The man stood up and stood under the peach tree, leaned against it lazily, broke off a branch of peach blossom, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, but such a beautiful scene made her shiver because of his words.
"Qingzhu is too pretentious to fall in love with you. The front is neither convex nor the back. The boy next to Butterfly Fairy the day before yesterday is also more interesting than you. I brought you back just because the late emperor wanted to see how a little demon who has not even transformed in ten thousand years can be so stupid. This is unprecedented."
The woman clenched her fingers tightly. Could her master be more venomous?
The man looked at the little demon's ever-changing smile and smiled happily.