Lu Zeyi has never been in love again, and he no longer understands feelings, but he also understands what Yan Qinqing's words mean.

No friar had ever said this to him so bluntly.

Although most of the immortal cultivators have a simple personality that dares to fight and dare to do things, which female monk who is not long-eyed has taken a fancy to him.

As soon as he started the conversation tactfully, he was frightened back by the action of drawing his sword.

There are two of the well-known mad sword cultivators in the immortal cultivation world, and they are the two who are now facing each other in silence.

Lu Zeyi, who drew his sword directly without speaking, drew his sword and scolded Yan Qingqing.

Yan Qinqing's words made him completely dumbfounded, his eyes staring at her, not knowing what expression he should put on.

"I'm happy with you!" Yan Qinqing looked at him like this, almost laughed, endured it, put on a serious face, and repeated it again.

Lu Zeyi finally came back to his senses, swallowed his saliva, took the things on the straw stack, his hands trembled, slowly turned to look at Yan Qinqing, and said very simply: "Farewell!"

Yan Qinqing was stunned, this thing still has an automatic memory erase? What did you say and pretend not to hear it in person, or did you forget it instantly?

After Lu Zeyi finished speaking, he turned around and left, not from the main entrance, but stepping on the haystack and breaking out of the window, anyway, Yan Qinqing's small thatched house was not very strong.

Yan Qinqing, who was sprinkled with grass on the roof, saw him step on the sword and run away, and gritted his teeth angrily.

Nothing to offer!

I'm wondering if I'm going to chase it, or what to do? Did this thing get the message?

There was a muffled laughter outside the house, the laughter sounded a little immature, Yan Qinqing instantly reacted who it was, "Xiao?"

The short Xiao pushed open the door of the thatched house, smiled at the corner of his mouth, saw the grass clippings above her head, shook his head a little speechlessly, and looked around the thatched house, "Your task is to ......" constantly pleasing beautiful men?

The latter words were swallowed by him, and he walked to the haystack in a few steps, trying to be the same height as Yan Qinqing, and stretched out his hand to pick up the grass clippings on her head.

Yan Qinqing was depressed, and she didn't care about this little kid, she stood in place and sighed long, "Why are you here?"

"Mortal food is running out. Rabbit Seven was worried. He said that the man was too good to eat, and he did not dare to transform into his original form, for fear of being roasted and eaten by the man. Xiao's tone was very calm, and her short arms were struggling, but she was still carefully cleaning her hair.

Yan Qinqing laughed sullenly, feeling that she was a little anxious, Lu Zeyi's goods were not enlightened at all, and he still needed to wait and talk.

Anyway, his master's token is still here, so let's go find him when the time comes.

Yu Guang saw Xiao working hard to clean his hair, showing a smile that he thought was funny, he was short, with distress on his face, and a little angry.

But he tried his best to suppress his irritability, and picked up the grass clippings in his hair with a straight face, like a little adult who made people want to laugh.

"How did you find me?" Yan Qinqing stepped forward to take him off the haystack and put him on the ground like a child, shook his head, and pulled his hand casually very indifferently.

When Xiao was hugged by her, the roots of her ears began to flush again, and she didn't raise her head when she stood firm, but buried her head very low, rubbing her ears, and her tone was very irritable, "I always have my way!"

Yan Qinqing thought that he was greedy for Lu Zeyi, and when he found him, he didn't care, he scattered his hair, tied a ponytail at random, and took his hand, "Let's go find food." ”

Xiao looked up and saw her hairstyle so casually, and frowned disapprovingly, "You went looking for it like this?"

Yan Qinqing didn't have any pursuit of hairstyle, let alone pull any bun by herself, she looked down at herself, there was no problem, she spread her hands towards him, and looked casual, "Otherwise?"

Xiao rolled his eyes helplessly, "I've never seen you such a raunchy monk. At this point, he paused for a moment and emphasized, "Friar!"

Yan Qinqing suddenly touched the end of her hair, shook her head, and smiled calmly, "No." ”

Xiao was completely speechless, turned around and dragged her to the haystack, let go of her hand and climbed up the haystack, beckoned to her, and motioned for her to sit down.

Yan Qinqing reacted, and raised her eyebrows at him in disbelief, "You still do makeup?" said and looked down at him below his waist, "Could it be that you are a woman." ”

Xiao was pinched by her, glared at her unhappily, and stretched out his hand to her, "Jade comb." ”

Yan Qinqing pursed her lips and smiled, sat on the haystack with her back to him, took out a comb and hairpin from the storage bag and handed it to him with her backhand, looking expectant, "I want to see your craftsmanship." ”

Xiao took the comb, picked up one of her green threads with one hand, and gently combed it for her.

At the age of five, his hands were so small that he could not grasp all of her hair, but only a part of it, and the other part of the hair slipped away from his hand and hung down, making his heart tremble.

A sentence popped up in my head, "Look, I can pull you by the hair with my little pig's trotters." ”

This triumphant strange female voice made his heart tremble more and more, and he always felt that he had forgotten something, but he didn't know what he had forgotten.

Could it be that he was seriously injured and had a brain problem? No way!

Xiao was combing her hair constantly, making Yan Qinqing a little impatient, "When are you going to comb it?"

"Soon. He replied in a panic and began to pull her hair.

Another sentence popped up in my head, "Do you know? When I was a vampire, your blood was much better than Zuo Chengxi's." Are you still jealous?"

What is a vampire? Xiao's hand stopped again, who is Zuo Chengxi? What are these strange things?!

Yan Qinqing felt his hand pause, waited for a while, didn't move, looked sideways slightly, the ends of his hair were pulled by him, and he could only see one side of him, "Ha, really not?"

Xiao came back to his senses, glared at her, and pushed her face back expressionlessly, "Wait a minute." ”

"You'd be quicker. You are so slow, what should you do if that mortal starves to death for a while?" Yan Qinqing sighed helplessly like a wayward child, and turned his head honestly.

Xiao shook off the inexplicable words that came out of her mind, and her subordinates sped up, pulled her hair in a bun, plugged in the hairpin, and looked left and right.

The conversation between a strange man and a woman appeared in my head again, "Do you like roses?"

"What? People like me don't look like roses?"

"No, I'm going to plant a yard of roses for you when we get back. ”

Yan Qinqing felt that his hair was pulled up by him, raised his hand and touched it, as if his skills were not bad, he took out the mirror from the storage bag and took a look, it was really good, and the mirror reflected Xiaoxiao's confused and contemplative face.

Turning his head and poking his little face curiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao raised his head suddenly, and Yan Qinqing's face in front of him gradually changed, turning into another beautiful woman's face, and her smiling eyes narrowed slightly, "Er Xiao." What's wrong with you?"