Chinese In the sea of flowers, the deep pit not far away is being automatically filled, and those delicate flowers that have not been affected are as clean as ever.

Floating on the soil, they slowly split into delicate seedlings from their fibrous roots, and the young seedlings the size of their tail fingers were filled with the warm sunlight, and in the blink of an eye, the fragrant stamens were revealed in the stretched stems and leaves.

Colorful flowers swirled down, like a canteen, and they lined up, waiting for the pit to gradually fill in.

In the enchantment, everything destroyed by Su Mochuan is being restored in an orderly manner, only the ancient tree that has been shattered into slag seems to have no possibility of recovery.

"This is too slow, we might as well do something else." Planting flowers in the dark path is faster than making tea, giving up the urge to lick the bottom of the cup, Yihuang put the poor cup with only one drop of tea in his hand on the table.

"What do you want to do?" Stopping, Su Mochuan looked over with contempt.

"Do you want to wear a tiara?" She took out the hairpin from the Infinity Bag and held it in her hand, and she waved it to him eagerly.

While she had not been in school for long, she decided to give him a hair as soon as possible, and if it was a few days later, she would probably not remember how to get it.

"Aren't you ready to repay the favor?" Sighing slightly, Su Mochuan seemed to be disappointed, untied the tea leaves that were fixed aside, he leisurely condensed a drop of tea, and flicked it to the bottom of the cup with his fingertips.

Descendant: What's going on with the resentful look of "......"?! "Isn't that crown just for gratitude? By the way, why do you always have loose hair when you're such a big person? ”

Do you want to be blown by the wind and indulge in pride when driving the clouds?

This pampered young master, shouldn't there be no one around him who can comb his hair, right?

But it's the same with herself, she is seven hundred years old, and it wasn't until the day before yesterday that she barely learned to curl her hair, after all, she has been a yuan body since she was born, and she just basks in the sun every day, whether it is eating, walking or practicing, she doesn't need others to take care of her.

"The deity doesn't use hairpins." Uninterested, he replied that he had no intention of doing it himself.

"Well, I'm waiting for you! I will! Finally, there is a place where I can beat you! Yi Huang smiled happily and squinted, sure enough, Su Mochuan is also a guy who doesn't have life skills!

"Huh? Phoenix wants to curl hair for the deity? Waving his sleeves to put away the tea leaves, Su Mochuan chuckled lightly with a full elbow.

Yihuang nodded very proudly, and suddenly, Mengqing's voice jumped out of his head, and he shouted arrogantly, "Don't touch the top of the head of the opposite sex!" ’。

After thinking about it for a while, she reluctantly asked, "Do you have any quirks?" For example, can't be touched by the hair or something? ”

"Why do you ask?" Strange raised eyebrows, not only hair, he didn't even want to be touched by the corners of his clothes.

"The mortal I met when I went out this time said that in the Qixian Realm, the opposite sex can't touch the top of each other's heads, let me not be impulsive, and ask you if you can touch it first."

"......" pressed down to ask whether the mortal she knew was a man or a woman, pinched the trick and condensed a low couch that was transparent on all sides, sat cross-legged on it, and beckoned her to come over with his eyes.

got up and stepped forward without a temper, and Yi Huang couldn't help but secretly say, how did Su Mochuan degenerate so much that he didn't even bother to speak?

He doesn't like to eat, he doesn't like to talk, I really don't know what the use of his mouth is? Is it just for aesthetics? It still looks like everyone has grown, and he also has a meaningful growth.

He sat cross-legged across from Su Mochuan, and before he could roll up his sleeves, he had lowered his head to match her height.

The ink hair poured, and the night-like tea fragrance seemed to be infected into the depths of the hair, and the wisps of sweetness were sent with the wind, like the ethereal and invisible waves of the moon, but they penetrated into the bottom of the heart at a glance and lingered for a long time.

He took a few breaths of uncontrollably, and it was not until he inhaled the refreshing aroma deeply into his lungs that he came back to his senses with great satisfaction.

The ink hair in her hand slipped from between her fingers, and the corners of her forehead tightened with some shame.

Is it crazy to scold yourself? How can you pull someone's hair so off-line and smell violently, this kind of behavior should be called perverted, right?!

forced a calm peek at it, but fortunately, Su Mochuan didn't seem to notice her perverted behavior, he still lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and he stared intently at the mat with the ice silk that sat down.

This low-profile appearance made her heart itch more than once, and she wanted to be strong and didn't care, but it was like a cup of water, surrounded for a long time, and she still couldn't control it everywhere.

Stabilizing her mind, Yi Huang raised her hand and rudely brushed back the black hair that hung down on the side of her face, touching the cool black hair, making her heart tremble again when she had just calmed down.

Her fingers stiffened, and she regretted her sloppiness.

For the first time in my life, I felt that face-to-face combing with the opposite sex is indeed an intimate thing!

Mengqing! I regret it! I should have listened to you if I knew I wouldn't do such a stupid thing! And the person who decided not to touch his head was definitely formulated from an intimate point of view! This is clearly afraid that someone will die of embarrassment in the process of combing their hair!

Yihuang's heart was galloping, and his subordinates couldn't take care of it.

The air was quiet, the flowers and leaves were swaying, the thin clouds were rolling, and after waiting quietly for a while, Su Mochuan raised his head unhurriedly.

Seeing that the descendant was stunned, a pair of watery and agile black eyes were sluggishly slanted to the upper left, and the already small mouth was also embarrassed at this time, as if it was trying to remember.

"Has Huang Huang forgotten what happened?" Zhang held her soft little hand, even if the method was clumsy, it really hurt to pull his hair so stiffly.

"Uh...... Am I that stupid? When the skin touched, the descendant couldn't help but feel a flutter.

Retracting her heart that had strayed into another world, she pulled her hand and let go of the black hair that he wouldn't break no matter how much she pulled it.

Sighing secretly, since she couldn't concentrate face-to-face, she might as well try behind him.

Under Su Mochuan's puzzled gaze, the phoenix moved around behind him.

Coming to the back, looking at the wide shoulders and narrow waist that looked like a knife under his black hair for a while, the phoenix suppressed the strange idea of wanting to pick up from behind him, and reached out and began to stroke the loose hair.

I wanted to give Su Mochuan a tall ponytail, but his hair was really not covered, and he couldn't grab it with just one hand.

If you insist on trapping it, the black hair will slip out between your fingers like flowing water and sand.

Abandoning her playful ponytail style, she let the black hair on the back of his head fall over her shoulders, ignoring the warm touch of her fingers as she ruffled his hair at the sides.

Twisting it a few times, holding the heavy bun, the descendant touched the hairpin, "Where's the crown?" Take it out and give it to me. ”

(To be continued.) )

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