"No, no, no, no!"

It's a pity that the people who were ruthlessly rejected haven't given up.

Cen Yuanqing took two steps with three feet, once again catching up with the real small speed of the sky.

"Goddess...... I'm not a prodigal son, I'm sincere to you! "Justify yourself in a hurry.

This guy?

Really little stunned.

Feeling that the man's footwork was light and weird, she couldn't help but turn around again and take a good look at the person's face.

Cen Yuanqing?

That's a familiar name.

In the blink of an eye, the real little finally remembered.

His Excellency Bai Guang is under the jurisdiction of the quasi-young master of the third-level sect Divine Eagle Stream, and his name is Cen Yuanqing. It seems to be a cousin relationship with the fool Cen Yuanlie who rode the flaming wind eagle in Fuhu Hall at the beginning.

Between the eyebrows of the man in front of him, he could vaguely find similarities with Cen Yuanlie, but compared to his cousin's feminine temperament, this young man's facial features were more sunny and handsome.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a good impression of Cen Yuanlie, let alone his brother.

"Cen Shaoxia, do you know who I provoked? If you follow like this, even your life will be in danger. The tone was a little impatient.

Behind his fingers, he really wanted to bluff Cen Yuanqing away.

"Isn't it the butterfly of the true phoenix sand? That's great! I haven't been through such a catastrophe yet, and now my father will definitely be angry with me hahahaha! ”

"You're working too hard alone, I'll help you."

It turned out to be a madman.

I didn't have the consciousness of being disliked by the real little one at all, and I even felt that this life-and-death chase was extremely interesting.

Cen Yuanqing had an excited expression on his face, and he didn't care about Zhenxiao's wishes at all, so he used his aura to cover her and drag her to speed up!

"Son of Evil...... Why are you wading through these troubled waters?! ”

On the stands of Wuyin Mountain in Tianhai Valley, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Cen Yuanqing was trembling with anger!

This person is Cen Yuanqing's father, who is quite a headache.

It is no accident that Cen Yuanqing is interested in Zhenxiao.

As early as after the Fuhu Hall was in turmoil, Cen Yuanlie soaked in a medicine jar and was carried back to the Divine Eagle Stream, he heard the name "really small" from his cousin's mouth.

can make the bastard cousin, who is not a ghost or a ghost, and pluck his war eagle into a bald hair, the image of this strange woman who is really small immediately turned into a giant with a thousand feet tall and shining in Cen Yuanqing's heart.

I just wanted to go to the Flying Dragon Temple to make friends with her, but I was helpless to be locked up by my father in the sect to practice.

Although the body is not free, but borrowing the identity of the quasi-young master, Cen Yuanqing can send someone to collect a lot of gossip about the real little thing.

For example, when she first entered the Flying Dragon Temple, she even broke the Black Tower and the White Tower, beat Zimo, bullied Beisansan, and put Guanzi up and down to the people, and was submissive.

For example, in the Seven Leaves Valley where her figure appeared, there is also a legend that a certain female general stole the true heart of Ji Qingyi, a disciple of the main lineage.

Even not long after assembling in the Tianhai Valley Banner Camp, there was explosive news that she had flattened Song Tianyou, the young sect of Tianhai Valley, and forced him to be deposed!

Idol!

All kinds of legends made Cen Yuanqing have a fanatical sense of worship for Zhen Xiaoxiao!

How nice it would be if I could live so freely?

But it doesn't matter, now that I've finally left the Condor Stream, I can finally do whatever I want!

Cen Yuanqing shivered excitedly.

Take the line of the goddess, and from today on, I will also become the legendary man!

This kid ......

Sick!

And he was not lightly ill.

Looking at Cen Yuanqing's distorted little face, Zhen Xiao shivered fiercely, but he did not refuse his help again.

If nothing else, this guy's speed is really fast!

Without borrowing the magic weapon and dragging himself, he can still keep his distance under the pursuit of the sand butterfly, and at full speed, he is only a little slower than himself.