The brilliant light intertwined into a silkworm cocoon, enveloping Duanmu Chen's whole body, completely blocking a certain obscene look.

"Ahhh I can't see Uncle Xiao reborn! Feng Qingyi kept beating his chest with both hands, looking up to the sky and howling.

The person in the center of Qingchen was so familiar with this scene that he couldn't be more familiar with it, and he returned to the state of retreat with a calm demeanor.

"Eh! Why are you closing your eyes again? Is retreat so fun? ”

Feng Qingyi saw that his howl was not heeded, and let out a depressed wail.

Those present tacitly ignored him.

There is such a person in this world, who can reach the height that others cannot reach in their lifetime, and he can reach it casually.

If you go with this kind of person, then you really don't have any future.

Feng Qingyi was also accustomed to this kind of drama, he casually pulled a straw in his mouth and held it in his mouth, holding his head with both hands, and lying beside Mo Li with a big thorn.

"What kind of place is Coffin Face, Dark? Do you know the Dark Wind Family? Feng Qingyi's mind flashed a few vague images, and he couldn't help but purse his mouth.

Such a serious tone, such a serious question?

Mo Li looked sideways at the person lying beside him, looking him up and down.

"No matter how good your figure is, don't peep at you! Ye will be proud to think that you are in love with Ye! Feng Qingyi moved his hips and hooked his chin arrogantly, "How is it?" Is it envy, jealousy, and hatred? ”

Mo Li retracted his gaze and didn't speak, but let people read his disgust.

After half a ring, he replied, "Feng family, black!" ”

"Black? Is everyone dark? If the master goes back, won't a pear blossom press the begonia? Feng Qingyi smiled, and his demeanor was as if he had won a five-million lottery.

"Don't go back!" Mo Li ruthlessly broke his illusions.

There was a rare silence in the wind.

Although he has always been very funny, he is not brainless.

He understands everything.

"Coffin face, can you believe it? I have always had memories of what happened that night, and there are two kinds of memories. Before Mo Li could answer, Feng Qingyi smiled self-deprecatingly: "You definitely don't believe it, right?" How can a baby who has just completed a month have a memory. ”

"Faith!" Mo Li suddenly spoke, "You say, I believe it!" ”

As long as you say it, I believe it!

Feng Qingyi turned to look at him, stunned, and his eyes gradually lit up: "Don't comfort the master!" Laugh if you want. ”

"Huh!"

In this extremely stiff "laughter", Feng Qingyi turned his head, the sun fell on his face, and the crystal light flashed away in the corner of his eye.

Mo Li's gaze swept lightly over him, and then landed in midair.

Yue Qing had already finished resting and opened her eyes.

"Light, get out!"

He said he was going out.

Yue Qing didn't think much about it, her spiritual power wrapped around him and took him out of Qingchenju.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the moment Mo Li came out, the dead air on his face disappeared a little.

"Don't leave!" Yue's brows furrowed slightly.

"Good!" Mo Li said that he was good, but he was not good at all.

Will a very good person be pale and vain?

Hey! Wrong!

Why is it suddenly not vain?

Yue gently looked at Mo Li's back, her eyes flashing.

"Light, let's go!" The more he walked inside, the more steady Mo Li's footsteps became.