Generally, the phoenix dove goes to the heavenly court for a meeting at most, but it is only in the afternoon, and in the evening, it is always very punctual to eat. And today, Qing Wei sat in front of the big wooden table in Fengling Palace, but he didn't see the figure of the phoenix dove for a long time.

No, if he didn't have mana, he would definitely have escaped from the world earlier.

At this time, it was getting late, and when I looked at the sky, I felt that there was a gray mist, and the clouds were moving rapidly. Qing Wei, who was accustomed to the blue sky of the heavenly realm on weekdays, was vaguely uneasy when he looked at such a deep cloud pile.

"-Whoa!" The thunder and lightning in the clouds moved rapidly, and the raindrops suddenly beat down.

The small golden bell under the corner of the eaves of the phoenix palace was shaken by such a wind and rain, making a crisp and pleasant collision sound.

The weather was a little bad, and the little fairy who was waiting outside the hall wrapped his clothes and sneezed. Probably seeing that Feng Jun would not return tonight, the little immortals also understood it and hurriedly served the dishes.

Qiqiao has rarely seen her since the last accident. has been a sister with her maid for 50,000 or 60,000 years, and she is a little worried.

Hurriedly asked Qiqi to invite Qiqiao to come to Fengling Palace for a leisurely meal.

When the tangram came, the eyes were already able to see to some extent, but in the support of the seven-seven, the seven-gram was still a little difficult to go up the ladder. Qiqiao looked up and met Qing Wei's worried eyes, grinning, as if he had been the same: "Miss! ’

It's just that her throat was as dry as a desert, and she didn't make a sound from her throat. I saw the lip flap squirming.

Qing Wei saw that his heart was cold,

She really felt like she couldn't stand her.

Put Qiqiao's hand in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, "Come, I haven't seen you lose weight for a long time, are you still used to living in the fairy forest?"

If you are not used to it, I will ask my father and mother to open a small courtyard in Qingqiu for you to live in. You have nothing to do to plant some flowers and plants, and learning Qingxi is also to recuperate your body and mind. ”

Qiqiao pulled away Qingwei's hand and wrote on her palm: "It's okay, Qiqiao just wants to be by Miss's side." The little immortals in the fairy forest are very good. ’

Qing Wei nodded.

In fact, she knew in her heart that the immortals in these years were a little smiling at the poor and not smiling at the prostitutes. She Qingwei is beautiful in the fairy forest, but the maid is injured and recuperating in Qingqiu, which seems to have a little bit of her face as an immortal.

She never minds these things as an immortal, but it's rare to be intimate, and she can't say anything if she insists on doing so.

Looking at the dishes on the table, no one cared about her when Feng Jiu was not there anyway, so she hurriedly ordered the little fairies to push away all the vegetarian dishes, leaving only all kinds of meat dishes on the whole table.

Qing Wei sandwiched a few pieces in the tangram bowl, and the tangram smiled back, and it was also a quiet meal.

About Qiqi, Qiqi has already started unceremoniously, and he eats all over his face as if there is no one else. While eating, he complained with tears in his eyes that eating in Qingqiu was worse than Xiantong Forest, how bad it was (important things were said three times).

Qingwei sighed and was relieved, the new wind of reform was blowing into the door, and Qingqiu was thrifty and depended on individuals.

The three of them also felt idle and comfortable at the meal, but a sudden knock on the door interrupted this rare time.

Qing Wei opened the door, only to see a person covered in tattered clothes, flesh and blood coming out, and even his face was purple and green. He was drenched in heavy rain, and his hair was very messy by the wind, like a chicken coop.

But his sword eyebrows were as cold as frost, and his pupils stared at Qing Wei tightly, "Mrs. Fengjun actually has the leisure to eat here." ”

Qing Wei heard this very strangely, and wanted to ask, 'If I don't eat at the end of the day, what should I do?' But looking at Xuanse's messy appearance, if it weren't for the wooden door, it would have been almost blown away by the frantic wind.

He looked very weak, but he held on to his breath.