Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"His Royal Highness Asmode and His Highness Crosell are so kind to you. If you propose it, they will definitely agree."

"Dear sister, just help me, okay?"

Ji La: "."

She looked at her for a few seconds and asked,

"Dear sister, tell me the truth, do you like His Highness Asmode and His Highness Crossel?"

Nona's face turned red instantly, "Dear sister, how could you say it so directly?"

"They are all very good gods. Nona didn't dare to think too much. She just thought that she could learn more things from them."

"So please don't say that about Nona."

Jira's temples jumped, "Nona, they are not as good as you think."

"What?"

Jira: "In short, they are not what they appear to be."

"As for the matter of educating you, I can help you ask."

"Really?" Nona's eyes lit up, "Dear sister, you are so good!"

"You're welcome, dear sister, I didn't do anything to help you."

"No, sister, I believe that the kind gods will not reject you." Nona was very firm.

Ji La was slightly silent,

"Maybe," she said.

"But, dear sister, please don't have too high hopes."

"Okay, sister, I will be mentally prepared."

Nona bowed politely, her face red.

Ji La watched and slowly returned the greeting.

On the second day,

When the sun slowly rises in the sky, the waves are sparkling on the calm sea.

The slanting sun dyed the azure ocean a beautiful orange-red color.

Such warm light turned the entire ocean into sparkling gems,

Clouds on the horizon float in twos and threes in the sky, welcoming the rising sun.

The warm sunlight passes through the tall towers, through the semi-circular arches, and shines in from the narrow windows.

On the soft princess bed, the little princess, who had finished washing herself, lay beside the bed, looking through her private cabinet.

Today she wore a long skirt that was a mixture of crescent white and light pink. The lining of the skirt was made of fine silky satin, and the outer layer was made of light lace gauze.

The arc-shaped neckline slightly reveals the delicate collarbones and the long neck.

She was lying on the bedside, her slender ankles exposed outside the hem of her skirt.

Her long flaxen hair had been braided into long braids, hanging down her back.

The sun shines on the hem of her skirt, which seems to be studded with tiny diamonds, sparkling with tiny fragments of light.

The little crown on her head moves with her head, making her look cute and cute.

After rummaging through and finding what she wanted, the little princess stuffed her private box back.

She looked at the handkerchief she had secretly spun, touched it, and folded it carefully.

This is the gift she promised to Crossel,

He should be very happy to see it.

The little princess lowered her head and was about to put it back in her little bag.

Next to her, a hand suddenly stretched out and took her handkerchief.

"For whom?"

The man's low and cold voice suddenly sounded in her ears,

A familiar and powerful aura enveloped her,

A black shadow directly blocked the sunlight coming in from outside.

The little princess's expression changed and she stood up immediately.

"Asmodeus, when did you come?"