Tyrant Daddy’s Petite Bag

It turned out that they had reached the highest point of the hillside.

Looking down, it is a splendid sea of ​​flowers facing the summer sun.

Gu Nuo'er's delicate smile was pink and bright.

"You would never have imagined that these flowers were all grown by themselves when I was a child, scatter seeds one by one."

"Without special watering and care, they bloom every year to show me their most beautiful appearance."

Gu Nuoer pulled him and ran into the sea of ​​flowers.

The girl let go of her hand and lay straight back.

"Whoa-"

The petals were splashed, and they fell on the girl's face like a colorful rain.

Add a touch of tenderness to her fair and beautiful cheeks.

Ye Siming saw that she liked it so much.

He secretly wrote it down in his heart.

He also wants to make a sea of ​​flowers in the mansion in the mountains.

"Brother Siming, you lie down too." Gu Nuo'er patted the seat next to her.

Ye Siming lay down and stretched out his arm: "Pillow for you."

Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly, turned over, and lay down on his arm decisively.

Xia Yang's eyes were dazzling, and Ye Siming put his hand in front of his eyebrows, blocking the splendid light.

The group of flowers swayed, bathed in the sun and the warm summer wind, exuding bursts of fragrance.

Gu Nuo'er picked up a petal that fell in front of her eyes and raised it to look at the light.

She suddenly sighed: "I don't know if the grass I planted in the Asura realm has bloomed."

Ye Siming stared at her sideways: "You should have wanted to knock them out."

Gu Nuoer nodded deeply.

She turned around and lay beside Ye Siming, supporting her cheeks with both hands.

"As long as I think that when we are bathed in the sun and smelling the fragrance of flowers, they can only look at the blood moon and miss us as they look at the scorched earth, and it makes my heart feel uncomfortable."

"Brother Siming, you said, if I go to ask Grandpa Tiandao, will he send the Four Seasons to the Shura Realm? Even, give some green vitality."

Ye Siming squinted at the girl, his thin lips turned into a smile.

The boy stretched out his hand and grabbed one of Gu Nuo'er's fingers.

"You really want to know?"

"Think!" Gu Nuo'er nodded.

Ye Siming's tone was low, but he was serious and serious.

"He probably won't. Because everything has rules, especially the old men of the gods in Jiuzhongtian who like to obey the rules the most."

"The Shura Realm is a place of exile for evil beasts. It should be full of disasters and pains. If this is the case, how can the Tao of Heaven allow life there to appear."

Gu Nuo'er blinked lightly: "Does that mean that as long as they do good deeds, they will have a chance to come out?"

"That's what the rules say, but—" Ye Siming chuckled: "In Shura, how can there be a chance to do good things?"

Gu Nuoer pouted: "So, it's a dead end. We can only go in to see them, but they can't come out."

Ye Siming propped up and kissed the girl's forehead.

He lowered his voice, his thin eyes were black and hot, with a hint of unruly smile.

"When we get married, I can put them out for a day."

Gu Nuoer's eyes widened: "Brother Siming can let them out at will?"

Ye Siming nodded casually: "Well, it's a bit difficult to get them all out. One or two hundred, but you can try."

Gu Nuo'er licked her lips and was speechless.

Seeing the girl's reaction, Ye Siming chuckled.

"Otherwise, do you think that I originally wanted to destroy this world, just for fun?"