"Wow. Dad. "

Oriental Xianqing raised her eyebrows and looked at Feng Feiyu with a playful look in her eyes.

Feng Feiyu shrugged to him: "it's so weak, it hasn't been cultivated for several years. If there's anything in the future, do you have to cry for bones or you?" I'm helping it. "

The oriental emperor can't laugh or cry. He gently touched Tangbao's head with his fingers and stopped it from wailing. Then said to Feng Feiyu: "it is just a child, the growth of spirit worms is relatively long, if it is not willing, you will do it." He is like the father of a child, spoiling his child and speaking for it.

Feng Feiyu slurped impatiently: "do you really want it to go on like this for a long time?" If you don't cultivate yourself, you can't do anything. "

She changed her posture and sighed at the sky. "I don't know who it is," she said. "she said she wanted to be a man so that she could marry Qingshui."

"Ah." Tangbao, burying his head and shouting in the hands of the East, interrupted her in embarrassment: "Oh, don't say it!" Fei Yu, you are so bad! I practice! I'm not good at practice! "

Boing, why do you have to say the voice of its heart! It remembers that it was just sighing to the bone quietly at that time!

Qingshui was dumbfounded and could not speak for a long time.

A thousand bones of flowers would have laughed so much that they would have laughed before and after.

"all right, you guys go and play." The East gave the sugar treasure a thousand bones of laughter and drove them away.

The two girls left with Tangbao, leaving only him and Feng Feiyu at the scene. As soon as the two men went up and down, they stayed like this, and neither of them opened his mouth to speak.

It seems that since the war the day before yesterday, the relationship between the two has become a tacit understanding of each other.

The oriental king still takes whatever he wants and is as gentle as water. Feng Feiyu, it seems, has never changed, but there has been a slight change in his way.

Of course, in terms of obedience, there was something tiring on his heart.

The girl is old enough to have her own opinions on everything.

Alas

He did not expect that, in terms of identity, she was so long in the morning than she was. My sweetheart is so fierce that he, the immortal king of the Pavilion, seems to be really just a weak scholar.

The battle of the devil relied on her to turn the tide. Now I am recuperating in Taibai Mountain, waiting for the disciples to get hurt thoroughly, and then stay for a long time.

He is also going back to the Immortal Pavilion for his next move.

Because of the appearance of Feng Feiyu, his original plan has been disrupted, although the result is opposite to his plan, but there are still some differences. Personally, because of his feelings for her, he gradually lost himself in this game. For him, such a situation is not only honey but also honey.

"Xiaoyu, I have to go." He looked at her softly like a feather for fear of disturbing her, but it was like a pendant, trying to get her to react.

Feng Feiyu sat on it and stood up almost subconsciously.

"Why?!" She sounded a little urgent. As soon as the words fell, the person already appeared in front of him, close at hand.

The heart of Dongfang Xianqing jumped in her heart, and then her eyes were gentle and genial.

Since she had a fight with buildings that day, she seems to be more and more able to use her power more and more freely. He could feel the surging momentum from her, and there seemed to be room for improvement.

He smiled suddenly and replied to her paradoxically, "go back and prepare the betrothal gift, of course." When he said this, his eyes were full of light, and so were the stars in the night sky.

Feng Feiyu was stupefied and blinked unconsciously, as if he had no reaction at all.

She said blankly, "hire, betrothal gift?"

"that's right." He reached over quietly, moved his finger up her back little by little, and took it into his arms when he was off guard. The breath sprayed thin on her delicate neck skin, and her voice bewildered: "there is a man who is so powerful that my betrothal gift has to be worthy of her."

Feng Feiyu's brain is all messed up, like a mess.

It's still the red one.

She could understand every word he said, but the combination made it impossible for her to change her mind. She only felt that her heart was beating too fast, and all she smelled was the fresh aroma of vegetation on his body, which was reassuring.

In her hundred years, she had never had such a person, so gentle and vast as the deep sea, that she felt at ease.

At first, she just thought he was funny, then gullible, and then because. It's probably because he's gentle, isn't it? And this tenderness is different from that of others. He seemed to come to her with a sincere heart, and little by little made her take off the coat of banter and unconscientiousness, revealing the truest heart inside, and the two were sincere to each other.

She is so strong and even dangerous that she does not even know that one day in the future, her strength will soar directly, there will no longer be a body suitable for her, and she will only be an evil spirit wandering in the darkness of the world, and no one dares to have the slightest contact with her.

"Xiaoyu?"

There was no reply for a long time, and Dongfang Yuqing frowned slightly, feeling a little tired and unable to laugh or cry.

She's still a little girl.

"forget it, you don't have to answer, you just need to follow my kindness to you, and that's enough." He loosened her, fixed his eyes on her slightly absent-minded eyes, and said earnestly.

It was only then that Feng Feiyu came to his senses.

"the East."

"Hmm?"

"I. When you come back. "

I'll wait for you to come back.

For a moment, his eyes seemed to see a gorgeous light. She can make him happy by saying "wait", and she can even give up what she has to do for it.

Excitedly, he hugged her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

"Xiaoyu, with your words, I am enough."

"Ah. Um. " She mused, stretched out her hand and hugged him back, and uncomfortably scratched her hot cheek.