"Why are you so red? Am I going to make you hurt so much? I leaned over to look at his face and asked thoughtfully. I realized that Fang just gently pulled his hair, and didn't exert a lot of strength, why is he so delicate like a delicate goddess who can't touch it?

"I'm ......" Feng Yi finally stopped moving, lowered his head and sat next to me. That's right! How nice it is to be safe and secure like this! But he still didn't speak, I wondered, I don't know if the immortals in their river are so bad at words?

Perhaps he had a rare illness that he could not speak more than ten words, or else he would have stammered.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to finally remember what he had to say, and looked relieved: "The piece of beeswax I gave you back last time ......"

"I'm done!" I pulled it out of my sleeve and showed him the small stone that wasn't crystal clear. The small dark yellow stone is like a small drop of water, and it is like nephrite jade when it is warm and ironed on the hand, and it is very comfortable to touch.

Last time, he left this piece of beeswax to me before leaving the feast, saying that if he was in a hurry to summon him, he only needed to inject a little spiritual power into this piece of beeswax. I can also transmit sound thousands of miles, I speak to this stone, and it will not be long before he has his own way of hearing my voice.

Legend has it that amber is the last tear shed by the tiger before he dies, so it is extremely precious and admired by the world, and beeswax is the best in amber. Feng Yi gave me this high-quality beeswax, which shows that he is still very sister and brother friendship.

"Hmm." He stopped talking, his eyes dodging and wandering.

Now I don't understand it again. This kind of look is only like this when the third brother is lying to the mother god, only the second sister will be like this when she sees the fox of the Tushan clan, and only Qin Yuan will be like this when he quietly eats the fruit left by his brothers and sisters.

I didn't do anything to be sorry for him, and he gave me this piece of beeswax willingly. But at the moment, he seemed to distrust me, or look down on me. I saw that he looked down on me very much, and when he was not paying attention, I secretly cast a spell, plucked one of his hairs and let him know it.

That's fine, the color of his hair is very good-looking, I folded this hair in two, and with a flick of my hand, there was a small hole in this piece of beeswax. I threaded my hair through the hole and tied a knot, and it was a beautiful beeswax necklace.

"That way you won't lose it!" I patted my chest and assured him, showing him the sturdy necklace I had made.

Feng Yi saw the beeswax that An An was hanging firmly on my neck, and his face softened slightly, but for some reason his face suddenly turned even redder, and he was even more speechless.

I'm even more puzzled. Is this river god really that boring? I didn't see him so reserved when I first met him, and I still have a lot to say at my birthday party. Why did he say two sentences now, I got acquainted with him, but he didn't move at every turn.

This little god is really strange.

The people on our Kunlun Mountain are simple and simple, and they have always spoken straightforwardly, and I really look down on him for his self-supporting appearance. Even if the immortals in the river may be like this, he should also understand that he is following the customs, and now he is on the boundary of my Kunlun Mountain, what is he still called.

I can't help it!

I jumped up from my stool and stood in front of him and came face to face with him: "What are you going to say?" ”

Feng Yi looked up at me, those glassy amber eyes were exposed to the sun, and the light was refracted everywhere to make me dizzy, these eyes were as unpredictable as if they had cast a spell.

I was a little stunned.

Taking advantage of my stunned efforts, he reluctantly spoke: "You really don't need to seduce me like this......"

I was completely stunned.

While I was stunned, the silver-haired and gray-eyed fairy in front of me disappeared in the blink of an eye, and I didn't know whether he was a water-grown fairy who had escaped or flown into the sky, anyway, he was gone.

One thing to say, being able to come and go freely in Kunlun Mountain, the mana is also a little stronger.

That's not the point, though.

He said I seduced him!?

I was puzzled by this. I didn't wag my tail at him or undress him, so why did he think I was seducing him? To be an immortal, you have to have a credential to speak, and besides, we are all immortals with heads and faces, and his slander against me is really annoying to me.

Just as I was about to flip the table, I remembered the teachings of the Mother Goddess. Since I was born a god, I am better than all sentient beings when I crawl out of the womb of the mother goddess, and I have immortality and immortality that others will not envy. Gods like us must be generous, tolerant, and understand the suffering of the little gods and mortals.

Then I'll put up with it for the time being, calm down, and analyze what he said.

I held my chin and was about to fall into a round of deep thought, just when I turned my head to see Qin Yuan, who was sitting next to me, looking at me, and he was still grabbing a handful of melon seeds in his hand with relish.

If he just simply eats melon seeds, then I'll just let him eat melon seeds, after all, no matter how good he is, he is also a bird, and his natural favorite is this kind of food with shells, and I can't deprive a bird of the right to eat melon seeds.

But his expression of watching the play was excessive!

He just sat on the sidelines, munching melon seeds and witnessing the whole process. As the saying goes, the authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Then I'll ask him, a bystander, where did I offend Feng Yi, where did I feel sorry for Feng Yi, why did he say that I seduced him!?

"Hey, stop it!" I moved towards him, rolled my eyes, grabbed a handful from his hand, and began to swallow on my own. Where will Qin Yuan listen to me, he is still using his dexterous beak, which can highlight that he is really a bird, is extremely skillfully swallowing.

Father told me that Qin Yuan was a man of many words. I couldn't agree more. Father also told me that in the past, Qin Yuan had spoken much more, but after he was under the throne of my mother, he could almost be said to have become more silent than before.

Because I used to have a boring life, I used to draw small sticks on the wall of my room.

In my heart, I secretly gave the mother goddess and Qin Yuan a game that lasted for ten days. Every time the Mother Goddess and the Chinhara said a word, I drew a small wooden stick behind their respective names. On the tenth day, I carefully counted the pillars of incense before I could count them clearly. Qin Yuan said more than 36,000 sentences in the past ten days, basically every sentence was more than 50 words, and he often said hundreds of sentences without stopping. The Mother Goddess only said more than 500 sentences, and half of these more than 500 sentences were "good", "okay", "understood" and so on.

Perhaps Qin Yuan had a rare illness, and his beak was painful and even life-threatening if he didn't speak, so he had to say so much.

Later, I found a good way to find him a lot of melon seeds. In this way, his mouth does not have to be idle, and our family does not have to listen to his noisy chatter, the best of both worlds.

Qin Yuan is Qin Yuan, I don't need to mention it, he himself began to be verbose, but he was also very long-winded: "God, you have to know that he is the river god, not our mountain god, what if the gods in their river have any hardships and secrets?" He said you were seducing him, but I didn't see how you seduced him anyway. You sit upright, and there is no need to pay attention to his inexplicable words. Maybe he really couldn't speak, and he was embarrassed to leave by himself when he was embarrassed and angry? But I think he still has a lot of respect for you, I ......"

"Stop! Eat melon seeds. "I was throbbed by Qin Yuan's long-winded brain. In a few days, I will see if I can go to Guanyin, and ask her if she can recruit disciples, my family has a genius who recites mantras, and he is very talented, and he really can't be buried.