Shaofeng looked like he hated iron but not steel, which frightened Shaolong and Shaobai, so that they didn't dare to defend more, bowed their heads to listen to the training, and reflected on their own mistakes.

Seeing Shaofeng's rare seriousness, Baihe and Hua Yingke simply hid aside.

Anyway, there is a difference between relatives and relatives, and Shaofeng is too lazy to scold them.

However, the slowly descending autumn cicada interjected as soon as it appeared in front of everyone.

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she was a little disgusted.

"Okay, it's not easy for them, it's okay to scold a couple of sentences!"

"You don't want to think about it, if they didn't do this business, would they be able to have their current cultivation?"

Qingling's majestic voice reached the ears of Hua Yingke and others, and immediately won their favor.

Especially the two Shaobai brothers who were trained, for a while, it can be said that they have extremely recognized the beautiful and moving cheap godmother of the autumn cicada.

How much do you know how sorry for them!

Shaofeng didn't want to downplay the past, and when he saw this, he was a little disgusted, and looked back and said politely.

"What's the matter with you?"

"You're their mother again!"

When he said this, he immediately exploded the autumn cicada, his kind eyes were unusually cold, and he stretched out his soft and boneless jade hand, and coldly pinched Shaofeng's waist.

Shaofeng instantly felt a sharp pain like a pinprick in his heart, and he gritted his teeth and screamed.

"It hurts!"

"Spread it out, it hurts!"

The autumn cicada didn't seem to hear it, the strength in his hand continued to increase, no matter how Shaofeng struggled, he didn't let go, and asked with a smile.

"Say it again, who am I, who are you?"

"Ah...... Enough, I'm talking, you're their godmother!"

Shaofeng's strength was not good, and he couldn't break free, so he had to admit it, but he was still a little angry and fooled the autumn cicada.

The autumn cicada is not like a woman like Mo Chou, hearing Shaofeng's reluctance, she felt aggrieved in her heart, let go of her jade hand, tears filled her eyes, and then wiped her tears with her sleeves.

"You have no conscience, what are you? Who am you?"

"I'm willing to die with you, don't you pity me at all?"

“......”

A woman's trick, one crying, two troubles and three hangings, Rao is Shaofeng is so hard-hearted, he can't stand it, he wants to pull someone for help, but he finds that Hua Yingke and Baihe are far away from the side, and he is watching it with relish, and suddenly misses his pharmacist master.

"Alas, how good it would be for the master to be here!"

After looking at the autumn cicada and crying, Shaofeng's heart softened, and he said to the Shaobai brothers with some embarrassment.

"Alright, I'...... You two come here, I've seen you cicada godmother!"

Shaolong and Shaobai are now a bad belly, and they have also learned a good hand from someone, they looked at each other silently, and they complimented each other very flatteringly.

"Godmother, you are so beautiful!"

"Hello godmother!"

"Hey, that's good!"

The two guys had a sweet mouth as if they had smeared honey, which made the autumn cicada suddenly cry and not cold, blooming with a motherly smile, squatting down and touching the foreheads of the two guys, Qiujiang looked at Shaofeng with his eyes, and trained him dissatisfiedly.

"Such a good righteous son, you can still go down!"

"In the future, I will be my godmother, see how you bully them!"

"Hehe, you have to inch in!"

Shaofeng suddenly felt that arguing with the woman was really idle and had nothing to do, so he pouted and went to Hua to welcome the guests, and then casually learned about the situation of the elves.

The so-called Shaojia Jingwei does not exist, and one step further is the inner ocean, there are still seven months before Luo Bing's one-year period, and Shaofeng can't delay it anymore.

......

There is no turmoil on Shaofeng's side for the time being, and with the help of Qiushui Cicada and Baihe, he is making a route to Xingchen Island in the mass grave city.

And in the depths of the inner ocean, in a distant sea, there is a huge island of emerald green like tourmaline, like a small continent.

There are thousands of small islands scattered around this big island, which guards the big island.

At the heart of the island is an extremely primeval forest.

Above the forest, the aura is imposing, the blue light is filled, and there are many creatures that resemble the appearance of flowers welcoming guests, and among them there is a majestic wooden palace complex full of wildness.

At this moment, in the most magnificent hall of the palace complex, on the golden throne, a lazy half-lying blonde woman, for some reason, there was a throbbing tide in her heart, and she suddenly opened her tourmaline eyes, shooting out two emerald green rays of light.

"What is pulling the Immortal on the border of the Inner Ocean?"

The woman has blonde hair and curved eyebrows, an extremely mature body, seductive and seductive, a pair of blue eyes set off her whole person as wild and noble and majestic, her delicate appearance, fair skin, and soul-seducing body. is not inferior to Shangguan Xueji and Wuyun Ji and other first-class beauties in Tianxuan.

I saw her staring at the outside of the main hall for a long time, and her heart moved, and she disappeared strangely on the throne and went deeper into the forest.

After a while, the woman arrived at a stone house courtyard surrounded by countless 10,000-year-old trees, and behind it was a mountain cliff.

The blonde woman stood outside the courtyard with a throbbing heart, bowing down respectfully, and the light and empty voice reverberated among the intertwined old trees.

"The contemporary saint-spirit fairy has something important to say, and the two clans are tired of seeing each other!"

"Please come in!"

A sound passed, and in the next moment, an old woman's voice sounded from inside the stone house, and the closed courtyard door automatically opened with a flash of aura.

The spirit fairy hesitated for a moment, her beautiful eyes were certain, and she walked in.

As soon as I entered, there was another surge of aura, and the dilapidated courtyard gate was closed again.

In three hundred and fifty-nine steps, the spirit fairy respectfully entered the stone house, and a beautiful woman with a still youthful face was holding a broken ancient book in her hand, patiently studying the obscure ancient elephant characters, and touching the spirit wood compass with her hand.

The saint did not dare to say more, but waited patiently for a long time, and finally ended the wait with the woman's hearty laughter.

"Hahaha, there is a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but there is no chance to meet on the other side!"

"It's time for my elves to break the game!"