"Lord Divine Beast," the Ice Flame Phoenix raised its head proudly, not giving Mo Yue a single corner of her eyes.

"Beautiful Divine Beast," he still raised his head, still not giving Mo Yue a corner of his eye.

"Super beautiful, unparalleled Divine Beast Lord," there was no reaction at all.

Mo Yue was about to roll her eyes, this Ice Flame Phoenix had been in this position for two hours, and she hadn't moved for half a minute, and she didn't know if this neck was raised high, tired or not, and the look on this face was completely inherited from 100% of the essence of her master, very cold, no matter how she praised and flattered, her expression didn't change, and she faintly felt that this Ice Flame Phoenix seemed to still dislike herself.

Mo Yue thought about it seriously, in these years, it was the first time she was alone with this Ice Flame Phoenix, how could she have offended this arrogant phoenix before she started, could it be that she had fallen in love with this phoenix before, but thinking of her eighteen years of life, she really hadn't offended this phoenix, helpless, helpless.

"Lord Divine Beast, what did I do wrong, provoked you to be old, you always give an instruction, and let me know what I didn't do well, your head is so high, and you're tired for so many hours, aren't you?"

The Ice Flame Phoenix tilted its head, exhaling two hot gases from its nostrils, then withdrew its gaze and continued to look up at the sky.

Mo Yue thought that this Ice Flame Phoenix was ready to take care of herself, but just wanted to speak, but when she saw the phoenix, she raised her head back again, and what she wanted to say was forced back into her mouth.

Mo Yu stood in the distance and looked at Mo Yue's helpless appearance, but he felt that this scene was very familiar, and he unconsciously remembered the past.

"Ah Yu, the sacred branch of this sycamore tree happens to be able to make the body of the piano, but I don't know where to find this string, do you have any treasures there to make this string?"

"Ah Yu, I see that the feathers of your Ice Flame Phoenix are good-looking and tight, and now that I only have the body of this piano and no strings, are you willing to cut your love and let your Ice Flame Phoenix give up some feathers to make this string?"

"Ah Yu, look at how this piano is, the divine branch is the body, and the divine feather is the string, I'm afraid that there is something in the Six Realms that can compare with it. ”

Mo Yu remembered that Mo Yue's original desire to obtain this string was no different from the current appearance of the Ice Flame Phoenix, and he was a little stunned, as if everything was in front of him, as if everything was before.

After Mo Yue tried to communicate with the Ice Flame Phoenix countless times and failed, he reluctantly looked for a stone and leaned over, I was almost moved by these words, moving the heavens and the earth, but I couldn't move the dead phoenix in front of me, it wasn't that I had been following the master for a long time, and my temperament had become exactly the same as the master.

The Ice Flame Phoenix was still holding its head high, but it heard the words from Mo Yu, "Leng Zhi." The voice was cold.

The Ice Flame Phoenix hurriedly stood up obediently, Mo Yue was still leaning on the stone, thinking about countermeasures, but seeing that the Phoenix had put down the head that looked up at the sky, he was very puzzled, and slowly walked up, staring at the Ice Flame Phoenix, and carefully stretched out his hand to touch it.

Seeing Mo Yue's cautious appearance, the Ice Flame Phoenix did not hesitate to show his disgust, Mo Yue's half-outstretched hand, after receiving the Ice Flame Phoenix's dislike, stopped in mid-air, is this willing or unwilling.

Seeing Mo Yue's stupid appearance, the Ice Flame Phoenix put her motionless hand in mid-air, as if she couldn't help but roll her eyes, put her head down, rubbed it in Mo Yue's palm, and then quickly raised it, her eyes still undisguised disgust.

Mo Yue was completely stunned, this phoenix is a book, turning his face is faster than turning a book, although he knows that he is disgusted and can't do it, but at least now he has called it, a big improvement.

Mo Yue put her hand down and looked proud, "Lord Divine Beast, tomorrow will be all up to you." The tone was still flattering.