The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet - Chapter 581

   Chapter 581 The Witch (8)

   The two looked at each other silently, neither of them spoke first.

   At a moment like this, it seems that everything is ambiguous.

   For a long time, the man lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped, he held Shiyou’s wrist and guided him down to his belt. The implied meaning no longer needs to be explained in words.

Every word    seems to have some kind of temptation magic.

  His voice was outrageous: “Baby…”

   Shiyou: “Huh?”

   He rolled his Adam’s apple: “Do you want me?”

   Shiyou’s little heart trembled, what kind of words are these tigers and wolves?

   Shiyou looked up at him, because the corners of the emotional man’s eyes were a little wet and flushed, which was in stark contrast to the holy and abstinence appearance, making people want to take a good smash.

   is really terrible!

   Terrible in every sense.

   How could she refuse this look.

   Color blinds the mind, really color blinds the mind.

   But if you really want to do something in this temple…hh.

   The only place in the temple that I have ever seen is the shrine.

  The Throne seeks solemnity, but the material is too hard. If it is on it, it must be very uncomfortable.

  It would be nice to have a softer place.

   After thinking about it in a mess, Shiyou narrowed her bright eyes and smiled slightly: “Shuangxiu is fine, but you need to change the place.”

  Ying Zhan smiled: “I listen to you.” It’s fine anywhere, as long as there is you.

   He bent down and picked up the witch hat on the ground, arranged Shiyu’s hair, and put on the hat.

   Petite, soft and cute.

  Shiyu took out the scepter, chanted the incantation silently, and then the space in front of him distorted, and a blood-red vortex appeared.

   Shiyou took his hand: “Let’s go.”

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   Abyss.

   Shiyou and Yingzhan came out of the whirlpool.

   It is a huge and dense forest, with many strange flowers and plants growing on the ground, as well as many giant mushrooms of different shapes and colors, each of which is taller than a house.

   Countless grotesque skeleton creatures floating in the air, like many different kinds of birds hovering with outstretched bones and feathered wings.

  Ying Zhan was curious: “Baby, where is this?”

   Shiyou’s tone was a little proud: “Abyss, my territory.”

  Ying Zhan: “This is where you have always lived?”

   Shiyou touched his chin: “I’ve been living here since I was fifteen…”

   Here, except for the skeletons, which are pure white like snowflakes, the rest of the background and buildings are bright colors with extremely high saturation.

   For example, the clear blue sky, the rolling green hills, and the majestic castle complex standing on the top of the hill, the mottled stone walls seem to be carefully carved by time.

   The appearance of the abyss is very different from what Ying Zhan imagined.

   Countless skeletons gathered around, cheering loudly: “Lord Lord is back!”

   “The Lord is back!”

The    skeletons lined up in rows and saluted Shiyou with a gesture of respect as if the subjects were respectfully paying their respects to the monarch.

   “Lord Lord, welcome home!”

   A skeleton wearing a tuxedo and a bow tie, with one hand in front of him and the other behind him, like a deacon in a classical court.

   “Lord Lord, the carriage back to the castle is ready.”

   Shiyou’s brows were dyed with a light smile: “Thank you, Doles.”

   “It is Doles’ honor to serve the Lord.”

   An open-top sightseeing carriage consisting of four white skeleton horses stopped in front of Shiyou and Yingzhan.

  The seat on the carriage is just right for two people to sit side by side.

  The two got into the carriage, and the carriage drove towards the castle.

   When passing through a dark forest of thorns, Shiyou snapped his fingers with his downed hand.

   In the thorns that are staggered, it is like the starlight, and slowly, one after another, blue flowers are born.

  The shape of these blue flowers is cross-shaped, and they are dotted in the dark and dense thorns, just like the stars in the night.

  The stars are dazzling and dazzling.

   This is the romance specially created by the magician for the sweetheart.

   (end of this chapter)