Chapter 344

Unwilling to end the Original match (27) {Unedited}

The sky, the sun rises slowly in the flow of time. The warm sunshine is full of warmth in the room. The people on the bed hug each other, their eyebrows are soft, and the city is unparalleled. One is cold and warm, one is strong and one is soft. One more is too pretentious, and one less is too alienated. In a way, everything is just right, just right and fit.

When the sun was shining on the bed, Zhou Min frowned slightly and couldn't help rubbing in Di Simo's arms. Her little face was buried in it, and her body snuggled into his arms even more, in the unique cold and fragrant embrace.

As soon as Zhou Min moved, Di Simo woke up and opened his eyes. There was no trace of confusion in it that he had just woken up. The coldness of his eyes was as if he had never slept at all, but only Di Simo himself knew best, or the most strange. This night was the most stable night in his endless life.

He lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms. The fragrant shoulders were half-naked, and the breasts on his chest were in the sun. The white and tender light was shining, making his eyes slightly dark.

It seemed that she felt that she was too focused. Zhou Min rubbed her sleepy eyes and opened them slightly. When she looked up, she saw Di Simo's cold eyes. She smiled sweetly and hooked her hands around his neck, "Good morning, husband."

Di Simo was swayed by Zhou Min's smile and didn't know how to respond, so he had to turn his head awkwardly and nodded stiffly, "Well, get up. It's time to go back."

Zhou Min was very clear that what he said was his warehouse critical, but Zhou Min did not want to leave with him so early to go to his warehouse critical.

The land of the fairyland is also divided into levels, just like a circle of circular wrapping. The outermost natural is the place of the lowest cultivation of the earth immortals and scattered immortals. The most central natural is the critical of his warehouse, and then the place where the venerables converges converge, and then line up in turn are the golden immortals, the upper immortals, the immortals, and the last immortals and the scattered immortals.

"Let's walk back slowly, okay? Don't use the transmission shaft. Let's play back from the layer of the earth fairy scattered immortals. I haven't taken a good look at what the so-called fairyland is like." Zhou Min is coquettishly close to Di Simo.

"Walk back to every region?!" Di Simo couldn't see the joy with his expression, but he looked at the woman in his arms seriously and asked.

"Well, I want to see what the place that has been guarded for tens of millions of years looks like."

"What's there to see? Just like the world, the world divides people into three or six or nine levels by power, and the fairyland divides all creatures into three or six or nine levels by cultivation."

"My husband, I'm your wife. You have to spoil me..." Zhou Min pouted and was so funny.

"What does it have to do with what we said..." Di Simo wondered.

"Naturally, there is, because for the husband who spoils his wife, the wife's wish, the husband-in-law should be unconditionally supported, defended without reason, and satisfied with all his wife's thoughts and small wishes." Zhou Min smiled cunningly and gently imprinted a kiss on Di Simo's increasingly dark face, "Sir, let's get up! Start our free trip..."

"Free travel?!" When Di Simo was still difficult to recognize because of Zhou Min's words, he saw Zhou Min getting up by himself.

Looking at the half-colored face, Di Simo suddenly had an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, and his cold phoenix eyes flashed helplessly.

Turning over and getting up, a simple cleaning technique, he became as cold as the moon from head to toe again, dressed as snow in white. When he turned to Zhou Min, he saw that she was dressing herself. "Obviously, it's just a problem that can be solved by a spell. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

"Fun! Everything depends on spells. Don't you think it's much less fun?" Zhou Min turned her head sideways, smiled skillfully, and her bright eyes flashed, "My husband, come and help me."

Di Simo frowned, but still walked over, because it seemed that as long as he approached the woman, his barrier would tremble, so he would not ignore her excessive requirements, although she was really troublesome.

Zhou Min will give Di Simo a crimson robe taken out of her portable space, and then open her hand in front of him and deliberately let him wear it. These things are all things that she had already prepared when she was in the world.

Di Simo also stayed in the world for a period of time. He was not strange to wear it for her, because he had also woven such a dream for her, but this time it was up to him, and he couldn't help but be a little stiff and astringent.

After doing it for a while and finally wearing it for her, when Di Simo turned around and was about to leave, he was pulled by Zhou Min and grabbed Yun Xiu, "Mr. Xiang, I'll tie my hair for you!"

Di Simo turned his head unexpectedly. After all, he cleaned himself up and used to tie his hair. In addition, tying hair was the practice of the world. In the fairyland, they were half tied and half-released, very casual, and few immortals had this idleness to bundle their hair.

In the confusion of Emperor Simo, he was taken by Zhou Min to sit in front of the make-up. Zhou Min picked up the sandalwood comb, stood behind him and gently tied up all his hair for him, took out the white jade crown he once wore most often in the world from the space, and took it for him.

Di Simo looked at the man wearing a white jade crown in the mirror and suddenly had an inexplicable familiarity. That was his appearance in the world. Unexpectedly, at this time, it coincided with him inexplicably, as if everything had returned to the world. He was the king and she felt as the future.

Zhou Min stood behind him and looked at the people in the mirror. She lacked the coldness of not eating the world's fireworks, and a trace of elegant delication. Then, she took out a set of dark purple clothes from the space, "Sir, change this one! I made it myself."

When Di Simo looked at the white clouds and silver silk in Zhou Min's hand and the clothes of the deep purple robe, he was slightly stunned, "Did you do it?"

"Well, on your thirty-seventh birthday, I wanted to give you clothes, and..." A dance.

Zhou Min suddenly didn't say anything more, but looked at Di Simo expectantly. However, when Zhou Min said that it was a gift for his thirty-seventh birthday, he suddenly remembered the scene of standing in front of the window and watching the group of people take Zhou Min away in his eyes that night. Di Simo's heart suddenly fainted gently.

I can't say what it feels. It seems that I have some unspeakable feelings for Zhou Min, which makes him unable to express all his rejections at this time. Although he prefers white and only loves white, looking at the brocade robe in Zhou Min's hand at this time, all the rejections seem to become difficult to speak.

"When my husband is in the world, I always like to be white, and even the one in the court is white. Although the prince in white is very clean and sacred, it always makes me feel inaccessible. Moreover, I think that my husband must have a different taste when wearing clothes in other colors, so you are about to give birth. At the time of Chen, I made this brocade robe for you on my own initiative.

Zhou Min looked at the man sitting in front of him with anticipation. Di Simo looked at the man in front of him and muttered, "Why do you make clothes for me? There was already a dressmaking bureau in the palace, and there was a special personnel. At that time, you were the queen. All this was not what you should do. Moreover, I remember that you never like female celebrities.