Mao Qing turned his head away from looking at him, and muttered in a low voice: "Why should I tell you!

Although the words are perfunctory, the heart is like a drum. I'm really not good at disguise!

So, why not tell him what kind of elf he is?

It's really because it's not elegant enough...

If your original body is a flower essence or a plant essence, etc. Without asking questions, with her personality, she will take the initiative to tell him.

You think, the fragrance lingers all over your body, and you grow lotus or breathe Ruolan step by step, what a scenery, what a sense of intention!

And this rabbit essence, gestures, can be sprinkled with rabbit hair is not still rabbit hair? It's really not your average cheesy !!

Mo Yi was such a smart person, he immediately noticed Yu Qing's dodge. Thinking that maybe this kind of question was very taboo for elves, he explained, "You don't need to be so excited. I've just heard people say that for the flower and plant essence that has been cultivated for thousands of years, just taking one leaf or stamen can cure all kinds of diseases. If you happen to be like this, wouldn't it just be the right thing to solve my urgent need without hurting you?"

After hearing this, Mao Qing shook his head desperately, and said, "No, no!

Lowering his eyes, he still twisted the corner of his clothes with his hands, and his voice was faint, almost inaudible: "Actually, it's a rabbit spirit...."

"Bald spirit?" Mo Yi repeated in confusion.

"Rabbit, it's a rabbit! You're bald! Your whole family is bald!" It seems that this is the only way to show innocence. You must know that the most hated thing in the life of the hairy elf is the word 'bald'.

So, the smoke rose, and Mo Yi looked stunned at the white rabbit with white fur in front of him out of thin air. And, it's still a strange species that only has a red face.

With a soothing look, he slowly squatted down to look at her, with a smile in his usually cold eyes: "It's cute to be born with Yuxue." ”

Mao Qing stared at him, and the brilliance in his eyes startled her like an electric shock. The two ears hung shyly at the side of the face, and the rosy on the face suddenly became brighter.

The wind and snow outside the cave gradually went out, and inside the cave was a room as warm as spring...

Mao Qing changed back into a human form, walked to the entrance of the cave to check the weather in disguise, and pretended to be relaxed: "Look at this, in less than half an hour, this snow should stop." We could have gone on the road to find Snow Lotus right away, but it's just your feet..."At the mention of this, her guilt welled up again.

"It doesn't matter. It's just that you can walk a little slower, it's much better than not being able to move!Besides, with this thing to keep out the cold, the current situation can't be better!" Mo Yi pointed to the rabbit fur on his body.

Mao Qing nodded, recited a mantra with his fingers, and transformed the soft quilt into a cape with a hood.

She quickly stood on tiptoe to help him put his hat on and tighten the lacing.

"What about you?" Mo Yi looked at her, his tone light.

"Me?" said Haoqing tilted his head and pointed at himself, "I have four thousand years of cultivation, where can I be afraid of this bit of wind and snow?"

"Four thousand years have not achieved a positive result, where is something commendable? You look like this, I feel cold just looking at it. Even if it's an immortal, it's a woman, so you better put it on!" Mo Yi gestured to take off his cloak.

"Stop!" he pressed his hand, and then pinched it slightly, changing another cloak of the same color.

She slowly put it on her body, and although her heart swelled with warmth because he called her 'woman', she still muttered softly for a long time.

Mao Qing thought, if it weren't for the face of you helping me soar to the heavenly realm, I wouldn't have cared about so many of your broken requests! What's the use of just being good-looking? I can't eat it...

Half an hour later, when the wind and snow had subsided, the two walked out of the cave.

Because of his mana, Mao Qing took the first step, and parted ways with Mo Yi in the wind and snow.

This Mo Yi is also a stubborn person, where is he willing to wait in place? He chose another direction, slowly but carefully climbing upward.

The snow was so deep that one of his steps was barely below his knees. Although he was lame, he walked steadily on top of this heavy layer of snow, and he couldn't see anything else.

Fortunately, this snow lotus likes light by nature, and even if the snow is deep, it will poke out branches and leaves. Mo Yi thought happily as he walked.

After a long time, he stepped back from the east in the snow.

She stood beside Mo Yi and communicated with him: "I have searched in the other three directions, and I have not found any trace of the thousand-year-old snow lotus. ”

"You're fast enough, but that's the only way to go. Mo Yi squinted slightly and looked ahead.

"Hmm. Then I'll go with you!" said Mao Qing as she approached him, relaxed.

"Together, it will slow down your progress, so why don't you take the first step!" Mo Yi paused, his eyes looked away, and the exhaled breath immediately formed a white mist in front of him.

Mao Qing looked into his eyes, feeling melancholy inexplicably, although his coldness was very unpleasant, but he felt that he couldn't let go of this lonely person who even had a lonely voice....

"Huh~" She sighed deliberately, crossed her hands on her waist, and said to Mo Yi angrily: "It's rare to be interrupted by you if you want to be lazy, you really don't know how to observe words and colors! Don't you know that things that consume mana, whether it's resisting the wind or teleporting, are extremely tiring?"

Mo Yi froze and turned his head to look at her.

The silver-white cloak covered half of her face, and she became one with the snow. Suddenly, there seemed to be a glimmer of light surrounding her, shining like a god, like a guiding light in the night.

"I don't get along with people very much, and I don't know much about these things all the time. He said coldly, thinking that this was the best explanation he could give.

"But I'm a half-immortal! I don't need that kind of strange experience!" said Haoqing, excited, and suddenly pulled his hat aside. Tilting his face and climbing on his sleeve, he asked, "You must have never seen a special immortal like me, right?"

Looking at her serious and delicate appearance, Mo Yi eased her lonely look, and said in her heart: I am a mortal, how many immortals can I have seen? It's just that with her kind of temperament, even if she is well-read among immortals, where can she find such a unique? It's not so much special as strange, right?

Seeing that Mao Qing's face was getting closer and closer, Mo Yi immediately frowned.

He really wasn't used to being so close to people, so he suddenly pulled out his arm and turned away: "If you feel too tired to use the immortal method, then let's walk!"

Although Mao Qing continued to complain about his incomprehensible style in his heart, he still nodded in agreement.