After Lan took over Fenghua, when he landed, his footsteps were slightly wrong on the ground, and he used his strength to turn around, and in time he unloaded the power from the fall, and stood in the yellowish grass.

It was a proper long robe, but there were some subtle folds because of an abrupt figure in his arms, and the long eyebrows moved slightly as if he didn't like it, but he didn't rudely throw the person down. The blue eyes are like a smooth green lake, and when you lower your head, the eyes reflect the person who shouldn't have made a move, let alone appear here.

The white hem and the black robe were only a momentary interaction, and the two extreme colors, which were completely incompatible, were soon clearly separated.

Black is pure, white is bright.

The colors that can't blend together at all, the amazing thing is that when these two people appear in people's eyes at the same time, it doesn't seem to have the slightest inappropriateness.

Although, the one in white was still asleep.

The man in black seemed to have magical powers, and even the cheesy rouge gouache of Fenghua looked dull under his aura. In the eyes of everyone, only the sleeping young man in white was lying defenselessly in the arms of the man in black, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and he was as beautiful as an elf in a painting.

Although he didn't move, he could feel that Fenghua's body seemed to have an aura that was not lost to Lan at all. It's not just because of that beautiful body, it's a feeling that can't be seen or touched, and that feeling is called Fenghua.

It was also at this moment that they suddenly discovered that this little prince of the Northern Heaven actually had such a good appearance.

What a style, a good style.

However, the admiration in his heart had just risen, but he suddenly found that the blue body that was originally only slightly disliked suddenly exuded a cold air, roaring with a sweeping momentum, and the temperature around him dropped by seven or eight scales in an instant, and the grass that was only half yellow and half green was all turned into wilting golden autumn yellow at this time.

The first to bear the brunt was the Magical Branch Dean who had just jumped down and wrapped around the curtains, dressed in a bold Hawaiian-style shroud. The old man hugged him in a hurry, and perhaps the people in the distance still didn't understand why this originally gentle person suddenly lost his temper.

But he really saw the whole thing clearly, so clearly and innocently that he wanted to poke himself in the eyes.

If he could, he really wanted to choose, out of sight.

Thanks to him just now, he also thought that the Fenghua boy also inherited the bearing of the Northern Heaven God of War. Look what this bastard kid is doing?!

seems to be sleeping peacefully, and the hands are being placed on Lan's chest impartially at this time, and then generously - touched.

When he saw that Fenghua's hand had a tendency to be stuffed in, the branch dean hated that he was blind.

However, as soon as the branch dean closed his eyes, there was a beautiful voice in his ears, although he had never heard it at all, because of that sentence, he knew exactly who made it.

Because what that bastard boy said was, "Beauty, why are your breasts flat?" ”

This sentence is not the point, the point is that she didn't wake up but was full of resentment and innocence because she disliked other people's chests, but she didn't control the volume at all, and her lethality instantly increased by ten levels.