Sure enough, Mo Qianyan's face softened a lot when she heard the words "your lady", but the eye knife like ice slag still followed her.

Feng Wuxian silently lit a pillar of high incense for himself, success or failure is in this sentence, believe it or not, it is all between the thoughts of the ancestors!

"I'm afraid you're not thinking too much!" Mo Qianyan said coldly.

How could his lady be grateful for this dog thing, with his consent?

Don't say anything, let's fight!

"What do you mean to think too much, Senior Brother, this technique is obviously what I gave you, okay?" Feng Wuxian couldn't help but reiterate.

Is Mo Qianyan's previous method sure that a "person" can afford it?

A dignified seven-foot man like him can't stand it, let alone a delicate little girl?

Who gave him the confidence he had?

"Don't talk nonsense, come to war!" Mo Qianyan snorted coldly and directly sacrificed the tyrant.

When the tyrant came out, Feng Wuxian was completely panicked, and even the tyrant came out, this is not going to give him a way to live!

It's a fart, just torture him to death!

So Feng Wuxian broke the jar and fell, and went directly to the ground, looking at death as if he were home.

Mo Qianyan immediately laughed when he saw him, so he put away the tyrant and walked to Feng Wuxian and squatted down.

When Feng Wuxian saw the mocking look in Mo Qianyan's eyes, Junyan instantly crawled all over the red glow.

Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated!

But the strength is not enough, and the cheekiness is to make up!

"Senior brother, aren't we comparing?" Feng Wuxian deliberately ignored the cold color in Mo Qianyan's eyes.

Anyway, he has always only been treated as abused, and he doesn't expect this ancestor to let him go, so it's better to lie down and let him abuse him happily, so that he will suffer less flesh and skin.

He has always been more likely to be happy in bitterness!

"I'm not interested in dead dogs!" Mo Qianyan got up and left with a grim smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Wuxian watched the white-clothed figure leave like this, and suddenly felt that the moonlight tonight was particularly charming.

Even this marble is so clean that you can't help but want to roll!

So he rolled happily!

However, his movements fell into the eyes of a group of people, and the group of people who looked directly were dumbfounded.

One of them felt even more dull, so he brushed his sleeves and left.

The rest of the people also laughed and walked towards Feng Wuxie.

When he realized that someone was coming, Feng Wuxian immediately straightened up with a dashing carp and jumped up directly, when he thought he was very handsome, he straightened the clothes on his body, and then turned around and looked, and stood on the spot in an instant!

However, after seeing the ill-intentioned smiles on the faces of several elders, Feng Wuxie's face turned red, and he hurriedly saluted respectfully: "Meet your uncles!"

When those people heard this, they looked at each other and smiled: "Are today's children so jumpy?

"Isn't it, it must be that old thing in Jumang who has changed his way to make a child again. ”

"Child, don't be afraid, if you have any grievances, tell your uncles, don't worry, we promise not to say it!"

Hearing this, the corners of Feng Wuxie's mouth twitched, can it be reliable?

Are you elders? and you are not a melon-eating crowd, can you have a sense of caring for your teachers and nephews?

Do you believe that you will not say it?

Is it appropriate to laugh so gloatingly?

Fortunately, he was not seen by the master, otherwise he would have finished the calf!

"It's okay, it's okay, because the day after tomorrow is the newcomer competition, and the nephew doesn't want to shame the master, so I step up my practice here, it has nothing to do with my master, and please don't misunderstand!"

Feng Wuxian explained helplessly.

As soon as these words came out, they looked at each other and smiled for a few days, and then shook their heads, and said while sighing: "Jumang has accepted a good apprentice!"

These words made the soles of Feng Wuxie's feet feel cold when he heard this, so he quickly left this place of right and wrong.

It is said that several elders are very fond of comparison in private, who knows if his master is like this, it is better to leave early.

By the time Feng Wuxian returned to the courtyard, the lights in Mo Qianyan's room had already been extinguished, and he shook his head helplessly and went back to sleep directly.

In the dead of night, the fairy mist is shrouded.

Su Yixian stared at the small flower garden with a pair of big watery eyes, and he had already complained about Yabai's body in his heart.

If she hadn't just gone around and didn't see anyone, she would have been furious.

But when she calmed down at the moment, she suddenly felt that there might be a misunderstanding of Yabai, after all, Yabai's yard also has this kind of fog that seems to be very dreamy.

Maybe Master doesn't know either!

In order to avoid being poisoned by this haze, Su Yixian decided to sew some masks when he had time to sew some masks in case of emergency.

But what the hell are these things, you say it's smog, but it's not like it, it feels like silk in the hand, but it looks like dough when kneaded?

After overcoming the fear in his heart, Su Yixian decided to figure out what it was first?

Under the strong desire for knowledge, Su Yixian gently used her hand to pick up a little of the floating mist, at first she was a little scared, in case it was poisonous or something.

But when the mist was kneaded into a small ball by her, this feeling in her heart faded a lot, and when the small ball in her hand was the size of a grain of rice, Su Yixian took the small thing in her hand to the tip of her nose and began to smell it carefully.

But after smelling it for a long time, she found that this thing didn't have any peculiar smell.

Given that the thing in her hand was really a bit like dough, Su Yixian curiously sent the millet grains in her hand to her mouth, in fact, her original intention was to lick it to see if it was the taste she thought in her heart.

After all, this little thing looks a bit like dough.

But when she stretched out the tip of her tongue and licked it, she was shocked to find that the millet grains in her hand had disappeared like this.

She looked at the empty tips of her fingers in shock, and then tried to feel the tip of her tongue, but she didn't feel anything.

So she thought that it might be for a relatively small reason, maybe she had just accidentally given it, and given the not-so-bright moonlight, she believed her guess.

So she went to the little garden again, and began to collect the mist, only this time she collected more, when she pulled a large patch of mist in her hand.

Su Yixian started again, this time she still kneaded all the mist together like kneading dough, but this time, because the mist was sufficient, the small ball she kneaded was actually the size of a coin.

Looking at the round little ball in her hand, Su Yixian suddenly felt that she could still compact it a little, so she rubbed it hard for a long time, and finally the ball was really rubbed.