She looks like a child who wants to be praised by her elders, and if she has a tail behind her, she must have been cocked.

Yin Xiao didn't look at her pleasing look, but only stared at the two words in front of her for a moment: Mo Yao.

After a long time, Yin Xiao retracted his gaze, bowed his head lightly, and said, "It's well written." ”

Although there were only four words, and the tone did not fluctuate, Linglong was very happy to hear these four words from his mouth.

She is very confident in her words, she has never eaten pork, and she has never seen a pig run? It couldn't be worse.

How could she not be happy that such a person like him, who was picky at first glance, could say such words of praise, which was better than she had imagined?

Tsk, she's a talented girl, right?

Linglong was complacent, and wrote another poem on it:

Three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river.

Artemisia is full of short reed buds, which is the time when the puffer fish wants to eat.

Well, yes, yes, the more Linglong writes, the more satisfied she becomes, the more she writes, the happier she is, and it's quite a bit of self-satisfaction.

Yin Xiao walked to the window, looking at the spring light outside, his eyes were deep, his lips were pursed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Linglong wrote for a while, and when she was tired of writing, she ran out, and a gust of wind rose, and a few peach blossoms flew in from nowhere, pink and tender, and it was very beautiful.

A complete petal flew in front of him, Linglong reached out to take it, his face was filled with a bright smile, and he gently blew on the petals in his palm, and the petals flew away.

……

Mo Miao lay quietly on the ground by the lake, her face was pale and her breathing was weak, she tried to open her eyes, looking at this familiar place, the blue sky above her head like a wash of water made people's hearts become peaceful.

The wind is blowing, the water is murmuring, the petals are fragrant, and the birds are chirping.

But after all, this is just used to confuse people, she wants to go back to her own place, but it is always so difficult.

The longer she stays here, the weaker her body becomes, and the weaker her consciousness becomes, because the aura of this place always tempts her body and will.

She believed that it would not be long before she would disappear, not back to her original world, but completely in this world.

Unless she can get out as soon as possible.

Her weakness means that Linglong has become stronger, and she will be able to win against Linglong again?

……

Liu Qingyang stood on the tree, staring at the cheerful red figure in the courtyard not far away, and squinted slightly.

Spread out the palm of his left hand, there was a butterfly hairpin lying inside, but he unconsciously appeared in his mind the exact same hairpin on the man's head.

It's just that one is poorly made, and the other is exquisitely made.

Is it really a coincidence? Still is......

Ling Xiao Pavilion, Ling Xiao Pavilion, Liu Qingyang muttered in his mouth, his eyes became colder and colder, and the hand holding the wooden hairpin gradually tightened.

Suddenly, he leaped into the treetops and the rooftops toward the courtyard, and soon landed in front of the woman in red.

Linglong suddenly saw that there was an extra person in front of her, the whole person was stunned, her mouth opened into an O-shape, and when she saw who it was, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows, revealing a look of interest.

Liu Qingyang stepped forward with a smile, grabbed her arm, and suddenly a sword rushed towards her with a fierce murderous aura, Liu Qingyang had no choice but to let go of her, took a step back, and dodged the opponent's attack.

The two stood still, one dressed in blue, chic and uninhibited, and the other in black and cold-faced, domineering.

Liu raised his eyes lightly, the cold light flashed, and then smiled: "This son, have we seen it?" ”

Although he used a question, his tone was firm, and there was a hint of chill in his eyes when he looked at him.

Ge Qiu didn't say a word, his face was grim, and he unceremoniously stepped forward with his sword again.

The two of them fought together again, Liu Qingyang took out a bamboo flute, and Ge Qiu's sword did not fall behind several times, and the bamboo flute was attacked several times, but it was still intact, which showed that it was not an ordinary flute.

Linglong stood aside, with her hands on her chest, watching the show with great interest.

In her opinion, it is naturally Ge Qiu's martial arts that are superior, but it is not bad that this Liu Yi can take such a few moves in Ge Qiu's hands.

It's a pity that he is not an opponent after all, and soon Liu Yi was forced to retreat step by step, a little embarrassed, but his momentum was not much weaker than that of Ge Qiu.

"If you're a guest, why don't you show your true face?" Liu Qingyang sneered while reluctantly beckoning: "I don't know what your identity is? What is the purpose of being here? Doing so is inevitably a failure. ”

Ge Qiu stabbed the opponent's sleeve with a sword, almost stabbed the opponent in the face again, he narrowly dodged, and the next sword stabbed him in the chest.

This sword carries a surging anger and murderous aura, and it will definitely not please if it is stabbed, and it will either be killed or injured.

Liu Qingyang did not dodge, but a flash of silver light flew out of the bamboo flute and went straight towards Ge Qiu's chest.

Ge Qiu quickly turned over and dodged, approaching again with his sword, forcing Liu Qingyang to sweep backwards, a strand of hair was picked off, and flew into the air, leaving a scar on the left cheek.

The other party was fierce and the sword was fierce, Liu Qingyang knew that he couldn't please him, so he simply stopped fighting, turned in front of Linglong, grabbed her forearm, and opened the door behind her.

The danger was approaching, but he casually reached out and took the hairpin from the top of her head, and the green silk of the crow instantly lost its restraint and poured out like a waterfall.

Linglong's eyes widened, and with this dazzling effort, she actually pushed away the man in front of her.

Ge Qiu's sword stopped an inch from her heart, and she quickly withdrew her sword and flew away to stand in place.

This process is smooth and easy, it can be seen that Ge Qiu did not intend to kill him, and there is always room for him.

Liu Qingyang's hanging heart instantly returned to normal, his face was as dark as ink, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who let you block it?" ”

Mo Miao glanced at him, didn't speak, and stretched out his hand.

Liu Qing raised his eyebrows and his heart jumped, hugged his arms, and looked calm: "What do you do?" ”

Mo Miao pursed his lips and said coldly: "Give me back!" ”

Liu Qingyang took a deep look at her, reached out and took out a wooden hairpin from his chest and handed it to her.

Mo Jiao was about to take it, but suddenly paused, her calm eyes had a trace of waves, and in an instant, she returned to the same as before, she withdrew her hand and looked at him calmly: "It's not mine." ”

The change in her expression at that moment did not escape his eyes, and Liu Qingyang smiled slightly: "Since it's not yours, then I'll take it." ”

After that, calmly put away the hairpin.

Mo Jiao clenched her fists and glared at him angrily, she couldn't grab it from there, right? Damn it!

Liu Qingyang glanced at Ge Qiu and snorted, "Your guard is fierce, it's too boring, you can bear it." ”

Bodyguard? The corners of Mo Yao's mouth twitched slightly, and the dignified left god envoy gave her a guard? She didn't dare.

glanced at Ge Qiu, and sure enough, his already dark face became even darker in an instant, compared to what black charcoal had, there was a cold air on his body, which was terrifying.

Mo Miao deeply understood Liu Qingyang's boldness, if it weren't for Ge Qiu's intention to kill him, where could he still stand here and talk nonsense?

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