Ling Tianlai didn't take Miao Lian's words to heart, Feng Jin was very stinky, and he was also a real man, that is, Miao Lian really had thoughts about him, and he could only have thoughts about it.

"Qingge, have you seen Feng Jin?" Ling Tianlai couldn't help but raise his hand and pat Qingge's shoulder, but saw that Qingge's face turned pale, and his body trembled.

Ling Tianlai was stunned.

Her palm was not forceful, how could Qingge react so much.

Thinking of the wound on his arm, Ling Tianlai frowned, could it be that Qingge had an injury on his shoulder?

Ling Tianlai's eyes flashed, and he had stepped forward and put one hand on Qingge's shoulder, and the two brothers said well: "Feng Jin usually wears a mask, how did you see his true face?" ”

Qingge's face became more and more pale, where was there still a talent to be beautiful, even the corners of his forehead were oozing fine sweat.

Ling Tianlai was almost certain that the injuries on Qingge's body were not simple.

She quietly took away her hand, only flexed her fingers and flicked the Changju character Dan talisman, and stuck it on the back of Qingge as if nothing happened.

Miao Lian frowned and said: "Qingge, the little cute person asked you something, why didn't you speak?" ”

Qingge said lightly: "In order to find Shimei, I met the Snow Lion Demon Clan on the road and almost died, and it was this boy who saved me, so I got acquainted." ”

Ling Tianlai was slightly stunned, Snow Lion Demon Clan?

The number of demon clans is scarce, but any clan is an extremely powerful existence.

She hadn't seen anyone from the demon clan yet.

Feng Jin once went out to practice, maybe it was at that time that he saved Qingge.

Miao Lian said coldly: "Go on." ”

Qingge took a deep breath, and then the sound of the piano sounded again, Ling Tianlai saw that Qingge's face became more and more pale, this qinyin into a painting is afraid that it is a kind of consumption of spiritual power, Qingge has injuries on his body, and if he wants to present the painting, he is afraid that it will be a little difficult.

This time, there was a picture of a waterfall and a mountain stream, painted with wicker and verdant, but it was a man with his calves and sleeves rolled up, lying on a huge banana leaf, sleeping.

Ling Tianlai was shocked in his heart, that leaf, ordinary people standing on it, how could they sink that leaf, that person could actually lie on it and rest, it can be seen that the strength is extraordinary.

It was a young man in a dark robe, with a picturesque face, very handsome, although he had closed his eyelashes, but the curly long eyelashes, the red lips that were not dotted, and the handsome eyebrows were even more rare to see.

Even Ling Tianlai, who was accustomed to seeing the appearance of his master, couldn't help but be attracted by this complexion.

As soon as the sound of the piano turned, the young man opened his eyes, his eyes reflected the color of the landscape, and he turned over lazily, but he seemed to look at the shore and said something.

Ling Tianlai couldn't help but gasp, pulled Bai Wei's sleeves and said, "Sure enough, it is worthy of being ten beautiful, this kind of appearance, it's strange if the girl is not crazy when she sees it!" ”

Bai Wei twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at the person in the painting, and said after a long time: "Huh? Are you crazy too? ”

Ling Tianlai sighed and said, "If only I could build a harem, this kind of posture should be made into a specimen and placed in the room every day." ”

The corners of Bai Wei's mouth twitched: "The harem is used to put specimens!?" What is a specimen? ”

Ling Tianlai explained: "The specimen is a person who is dead, but the appearance is not destroyed, it does not rot for thousands of years, and it seems to be alive forever!"

Bai Wei's face twitched: "What kind of taste are you!" ”

Miao Lian was pleasantly surprised: "This young man has never heard of it, what is his name?" ”

Qingge's face was pale, and his voice was already a little weaker: "This is what I met by accident when I was traveling in the mountains and rivers, but I don't know who this young man is and where he comes from, but I saw it in Bailong Mountain near Jiuhua Palace." ”

Jiuhua Palace?

Ling Tianlai raised his eyebrows, could it be a disciple of Jiuhua Palace?

Bai Wei coughed dryly and said, "Next one." ”

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