And he unloaded his aura, if she did it again, it would not be a beating, it would be the rhythm of beating.

Qinghui also unconsciously unloaded some strength, and subconsciously waved a small powder fist at Xie Feiran, who was approaching, in an attempt to knock him away.

Her wrist was gripped and her original attack trajectory was easily pushed aside.

The power in Qinghui's hand was swung out in a different position, and it smashed on the mountain rock next to him with a bang.

Xie Feiran glanced sideways at the mountain that had been almost flattened by the sword qi.

Xie Feiran: ......

I don't think you're trying to beat me up.

You're clearly going to kill me.

I found such a little girl to hold in my arms.

What's the difference between holding a weapon of mass destruction?

"You're not good, what are you going to do?"

His breath came up, his chin was already pressed on Qinghui's shoulder, and the two hugged each other in the air.

Moon-white and azure blue corners of the skirt are entangled.

The little girl raised her head, and her soft and fair little face made Xie Feiran pause slightly.

Well, okay, even if it's a weapon of mass destruction, but you're cute, you say it.

Xie Feiran pressed softly on her chin, showing her the corners of his clothes that had been cut by him, the cold beauty's expression was a little innocent, and the corners of her lips were slightly hooked, "Look, I lost." ”

Qinghui: ......?

He raised his head slightly, pinching the spirit sword hairpin that he didn't know when he picked up on Qinghui's hairpin, brushing Qinghui's hair so gently, pulling the hair strands, sorting out a beautiful bun, and putting the jade-colored hairpin into it so gently.

He lowered his head, touched the corner of Qinghui's lips, and took a sip gently.

The smile is even stronger.

"You won, so, I'm your trophy."

He grabbed Qinghui's little paw and put it on the hem of his coat.

Qinghui: ???

"You throw in the towel?"

Xie Feiran replied in a low voice.

"Willingly?"

Xie Feiran answered again.

His voice is good, with a bit of a cold texture.

Qinghui asked about the light coffee.

Unsurprisingly, I got the news that the task was not completed.

Clam up.

Xie Feiran lowered his head and looked at Qinghui, and saw that the little girl had a serious face, not knowing what she was thinking.

Then he suddenly raised his hand and poked it on his cheek, gritting his teeth a little viciously.

Hmph, she knows.

Bright Moon cheats paper! I know that I fooled her perfunctory!!

Every time I say I am willing, I don't go back with her directly!

Even if I can faintly feel it now, it doesn't seem to be so willing, but the fight still has to be fought, and Mingyue still has to be beaten.

I haven't won a fight before.

She's going to get it all back!!

Lord Spirit Sword is the most powerful!

"Radiant ......"

was poked in the face so viciously.

Xie Feiran laughed, held Qinghui's soft little hand, and pressed it low to Qinghui's ear and spoke, "You still have one thing to do now......

"What?"

Qinghui raised his eyes and looked at him, his long eyelashes flickering.

The brain circuit turned ninety-nine and eighty-one turns.

"It's time for a dim sum cake?"

Then I looked at him a little expectantly.

Xie Feiran: ......

No, not this one.

"Snacks later."

His voice fell mute.

The surrounding scene changed instantly, and I went straight to a bedroom.

The spiritual power floating in the air dissipated, and Qinghui fell, directly pressing on his body.

Qinghui stood up slightly, his hand still curled up at his collar.