Holding Meng Zihao's fetal brush, looking at the green silk added by Miss Zhang and the small poems carefully carved on the pen barrel, Xiao Wuchen secretly sighed the magic between Hongchen and friendship, this is an emotion that the dustless little fairy can not feel for thousands of years, pain and joy, melancholy and happiness coexist, and even Xiao Wuchen's heart is a ripple for Hongchen's infatuated people.

They are so infatuated, let them separate the yin and yang phases, or reincarnate as strangers of the two generations, it is indeed a very painful thing for them, it is better to fulfill them.

Xiao Wuchen took the fetal brush and thought to himself, thinking about using spiritual power to resurrect Miss Zhang and fulfill Meng Zihao and Miss Zhang.

However, it is not enough to rely on Xiao Wuchen's spiritual power alone, but also to their sincerity that is stronger than gold, Miss Zhang's sincerity can already be witnessed, although Meng Zihao also loves Miss Zhang, that is because Miss Zhang is the daughter of a famous and noble official, she is full of talent, and she is born beautiful, and Meng Zihao is just a poor and down-and-out scholar, of course he will accept Miss Zhang's love.

If Miss Zhang changes her identity and is nothing, just a cold and stiff corpse, and Meng Zihao is reused by the emperor again, and her future is bright, then Meng Zihao is willing to gather Miss Zhang back to the mansion, marry Miss Zhang's corpse, and sleep with her?

Xiao Wuchen thought about it, now is the time to witness Meng Zihao's true love, as long as Meng Zihao really loves Miss Zhang and is willing to sleep with Miss Zhang's corpse, Miss Zhang is warmed up by Yang Qi, and there is hope for returning to Yang, otherwise his efforts will be wasted, and Meng Zihao's future will be buried.

If that's the case, Xiao Wuchen can only sigh that everything **** in Hongchen is illusory and unbelievable.

Xiao Wuchen no longer believes in it, and no longer interferes with Hongchen's above all love dreams.

Xiao Wuchen was thinking about it, but Xiao Huangqing outside was in a hurry, Xiao Huangqing waited left and right, a cup of tea had passed, and Xiao Wuchen still didn't come out, and he couldn't help but be anxious, would it take so long to take a fetal brush, or Xiao Wuchen hadn't found it at all, or that Mr. Meng's fetal brush was not in Miss Zhang's bedroom at all.

Xiao Huangqing finally couldn't breathe, and shouted in a low voice outside, "Wuchen, dustless sister, have you found Mr. Meng's fetal brush, it's almost dawn, forget if you can't find it, come back tomorrow night, I don't want you to be unable to possess your body and become a demon in the demon world, we already have an appointment with fate to be together, don't you bother me, dustless, dustless sister." ”

Xiao Wuchen heard Xiao Huangqing's shout, and came back to his senses from thinking, this Xiao Huangqing was obviously concerned about Xiao Wuchen and worried that Xiao Wuchen was something, but he just spoke like this.

Xiao Wuchen smiled slightly, Xiao Huang is naughty by nature, he is really cute, I am afraid that he will be a lover when he grows up, but I don't know that the girl is blessed to get Huang Qing's love.

What kind of mess are you thinking, Xiao Wuchen was stunned, and found that when he met Huang Qing tonight, his mind was a little trance, and he always deviated from the conventional thinking of cultivating immortals.

This is terrible, Xiao Wuchen hurriedly calmed down and secretly made up his mind that from now on, he would never see Xiao Huangqing again.

Xiao Wuchen walked out of the window, walked to Xiao Huangqing and said coldly, "I have found the fetal brush, and now I have to rush to the palace to give the fetal brush to the emperor. Before Wuchen's voice fell, the person had turned into white light and disappeared.

Leaving Xiao Huangqing to stay where he was for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses, what was going on.