Chapter 517: The Furry and Charming Cat (End)

The dog Yuhe's white clothes quietly stretched out in the mist, and the fluffy fur of the Samoyed turned into a loose moon-white robe. The cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs shone silver in the light.

His soft outline became even more gentle in the sunset, and his purple grape-like eyes were clear enough to reflect people's figures, but at this moment, those eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and the blush on his cheeks spread from his ears to his neck.

He subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Qing Wu, but his steps stopped when he saw her human form, and his fingers nervously grasped the hem of his clothes.

Only when Qing Wu looked over did he hurriedly lower his head, the tips of his ears exposed were red and almost dripping with blood, but he still did not forget to whisper: "It's very humid here, do you want to put on a cloak first?"

Atractylodes' black armor condensed into shape in the cold light, and the Doberman's agile figure transformed into a tall and upright soldier.

Her wheat-colored skin glowed with a healthy luster in the sunset. Her angular face was slanted with sword-like eyebrows, and her deep black eyes were as sharp as an eagle, but they suddenly softened the moment she came into contact with Qingwu.

His grip on the longsword slowly loosened, the scabbard tapping the ground with a dull sound, and the aura of murderous intent around him quietly subsided, leaving only an imperceptible sense of unease.

He looked at Qingwu's wet long hair, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just straightened his back, took off his cloak, and handed it over silently. The blush on his ears was particularly cute against his dark skin.

The four outstanding men, who were not like ordinary people, all looked at Qingwu at the same time, and their eyes revealed a deep attachment and love.

But his eyes were full of admiration and piety.

The tension in the air had long since dissipated, leaving only four burning gazes, tightly wrapped around Qingwu, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

Qingwu looked at them and suddenly smiled faintly, the charm at the corners of her eyes spreading like ripples.

The next second, her figure faded in the dim light and turned into a stream of light rushing towards the sky.

Mo Ran, Di Rujin, Yu He and Cang Shu set off almost at the same time, and four figures followed closely behind, disappearing in the steam of the hot spring pool.

Above the clouds, a magnificent palace is suspended among the sea of ​​clouds, with white jade steps and glazed tiles. Glowing vines are entwined between the branches of the sycamore tree in front of the palace.

A god in a robe with flowing cloud patterns was sitting on a jade couch, playing with a fluffy cloud with his fingertips.

Looking at the four figures chasing the flowing light in the distance, still wary of each other but moving in unison, a gentle smile played on the corners of his mouth.

"Your divine servants are becoming more and more dependent on you."

A voice came from the chaos, as if coming from the endless void.

Qingwu turned her head slightly and glanced casually at the scene outside the palace.

Although the four figures were still competing silently with each other, their eyes were always firmly locked in her direction, without the slightest deviation.

"Lord Tiandao..." Qingwu turned around, her peach blossom eyes curved with a hint of lazy playfulness.

Her gaze fell on the invisible yet gentle aura behind her, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a smile.

"Don't you want to see me? You even created a kingdom of cats and dogs. Do you think I'm too boring?"

Before he finished speaking, a helpless sigh came from behind him, and there seemed to be a hint of indulgence in that sigh.

The breath brushed across Qingwu's hair as gently as a spring breeze, as if smoothing out her somewhat messy hair.

"I was trying to make you happy."