"Meow Qiqi--" The lazy and sweet cat meow came from the void, and the two-meter-long cute fat cat directly pounced on the colorful light, and the pink fleshy paws pressed on Feng Qiwu's shoulder, and a bun face was about to smile and bloom.

"Meow Qiqi--Meow Qiqi--" The cat's meow is like a magic sound, lingering in the void, everyone is about to be brainwashed, the picture is too beautiful, the rhythm of poking blind eyes every minute, they really can't bear to look at it.

Huang lightly sat on the back of the purple grass mud horse, mobilized his spiritual power, and quickly repaired the injuries in his body with the Holy Snow Pill refined by the little fox, and couldn't help but vomit blood at this time.

Feng Qiwu is really a superb, and it really has no resistance to the fluffy and cute creatures.

The murderous coldness on the Dongjiao King before, but now he was instantly thrown away in front of the big fat cat.

The colorful light of that body dissipated, revealing the stunning posture of heaven and man, and on the extraordinary face, there was an extremely warm smile at this time!

"Xiao Qi, do you want to be the emperor?" Feng Qiwu stretched out his hand and pinched the big fat cat's fluffy bun face, and the demon eyes, which were brighter than the moon, seemed to be mixed with stars, and the eyes were full of reflections.

"Meow Qiqi, Meow Qiqi, Meow Qiqi--" The big fat cat rubbed against him vigorously, and almost stretched out his tongue to lick Feng Qiwu twice.

The powerful offensive of the cats really made Feng Qiwu disarm and surrender in an instant, and the murderous aura of the demon emperor all over his body dissipated a lot, and he actually laughed out loud in the void, directly ignoring everyone in the palace, "Well, Xiao Qi, in the days when the emperor is not there, how did you become thinner, look at this skinny, there are only skin and bones." ”

"Qiqi-" The big fat cat suddenly stared pitifully at a pair of round eyes like glass beads, it was thin, and it was really only skin and bones.

Huang Qingwan was too lazy to complain, and suddenly found that the three views of the demon emperor Feng Qiwu were not the same plane as her.

The cat is so fat that it can flow oil, and it is called skin and bones, so how did such a big fat cat become the martial soul of the Seven Kills?

She was so curious!

Martial soul is refined according to the imagination of the owner of the weapon itself, day after day, year after year, I don't know how many years have passed, the martial soul can have an entity, the seven killing tripods have been there since the first generation of demon emperors, I don't know how many generations of martial souls were born in the hands of the first generation of demon emperors.

Huang Qing is about to save it, such a martial soul in the form of a big fat cat, the cliff was born in the hands of Feng Qiwu, a metamorphosis demon emperor who has no three views.

Look at his luxurious fur with the atmosphere of a local tyrant, and look at the cute beast grass and mud horse under her, all of them sign that this powerful and stunning demon emperor really has a habit and has no resistance to all fluffy and cute creatures!

It turns out that the powerful Demon Emperor still has a girl's heart.

"Baa-hastoha

Even Ji Xiaohu was speechless, pulled Huang's lightly pulled sleeves, and said, "Yueyue, let's go quickly-"

I always feel that if I stay here, my brain circuit will be messy.

Huang Qingwan thought the same way, although the injuries in his body had not healed, but because the little fox's Saint Xue Dan had improved a lot.