The stinky-fart voice said, "You think so much." ”

Qing Yu couldn't help laughing.

At this time, the two people who spoke happened to approach, and Qing Yu finally saw clearly, one looked like a fourteen-five-teen young man, and the other looked like he was at most ...... Looks like I'm about 10 years old.

There is no need to guess, Qingyu thinks that the stinky fart sound must be this little boy's.

The two saw Qingyu, and interestingly, the little boy just glanced at her lightly, and then continued to walk forward as if he didn't see it.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy seemed to have expected him to have such a temper, and shouted helplessly: "Little junior brother! ”

Then he arched his hand at Qingyu: "Hello seniors, the junior's surname is Meng, and I have passed here with my junior brother, and there is no malice, I hope that the seniors will not blame." ”

Qing Yu leaned against a tree and asked, "Are you going to get the tears of the immortals?" ”

"Huh? The seniors heard it! Yes, yes, we are indeed going to ......" The young man surnamed Meng was stunned for a moment, and then tried to explain to Qing Yu, but was interrupted by his junior brother.

"What's the matter with her? Senior brother, you can't go! "It still stinks—fart.

Qing Yu suddenly wondered whose little kid this was, at a young age, how could he not understand any politeness!

"What's your name, little brat?" Qingyu teased in a good mood.

Wimpy Kid...... Angry.

"Who's that little kid you called?" The anger is really not small.

"Naturally, it's you, you don't call yourself a little fart, what's your name?" Qingyu hooked her lips.

The little fart boy was even more unhappy now, and snorted coldly: "What's the matter with you?" ”

"Of course, it's my business, because I'm going to get the fairy tears too!" Qingyu looked at the little fart child with a little provocation, he was facing her sideways, his face was not very clear, but ...... A slightly fleshy side face.,It's very cute.。

It's kind of ...... Can't resist the urge to ravage in the past.

"Then it's up to each other!" The little fart kid obviously didn't take Qingyu seriously.

The young man surnamed Meng suddenly pinched a cold sweat, hurriedly ran over and grabbed his little junior brother's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Little junior brother, don't mess around!" We're here to get down to business! ”

The little kid has a black face, who's messing around? They're blatantly provoked, right?

"That, senior, I'm sorry, we, we're just passing by, passing by, my little junior brother is young, don't take it to heart." The young man surnamed Meng hurriedly came out to play a round, and he felt a cold sweat in his heart, he was also a disciple of the Sword Spirit Sect, the first major sect in the fairy spirit world, but on this woman, he couldn't even feel a trace of breath.

What does this mean, it shows that they can't afford to mess with this woman at all!

Qing Yu stretched out his hand very shamelessly: "But your little junior brother, what if he wants to rely on his own skills with me?" ”

Bullying a child or something, it's so fun, right?

Qing Yu didn't have the slightest consciousness of being a "senior", and his eyes drifted to the little junior brother who looked a little cute.

Meng Juvenile ...... Are you serious about this senior?

The little fart who was pointed at was completely unhappy, and snorted coldly: "Disrespectful for the old!" ”

Qingyu ......

"Hey, little brat! Do you dare to call me old? "She's clearly in her prime, okay?!

"You call a little broken boy again, try it!" The little boy's anger was serious.