"You know what! Different varieties, different varieties! ”

"I don't care about the variety, I just know that Master is so beautiful, fairy-like, and has flower fragrance pills all year round, so he should love beauty very much. Such a woman, but with a stinky fat bird by her side, how much she fell into the face. ”

Flora Mist sat down cross-legged and smiled evilly, "Stinky Bird, did you say?" ”

Hearing her say this, the immortal bird immediately panicked.

It was afraid that Wu Xiangling's critical gaze would notice itself. After following the witch bell for many years, it has long known its owner, and it seems to be very casual, but in private, it doesn't know how harsh it is on itself.

It flapped its wings in anger and snapped: "Yellow-haired girl!" You drop your conscience, and you drop badly! ”

"As soon as you came, you vomited my spiritual power and extinguished my heavenly fire for no reason."

Flora Mist sat on the ground and re-fiddled the fuel tank under the Dan furnace, trying to rekindle it.

The immortal bird lost face, and there was no way to earn it back, and the bird's brain turned around, realizing that it was not cost-effective to offend the flower fat mist, and this was a matter of harming others and not benefiting oneself, so it was better to stop there.

It swooped down, lightning swept across the mist of flower butter, and with a bang, the fire began to burn again, and it was a blue immortal fire.

"Hey, what are you messing with?" The flower mist shouted.

The immortal bird's mung bean eyes suddenly widened: "The deity kindly lit a fire for you, you dare to say that the deity is making trouble?" Is there a heavenly principle? Is there a royal law? There is no love! ”

Flower Fat Mist took a breath, and looked at this stinky bird who thought highly of himself with the eyes of a fool: "I want to cultivate, layer by layer, it is enough to use the heavenly fire first, I don't want your immortal fire." ”

Its face turned red, its feathers were redder than usual, and it muttered in a low voice: "If you don't want it, you don't want it, next time you want it, the deity won't give it to you." The yellow-haired girl who doesn't know the goods can't even tell the difference between the heavenly fire and the golden fire, and she is not worthy of seeing the immortal fire of the deity......"

The flower fat mist immediately grasped the point of its words, and turned his head to look at it: "What did you say?" Heavenly fire and golden fire? Can't tell the difference? ”

The immortal bird snorted coldly, flapped its wings and flew to the edge of the window and squatted, "The heavenly fire is a pure golden flame, but you, this one, is only covered with a layer of pure gold, and the inner flame inside is still the most inferior firewood." Don't believe it, you lit it, blow and try it. ”

Suspiciously, the mist lit the firewood, and then, in the same way, poured spiritual power, and soon, the golden flame reappeared.

"Blow, blow, blow!" The immortal bird waited to see her disappointed look, and urged excitedly.

She bent down and blew softly into the flames.

Suddenly, the upper end of the flame trembled twice, and the moment the flame parted with the wind, it could indeed be seen that the inner flame was still the lowest grade orange-yellow, which was very different from the pure gold of the outer flame.

"How can you ...... like this," Flora Mist frowned.

The immortal bird was happy, and while humming the bird song, he said: "How do I know~ Maybe, it's because your spiritual power is too bad to be an alchemist at all, haha-hey! Don't pull my hair! ”

She quietly used the cold trick, plated a simple anti-scorching spell on her hand to prevent being burned, and then, staring at the tail feathers of the immortal bird, she was quick and ruthless, and it was a slam.

All of a sudden, a certain bird was so painful that tears fell out.

"I'm dripping mom, I'm dripping hair, my beloved tail hair, you're bald......"