On the spirit boat outside the Xizu Temple, Li Rongfei screamed "ah" and fainted.

This time, she was really in the Divine Mind Enter.

With her cultivation, being able to condense a divine thought is already her full strength. A proper mind of the Lord is by no means a distraction.

This strand of divine thought was obliterated, and her divine soul was immediately severely damaged.

"Senior sister!" Deze exclaimed, raised his hand on Li Rongfei's wrist, and frowned when he checked it.

The "broadcast" in the space of the Three Thousand Realms of Divine Thought, Deze saw and heard it. He just couldn't figure it out, how could Li Rongfei offend that killing god! Thunder Emperor Chu Feng, he is famous for his thunderous temper and brutality.

Lin Tianhao looked at Li Rongfei blankly, pushed Deze away, and hugged Li Rongfei. His beauty is not to be touched by others, nor to fall on the deck.

He was going to hold her. "Mo Li, Juejue."

Deze looked at Lin Tianhao and sighed. Ignorance is bliss. If this fool had known about the damage to his Marie, he would have been frightened to death.

In another world far away, His Majesty the Great Thunder Emperor Chu Feng stood facing the wall.

On the wall, there is a painting.

In the painting, the flowers on the luxuriant hibiscus tree are blooming brilliantly, and the eighteen-colored flowers are delicate and gorgeous.

The inscription on the painting: Hibiscus is a fragrant flower, not after the flowers.

This is why as soon as Li Rongfei recited this poem, Chu Feng's divine thoughts flickered. He was very shaken.

Once, there was a beautiful goddess who painted this picture in front of him and said to him, "The hibiscus is a fragrant flower, and it has not fallen after the flowers." I am this hibiscus flower, the flowers bloom in eighteen colors, and the flowers are different. Xiaofeng, from now on, you will be like my brother, can you call me Rong'er? ”

"Yes, Sister Rong."

"It's not Sister Rong, it's Rong'er."

"Xiao Feng doesn't dare."

That year, he was fourteen years old. is still a mortal who has just begun to cultivate, and he doesn't dare to call the goddess Rong'er. He's just her little slave.

"Good boy!" The goddess smiled softly, "Good boy, be obedient and call me Rong'er." ”

"Rong'er."

"Hmm. That Xiaofeng, you marry Rong'er, okay? ”

"Kaede...... Xiao Feng ......, "Don't dare." Goddess, don't make such jokes.

"Good boy, be obedient. And he said, If one day thou art like me, and thou shalt become a god, thou shalt marry me. ”

Fourteen-year-old Chu Feng mustered up his courage: "I, Chu Feng, swear that if one day, Sister Rong and I will ...... Rong'er is general, and when she becomes a god, she marries Rong'er as his wife. ”

The goddess smiled, and smiled like a flower. "Hee-hee...... What can I do? Dusty also swore that he would marry me? Or if any of you becomes a god, he will marry me? Oh, what if both of you become gods? ”

The goddess is smiling, beautiful, and charming, messing up the young man's pool of spring water. However, to her, these are all jokes, just to amuse children.

Today, Chu Feng is already standing at the top of the gods, and he has long been the existence that the gods look up to.

But...... The beauty is long gone.

Chu Feng raised his hand to caress the painting on the wall, his fingers resting on the word "Rong", and the soft and soft words still sounded in his ears.

"Xiao Feng, you are a good boy."