The little girl's eyes revealed affirmation.

Xie Feiran: ......

The cold man sneered suddenly, and raised his hand to rub Qinghui's hair vigorously.

Qinghui's jade-colored spirit sword hairpin was rubbed by him and fell to the ground with a thud.

The jet-black hair fell down like a waterfall in an instant, and suddenly softened Qinghui's somewhat arrogant eyebrows, and the publicity was also a little more covered, looking a little soft.

Of course, it would be better if the little girl wasn't the culprit for the trouble.

Qinghui sighed, the little milk voice was irritable, raised his hand and waved his hand away, hugged his head, a pair of round eyes were lazy, and stared at him vigilantly.

"What are you going to do?"

Retaliate against?

Or is it a provocation?

Seeing the little girl, her eyes began to change to the side of doing things.

Xie Feiran raised his hand and put Qinghui into his arms.

Then there was a gleam in the eye.

Streams of aura put the mess around them into place.

Xie Feiran's eyes were clear, let the surroundings recover little by little, stretched out his hand, raised his snow-white fingers, gently parted Qinghui's hair to both sides, and brought it to the back of his head, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he lowered his head to offset Qinghui's forehead.

Qinghui subconsciously retreated a little.

You're good-looking, but you're a little too close.

Of course, Xie Feiran would not allow Qinghui to retreat.

Raise your hand, press the back of Qinghui's head, and press Qinghui to his side.

His breath was so close that he could almost feel the slight itching of his eyelashes skimming over his skin.

Qinghui's eyes closed slightly, the little girl's eyes fanned, her little face was slightly raised, and her hair was soft and beautiful.

It's like a beautiful woman asking for a kiss.

made Xie Feiran's eyes suddenly deepen.

Unconsciously moved a little closer and pecked the little girl's lips.

Qinghui opened his eyes slightly, his big round eyes, and in such a situation, he seemed to be a little confused.

Fingers clenched the corners of his clothes.

Coming back to his senses, he opened his mouth, whimpered, and bit his lip.

A chuckle escaped from the cold beauty's mouth, allowing her to gnaw on her lips.

Finally, I saw that the little girl's eyes lit up, and I didn't know what she thought.

Xie Feiran was quietly vigilant, his hand clasped around her waist, and before he could speak vigilantly, he heard her speak.

"Your strength is back?"

Xie Feiran lowered his eyes, and there seemed to be a little puzzle in his ink eyes, not quite understanding what Qinghui had been entangled in this question, what he wanted to do.

Then I felt that the sword qi around the little girl in my arms surged up instantly, her eyes lit up, she took a step back, and the white little tiger teeth were half-contained and half-exposed between her lips.

"Let's have a fight!!"

I'll beat you up, the kind you came home with me!

The cold beauty paused, and slowly turned her head sideways: ???

Saying this, the little girl pressed directly up.

Seriously, he said, "You are beaten, you are willing to be convinced!" ”

Between her movements, the aura around her disrupted his, and the indoor facilities that were slowly recovering became messy again.

The sound of a few items falling to the ground made Xie Feiran's eyebrows skip a beat.

Then the ink eyes were beautiful, with a little soft breath, and he got closer, suppressing Qinghui's aura, "What do you want to make trouble again?" Kindness? ”

What's not satisfying? I'm just thinking about beating people.

But speaking of which, it seems that when he was in the lower realm, Qinghui insisted on fighting with him.

The specific point of attachment is to stare at him and let him cultivate well.

Trying to make him soar into ...... sky.

Xie Feiran thought about it while looking at the little girl's long and dense eyelashes.