Chapter 577

His right arm, instantly covered with a thin layer of frost.

Stiff, cold meaning, piercing into the bone marrow.

"Uncle Huang, what's the matter with you?" Mo Qingge clenched his neck and asked anxiously, "is the wound on his arm cracking again?"

Gu Mian ink lips slightly Yang, prevaricate: "my little lady is too beautiful, staring at, can't help but distracted."

"Uncle Huang, sometimes you are not ashamed of yourself!" Mo Qingge's pretty face turned red, but her heart was filled with joy.

Uncle Huang always says that her mouth is sweet, but she thinks that uncle Huang's mouth is sweet, which is not worth the life.

Seeing that she didn't ask much, Gu Mian Mo took her ashore with a smile. The white clothes of brocade color were languidly draped on her body, revealing her sexy white clavicle. At a glance, she fell.

He carefully used the bath towel to dry his girl's body and hair.

In a moment, Mo Qingge put on a long white dress, three thousand green silk fell down, beautiful to the bone, pure and charming perfect combination, but does not show any sudden.

Gu mianmo stroked her soft green silk and said in a low voice, "Uncle Huang combs your hair."

Mo Qingge was stunned and said, "Uncle Huang, can you still comb your hair?"

"Well."

He only answered one word, holding the sandalwood comb lightly with his slender finger bone, combing the ink song and a head of ink hair.

His action is very gentle, but also particularly careful, simple will her hair half pan up, and then bundle on a bead jade gold step shake.

Although simple, but it is against her powder, pure and refined temperament.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge is staring at the water and is absorbed, laughing and joking, "have you ever combed your hair for a woman before?"

Otherwise, why is it so skillful?

He chuckled: "Uncle Huang only combed your hair for you."

Looking at the little girl in a white dress, his thoughts seem to go back a thousand years ago.

That one by one, unforgettable day and night.

He saw the young girl holding the young man's hand, coquettish tone: "brother Mo, would you help Ge'er comb his hair?"

"The youth is indifferent:" won't

"I can't learn it. It's very simple." Qingge smiles and looks forward to it.

"Boring." He is still calm.

"Can't you say two more words to me?" Qingge has no good way.

"It's boring."

Qingge

How can he be as motionless as a log?

She was dejected, lying in front of the makeup mirror, and finally gave up: "forget it, then you go back."

The sense of loss is self-evident.

The young man stood in the same place. I don't know why. When he saw that the girl was lost, he felt painful and couldn't bear it.

So, he walked lightly and approached the mirror. His slender jade finger picked up the sandalwood comb on the table. With the other hand, he broke off the girl's small head and said, "sit down."

Qingge was overjoyed and nodded: "brother Mo, you are so good."

"Don't move."

"Good."

Sandalwood comb glides over her three thousand green silk, gentle and careful, as if taking care of her lover.

Every move, inadvertently touched her heart.

"Brother mo." Qingge said with a silly smile, "do you know, I've heard that among the people in the world of ten thousand and the world of gods, after they become husband and wife, the husband will comb his hair for his beloved wife."

Hearing this, his heart "clattered" for a while, suddenly throbbing, but the hand movement was a little slower.

Qingge is still full of joy: "you say, we are now like this, is also about the same as the knot?"

After that, she felt like honey in her heart.

"Mo Qingge, don't be ashamed." The boy put down the sandalwood comb in his palm and turned to leave the Chaifang.

"Hey, I'm kidding. Don't be angry." Qingge yelled at his back several times, slightly resentful, "I haven't finished combing it for others."

She snorted coldly and looked at the man in the makeup mirror.

Three thousand green silk half plate half down, although simple, but also set off her elegant temperament.

Qingge couldn't help but smile. She was satisfied, so she picked up Jin Buyao on the desk and pinned her hair on her own.

She thought, in the future, when she married brother Mo, she must let brother Mo comb her hair every day.

But I don't know, that's the only time, and the last time.

……

"Really only for me?" Mo Qingge has a smile on her lips, but she still doesn't believe it.

Gu Mian Mo slowly returned to his mind, looked at her tenderly, and said, "well."

Slender phalanx, stroked the woman's soft and fragrant green silk, said faintly: "after that, uncle Huang combs your hair day by day, how about it?"

This is not only a debt, but also a remedy.

"Good." Mo Qingge happily agreed, "Uncle Huang, how can you treat me so well?"

"I've heard that in the world of the gods and the world of the universe, when a husband and wife get married, the husband combs his beloved wife's hair." He opened his lips and repeated the girl's words in his memory.

The emotions in my heart are mixed.

This is what Ge'er told him personally. Although he was calm on the surface, he carefully recorded every word.

The words fell on Mo Qingge's mind. Somehow, she felt very familiar with them.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge was stunned and said, "how do I feel? It seems that I have heard this sentence somewhere?"

"Is it?" He asked.

"Well." Mo Qingge nodded, "maybe I've seen it in my dream."

She just felt that she had experienced the scene herself.

Forget it. I don't want to do anything irrelevant.

Suddenly, a faint sound came from my ear, which suddenly interrupted their thoughts.

It's coming from out of space.

"Uncle Huang, someone is coming. Let's go out quickly." She returned to normal.

"Well."

The next second, Gu felt the ink on his sleeve, and they came out of the space and went back to the bedroom.

At this time, yunmo came in from outside the hall: "Your Majesty, I have something to report..."

Speaking of this, yunmo raised his eyes and noticed that his Majesty's skirt was not very neat, and there were several red marks on his neck. At a glance, it was hot!

Suddenly cloud Mo facial expression iron green, probably is to realize, oneself bad majesty and demon empress of good thing.

It's not the right time.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Gu felt a little impatient.

Cloud Mo this just returned to God: "Your Majesty, after the demon, the demon emissary sent people, it is said, is the new Demon Lord to the demon family gift, to show sincerity."

"The new devil?" Mo Qingge is incredible.

When did the demons change their demons?

What about the original devil?

"Where does the new demon come from?" Gu Mian Mo was also surprised and asked faintly.

"I don't know."

He thought, it's very likely that it's Xueying, the main hall of the demon clan.

After all, in addition to the former demon, the most powerful demon is Xueying.

"Who did the demons send?" His tone is still indifferent.

"Shangguanfeng!"