Chapter 384: Can I touch your horn?
In the dormitory, Quanyao found a corner facing the wall and sat anywhere.
If you give her a stick, she can sit here and draw circles all day long.
"Are you still angry?"
Qingkun knelt down behind Quan Yao.
Quanyao lowered his head and did not answer.
"Don't be angry. Can I touch my horn for you?"
Qingkun's horns had popped out, and he grabbed Quan Yao's hand and touched his own horns.
Quanyao's eyelids twitched and he pursed his lips and said nothing.
"Stop being angry, okay? Apart from not getting married, I will promise you anything you want."
After all the talk, it would be disrespectful for Quan Yao to still be angry.
After thinking for a while, Quan Yao said: "I haven't thought of anything right now, but you have to remember what you said. You can't forget it, you know?"
Qingkun nodded in response: "Yes, I will remember it and I won't forget it."
Quanyao finally started to understand Qingkun.
Qingkun held hands and walked out of the corner.
The next moment, Quan Yao was picked up by Qing Kun.
Quan Yao subconsciously hooked her arms around Qing Kun's neck when she was suddenly hugged by the princess.
The two went up the nine steps, and finally Qingkun sat down on the cold seat with exquisite dragon heads carved on it, while Quan Yao sat on his long legs.
Another breathtaking passionate kiss.
From gentleness at the beginning to arrogance later.
Quan Yao couldn't bear it, so she turned her head and gasped, ignoring the lust in Qing Kun's eyes that was about to overwhelm people.
"Yaoyao, will you marry me? Be my only wife."
Qingkun's voice was hoarse.
Quanyao's eyelashes trembled.
From beginning to end, Qingkun never hurt her.
Even when she was angry, he would find other ways to comfort her.
Quanyao raised his head and looked at Qingkun's horns that had not been retracted. Qingkun's snake-like dragon body suddenly appeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shuddered and had goosebumps all over his body.
Sensing Quan Yao's fear, Qing Kun's dark eyes narrowed slightly.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice seductive.
"I'm thinking about your tail." Quan Yao said, adding another sentence at the end. "Like a snake."
"afraid!"
"Ah."
"Then what should we do? Yaoyao has to try to accept it..."
After saying these words, Quanyao felt that the air in the hall became thinner, and at the same time, there seemed to be something more in the hall.
Quan Yao turned around and saw a long black scaly tail descending from the steps and coiling into a ball in the open space below.
Quan Yao rolled her eyes and almost fainted.
Fortunately, Qingkun held her waist, which made her sober at the critical moment.
In his ears, there was Qingkun's playful voice.
"Yaoyao, you are so timid!"
"But what should I do? Yaoyao, you have to get used to me!"
"Yaoyao, why don't you touch it and get familiar with it earlier?"
As you go further, the style of painting becomes weird.
Quanyao felt a little uncomfortable and said, "Um, can you be normal..."
Qingkun: “…….”
"Also, something seems to be moving in your arms."
With that said, Quan Yao pointed to Qing Kun's being reminded by Quan Yao, Qing Kun took action. He took it out in his arms, and a black cone-shaped stone appeared in the eyes of the two of them.
The familiar stone appeared again, and Quan Yao felt terrified.
The stone this time is different from the past. There is a faint golden light emerging on the black stone, giving people a holy and simple feeling.
"What's going on? And why is this stone here...?" Quan Yao asked, looking away from the stone and looking at Qingkun.
This was the first time Qingkun saw any movement in the stone. After all, the stone had not moved around him for so many the shock and fear in Quan Yao's eyes, Qingkun held a stone in one hand and squeezed Quan Yao's hand to drive away the uneasiness in Quan Yao's heart.
"Yaoyao, try integrating your own spiritual power into it." Qingkun said.
Quanyao's heart moved slightly. At this moment, she had a vague hunch, but she was not Qingkun's request, Quanyao melted her spiritual power into the stone bit by bit. Soon, the golden light on the stone disappeared, and the stone seemed to turn into an ordinary stone again.
Quan Yao was slightly startled and couldn't believe it: "...What, what's going on?"
Could it be that her spiritual power is poisonous?
Qingkun squeezed Quanyao's hand and said comfortingly: "Don't worry, the time may not come yet. Since this stone will find you, it must be destined to you."
"Is that so?" Quanyao was in a daze, but when she thought of the plot described in the novel, an idea suddenly came to Quanyao's mind. She tentatively asked Qingkun: "Tell me, do you want me to drop some blood on it?" Let’s shed blood to identify the master or something like that….”
Qingkun's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously thought of something, and then he said with some uncertainty: "You can try..."
Then, his white hand stretched out in front of Qingkun.
Qingkun didn't know why, but he saw Quan Yao looking at him with a fawning expression.
"How about you do something good and do a favor... To be honest, I'm afraid of pain..."
A smile appeared on Quan Yao's lips.
Qingkun looked at her blankly.
For a long time, Qingkun smiled helplessly.
Taking Quan Yao's hand, he lightly scratched her index finger. Dazzling blood emerged from it. Qing Kun carefully took her hand and moved it to the stone. After squeezing out a drop of blood, he cut Quan Yao's injured hand. Put it in your mouth.
The numbing sensation made Quan Yao's eyelashes tremble.
Quan Yao looked at Qing Kun's cautious appearance and felt a burning sensation in her chest.
Immediately after...
Her mouth is dry...
"Qingkun..."
She thought they could try dating.
Then as soon as Quan Yao called out her name, she felt that her voice became hollow and ethereal. At the same time, the picture in front of her became blurry. One moment it was Qingkun licking her hands, and the next moment it was the empty and dark palace. , Gradually, Qingkun's appearance became more and more blurred, and the empty and dark palace became closer to reality.
"Qingkun..."
Quanyao called tentatively.
His eyes wandered around the palace, and finally fell on the figure drinking tea in the center of the palace.
There is a small, square table in the center of the hall, with all the tea drinking utensils on it.
Compared with these, the tea drinkers attracted Quanyao's attention more.
"Qiaoqiao, why are you here alone? Where is Xiaotian?"
And, where is Qingkun?
Quanyao subconsciously looked around, only to find that there was no one else in the space except her and Wen Qiao.
Quanyao lowered her head and looked at her hand. She remembered that there was a cut on her index finger just now, so that blood dripped on the stone. But now she saw that her index finger was fine and there was no trace of injury at all.
So, was what she experienced just now her hallucination?
So, is Qingkun fake?
For a moment, a sense of loss filled Quanyao's entire chest.
It's boring, uncomfortable, even...reluctant.
"Yao Yao, what are you thinking about?" Wen Qiao suddenly spoke, looking at Quan Yao with calm eyes, taking in Quan Yao's lost and sad expression.
"Nothing..." Quanyao took a deep breath and could only recognize what was an illusion and what was reality.
"Are you sure?" Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows.
She looked at her friend as if nothing was wrong, especially the bright color of her lips, which was completely typical of Hong Luan Xing Dong.
Gee!
So what happened in this incense stick when Quanyao's breath disappeared?
(End of this chapter)
