangong Junxie, came to the most famous place in Zijing City - Yuanyang Temple.

The so-called mandarin ducks are nothing more than the Yuelao Temple. Those who are looking for marriage, just saw this temple with three people sitting there, I staggered and almost fell, because I couldn't think of it. place of superstition.

"Are you sure, we're going here?" I looked into Nangong Junxie's slightly smiling eyes, pointed to the temple that was only 99 steps up, and asked the doubts in my heart again in disbelief.

"Definitely." With two simple words, Nangong Junxie looked at me with a serious smile on his face.

I swallowed my saliva, and started to discuss with Nangong Junxie: "Can I not go?"

If you want to go, you should go with someone you like, besides, I'm not superstitious, I don't believe that if you ask, you can really get something.

"No!" After uttering two words coldly, Nangong Junxie's face also turned cold in an instant, as if it was almost frosted. I was depressed, can this person not change his face so quickly?It's almost faster than the weather in June.

Depressed, I could only squat on the ground and draw circles, picked up a branch at random, turned my back to Nangong Junxie, and started to draw circles.

Halfway through the painting, before I could finish it, Nangong Junxie frowned, picked me up with one hand, and started walking up the steps. Looking at the curious eyes raised by others, I kind of wanted to burrow myself into the ground. The urge to drill.

(End of this chapter)