Qing Wei's hand holding on to the grate tore his hair painfully, and said without a good face: "When did you listen to this dead roast chicken like this?" Is he your lady, or am I your lady? - Go! ”

“…… Be. ”

"It turns out that a certain stinky fox has a big temper, and he only gets up at three poles in the morning, and he is still fierce, which is interesting and interesting."

The man in red held a purple bamboo bone fan, and his white socks stepped on the dark wooden plank, and the smile between his eyebrows was unassuming.

Qing Wei was caught off guard by the sudden words, she hurriedly looked back, but looked at Feng Jiu's underbeaten face and smiled evilly.

"Ben Shangxian has always had a good temper, except for a certain dead roast chicken!"

The phoenix dove fanned the breeze and smiled unconcernedly, "It turns out that being a husband is so special in Wei'er's heart, it's really love." ”

He's so thick-skinned!

- Who is his only child!

Who loves him so much!

Qing Wei was so angry that he didn't come out, and pointed at the white Luo socks of the phoenix dove with a comb and said, "Why are you barefoot when you come to me!" ”

When Feng Jiu heard this, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and replied admittedly: "I specially prepared several boxes of gifts **** for my husband today to apologize to my wife, as for why I am barefoot......

That's to make it easier for Wei'er to put on small shoes for her husband! ”

The originally shameless words were actually said in his mouth so gracefully that Qing Wei was full of anger.

She picked up the nearest things and smashed them at the phoenix dove one by one:

"—Who's your wife! Do you dare to be a little more shameless! ”

Feng Jiu easily dodged what Qing Wei attacked, and then approached her, and said in an even more shameless tone: "Helpless, helpless, a person as beautiful as Ben Xianjun, it doesn't matter if you want to be embarrassed or not." ”

"-Bump!" A fine pear blossom wood table was instantly buckled on the pigeon's head, and then split in half.

The phoenix dove was on top of the wooden table with broken crumbs, and the original demonic face was a little discolored at the moment.

He took a look in the mirror and felt sorry for himself, "Thanks to Ben Xianjun being so handsome, otherwise this table would really be a sin." ”

Qingwei: "......"

This dead roast chicken has returned to its old underbeaten appearance, and Qing Wei looks like a cat scratching in his heart.

But after all, something like that happened yesterday, and when she looked at the phoenix dove again, it seemed that there was a stalk in her heart, and she couldn't get rid of it.

She flicked the broken hair that had been combed by herself, and asked, "Dead Roast Chicken, why did you come to me?" ”

Feng Jiu didn't mind sitting next to Qing Wei, snatching the hair comb in her hand and trying to take care of her messy hair. But Qing Wei avoided it without a edge, and his hand blocked the path of his comb.

Feng Jiu was stunned for a moment, knowing that she had made up her mind to keep her distance from herself.

A little dry in his heart, "Qing Wei...... Is the wound on your palm healed? ”

It's okay not to mention it, but when she mentioned it, her heart was even colder, she touched the palm print on her right hand, and said slowly: "I'm not a delicate woman, I fought all year round, and this little injury has recovered early." ”

One of the biggest differences between immortals and humans is the physical body. Mortals have to endure for a long time to get better, and maybe it will be fatal, but immortals have no such worries.

After all, the immortal fetus is very different from the mortal body.

Feng Jiu was suddenly so worried about her, which made her feel a little fuss.

The phoenix dove heard her displeasure, and didn't say much about it, he clapped his hands, and the phoenix guard carrying the rosewood box rushed in, and in an instant, the phoenix nest, which had never burned incense, had a sandalwood fragrance.