A cold gaze fell on her, Fu Xin's eyes rolled, then he straightened his back, and said with a serious face, "Yes, he said that I laughed silly, silly and cute." After saying that, he grinned and made a big, silly smile.

The man snorted coldly and withdrew his dangerous gaze.

The villain in Fuxin's heart silently wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

Phew~ scared the baby to death.

Then he cruelly abused the villain of Huang Beiyue in his heart, you are a man with a small belly, you deserve to be single for tens of thousands of years.

The man with an indifferent face didn't know that the girl in front of him was smoking his villain in his heart, glanced at her coldly, and then turned around and sat down at the small tea table.

Qingwu brought in a pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the outside and gently placed it on the table not far in front.

"Come and paint a picture of the deity."

Hearing this, Fu Xin, who was abusing Huan, hurriedly ran to Huang Beiyue, lay down slightly on the small tea table in front of him, and asked strangely, "Isn't your daughter-in-law, hasn't your saint already painted a picture for you?" ”

Huang Beiyue, who was distracted by her posture, didn't notice her words at all, looked at her posture and frowned slightly, and said coldly, "As a woman, you should stand and sit." ”

Fu Xin silently pursed his mouth, reluctantly got up from the small tea table, and muttered, "Old man! ”

"What?"

"It's nothing, let's draw, hehe." smiled wryly, hurriedly walked behind the desk, lifted the pen and gestured towards Huang Beiyue decently.

"Lord Emperor, the little woman is not good at painting, if you can't paint your old man's face perfectly, you want the adult to have a lot, don't worry about the little woman!"

"Old man?" Huang Beiyue looked at her coldly.

Qingwu next to him glanced at his emperor's young and handsome face, and then glanced at Fu Xin, who nodded seriously, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Although Emperor Zun is said to be tens of thousands of years old, but in terms of age in the world of cultivating immortals, it is nothing, as long as you have the strength, a young face is at your fingertips.

What's more, Heavenly Dao said, those who are at the royal level can teleport thousands of miles, and they can rejuvenate and rejuvenate forever.

Emperor Zun cultivated to the monarch rank at the age of twenty-five, not to mention that he is young himself, even if he is an old monster, he can still have a young appearance again.

How ignorant this woman is to think that the emperor is an 'old man'.

Fu Xin completely ignored Qingwu's disdainful eyes, in her opinion, a man is only young until he is forty years old, otherwise, even if you have an ageless face, you are still an old man.

What's more, Huang Beiyue's actual age is already long live, this is an old man!

"Lord Emperor, you haven't agreed yet, in case I can't draw well, don't condemn you." Fu Xin held the pen and did not move, just waiting for him to nod.

Huang Beiyue's eyes narrowed slightly, a dangerous light flashed, his lips hooked slightly, and he said lightly, "It depends on the mood." ”

Fuxin: "......" is really a stingy man!

However, there is still a guarantee for complaining, but her painting skills are not very good!

"Hehe, but I think that Lord Emperor Zhang's fairy-like handsomeness must look good no matter how he draws, so I still don't worry too much."

Qingwu: "......" This fart is slippery! I didn't practice less.

"You're procrastinating, and I don't mind condemning you right now."

Huang Beiyue's face did not change his cold voice, and he was not moved by her flattery at all.