Novel: She loved him for a thousand years, but he hated her for a thousand years, until her thousand years of devastation, he regretted it too late

In the Ninth Heaven, the Immortal Qi is ethereal.

"Niangniang, when the Immortal Demon War began, in order to save the Emperor Jun, you consumed half your life in cultivation, the Immortal Root was seriously damaged, and you did not find the Ten Thousand Years Ice Lotus as a medicinal introduction, but I was afraid that..." The Medicine Immortal Jun's face was heavy.

Xue Yao nodded, and said with some difficulty: "I know, you still get me some elixirs, and I will eat them for a while." ”

That Kunlun Ice Lotus only bloomed once in ten thousand years, and it was extremely difficult to trace.

"If only the emperor knew your body..." The medicine god sighed.

Xue Yao immediately interrupted, "Don't tell Your Highness, it is important for him to manage the Celestial Realm." ”

If he heard that his immortal root was seriously damaged, the next second he would make a big fuss about taking concubines into the Xihua Palace, right?

Xue Yao thought bitterly, and her heart was blocked uncomfortably.

Leaving the Medicine God Palace, Xue Yao waved his water sleeve, lightly jumped into the clouds, and flew towards the Star Moon Palace.

At night, the first snow plummets.

As a snow god, XueYao is in charge of the mortal snow season, but every time it snows in the mortal world, she will make snowflakes in the Star Moon Palace where she lives.

One is to enjoy the snow, and the other is to have a companion.

After all, her husband, the Eastern Emperor Simao, had not come to accompany her for months...

Xue Yao finished eating the elixir and looked straight at the drifting snow outside the window.

"Quack~"

The door was pushed open, and a heavy footstep came from far and near, accompanied by a biting cold wind.

Xue Yao couldn't help but shiver, but after seeing those dragon-patterned boots, she froze.

"Ah Mo, you're back..." Xue Yao's gray eyes lit up.

"This year's first snow gift." Si Mo placed the gold-encrusted jade box in his hand on the low table, looking cold.

The light under Xue Yao's eyes shook slightly, and she carefully and gently opened the jade box.

In the jade box, there is a jade hairpin made of white jade jade, the snow is bright and clear, and several tassels hang down and dangle slightly, making a crisp sound.

Xue Yao was very happy in her heart, and was about to take out the hairpin, but suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman's long hair wrapped around the tassel.

She slammed her hand, was Si Mo perfunctory with other things he had hidden in other palaces?

"Your Highness has a heart, this gift is ingenious... Very good. ”

Xue Yao's face turned pale for a few minutes, and the five fingers hidden in the water sleeves curled up tightly.

Si Mo frowned, after years of getting along, he knew that Xue Yao was in a bad mood at the moment.

This woman would only call herself Your Highness when she was angry.

"I won't send it next year, and if you want anything in the future, you can tell the fairies in the palace directly and let them help you buy it."

Si Mo moved his thin lips, took off the golden dragon robe on his body, and entered the inner temple.

Next year, he won't even have a perfunctory heart.

Xue Yao looked at his back and whispered in a barely audible voice, "I'm afraid... It won't last this time next year..."

She and Si Mo, after all, could not survive this thousand-year disaster.

She was thinking about it, and her heart was faintly painful, and she couldn't even breathe.

Xue Yao took out the jujube red handkerchief at the cuff and looked up slightly while blocking her nostrils.

Such an action, in one go.

After a while, the warm smell of blood filled the entire nasal cavity, but there was no trace of blood on the jujube red handkerchief.

The medicine god had said that the more frequently the blood flowed, the worse her immortal body would be.

Xue Yao did not want to go to that extremely cold place to find the Kunlun Ice Lotus, she was afraid of futile efforts, and she was even more reluctant to leave Si Mo.

She was afraid that after the news of her physical infirmity would be known, the empress dowager of the Xihua Palace would change hands.

Although Si Mo's heart was no longer on her, he was still his husband.

What does it mean to live too long without his company?

When the blood in the nasal cavity stopped, Xue Yao returned to the inner temple and lay down on Si Mo's side.

As usual, she raised her arms and gently wrapped her arms around his muscular waist, burying her head in the back of his neck.

"Ah Mo, you haven't slept with me in your arms for a long time..." Xue Yao's voice carried a hint of pleading.

"Next time, I'm tired." Si Mo removed her hand and then moved slightly to the edge of the bed.

The coolness spread to Xue Yao's whole body, and she looked at the back of his head, and a layer of mist appeared under his eyes.

It's this sentence every time, how many times can she wait for the next time?

All she wanted was a hug from him...