Chapter 563

Ziqianmo mood, gradually better up, and added: "very beautiful."

Mo Yan's lips, some pressure: "no you look good."

In my eyes, you are the most beautiful scenery.

Thousands of rivers and mountains, not as you look back.

Ziqianmo's ears were slightly hot. Fortunately, she was covered by Changfa. Otherwise, she would be embarrassed: "besides the Big Dipper, what other stars are there?"

When you're shy, it's like being an ostrich, subconsciously changing the subject.

She is not good at dealing with these ambiguous love words.

Mo Yan obviously understands her, so he doesn't force her to respond or flirt with him with a smile. Instead, it's not like her.

His little Momo is shy.

It's lovely.

"That's the fairy Star River." Mo Yan adjusted the orientation of the star observing mirror and motioned ziqianmo to look at it.

Reflected in the eyes of the purple fields, is a brilliant slender galaxy of stars, just like a fairy skirt.

Crystal clear, bright dream.

At the same time, with a sense of sadness.

"Fairy Star River, in the world, there is a legend." Mo Yan's tone is very slow, low and sexy, full of magnetism. He says, "there is a fairy who falls in love with a human being. There are differences between them. They can't be combined. It took the fairy seven days and seven nights to pull out the immortal root. The immortal root turns into a brilliant river of stars, flowing in the sky forever. The fairy did everything she could to become a mortal. In the end, they were together. Sixty years of happiness. "

Ziqianmo listened carefully.

After listening to the story, he expressed his opinion: "very good."

Mo Yan pick eyebrow: "very good?"

Ziqianmo nodded and said faintly, "that's the fairy's choice. She thinks happiness is enough."

As for immortals, as for longevity.

Ordinary people care, fairies don't care.

As long as I don't care, no matter how precious it is, it's worthless.

Mo Yan took a deep look at his sweetheart and said, "don't you think it's a pity?"

He may have asked about fairies.

Maybe it's her.

Ziqianmo shook his head without hesitation and answered, "like is like."

Fairies like that mortal, so it's not a pity.

What others sigh about is what the fairy has given up. In a short life of 60 years, happiness and fullness are better than hopeless longevity.

Mo Yan's heart is like being scratched by little Momo's white hairy paws.

Clearly know, she said "like is like", is to this legend, not to himself, but Mo Yan still can't help feeling a sweet.

"It's like fairies like that mortal."

Ziqianmo pauses, turns his head and looks at Moyan, with a very focused look, "just like I like you."

I don't know how, so naturally said.

Maybe the night is too beautiful.

Maybe the wind is too light.

Maybe the stars are too dreamy.

Maybe the legend is too good.

In a word, that layer of gauze barrier that has been lying in the heart of ziqianmo, at this moment, so naturally disappeared.

No shyness.

No embarrassment.

Her attitude is never calm, eyes is unprecedented concentration, light eyes, is so focused, looking at him, as if to have been looking at his soul.

original.

Xiao Jiujiu is right. It's not that hard to express.

It's easy to say that the climate is right.

Ziqianmo confessed.