Qing Wei only cared about her own thoughts and said, who expected Feng Jiu to stand behind her, without waiting for her to react, pinching her delicate ear, an ear needle directly broke the ear beads interspersed.

When she looked in the mirror again, her right ear was already adorned with a moonstone earring.

The small needle pierced at the top of the earring was also dripping with a few drops of blood, like a blooming flower.

Qing Wei bared his teeth and was a little afraid to touch it.

And in the mirror, after adorning such an ornament, she looks like she has been embellished, dignified and elegant.

She was a little dissatisfied, and more was helpless: "Phoenix dove, what are you doing!" ”

He likes to look at her and make her change for him, even if not willingly.

The moment he penetrated her soft ears with all his might, he was satisfied with possessiveness.

And then

Facing her dissatisfied face, he bloomed with a smile as full of grace as a flower on the other side, and lied: "It's nothing, this immortal king is just boring." ”

Yes, his liking doesn't mean anything, at best, it's just boring in the eyes of others.

The boredom of love, the boredom of love.

Qing Wei shook his head and sighed, he didn't want to talk too much about the dead roast chicken in front of him.

Just like returning to Qingqiu, there are countless little fairies in charge of her appearance in Fengling Palace who are half-kneeling on the ground, some applying rouge gouache to her, and some wiping her nails.

Only the makeup on his face has not moved at all.

At that moment, those little immortals all finished and retreated, and Qing only had a bad premonition.

She stiffened and turned around, and sneered: "Feng, Feng Dove, you and I are a bad husband and wife, don't you take the opportunity to retaliate?" ”

Feng Jiu smiled, supporting his chin with one hand, and playing with Peijin Luozi Dai with the other, "Is it possible, are you afraid of this immortal monarch?" ”

- Afraid? She won't be afraid of this dead roast chicken!

Qing Wei rolled his eyes, sat directly on the dresser in front of him, and said arrogantly: "You can come at will, aunt and grandmother, I am not afraid of anything!" ”

"Okay."

Having said that, seeing the phoenix dove with an evil smile, the slender white jade fingertips played with Luo Zidai.

There was a bit of a 'pop' on her chest, presumably, nervousness.

But now it was useless to retreat, and the phoenix dove walked up to her, gently picked up her chin with one hand, and rubbed the thumb of Daibi's right hand on her cheek.

She only found out when his hand was close to hers.

It turns out that this dead roast chicken also has calluses on its hands, and it is not as soft as the 'newborn child' in his usual impression.

The phoenix dove's skin is indeed good, because he often bathes in the Immortal Pond Palace, maintains it, etc., coupled with his powerful mana, he naturally looks much better than ordinary people.

And the slight calluses on his fingertips are like traces that are difficult to remove after years of polishing.

This kind of cocoon is only recognized, and it is a special cocoon that will be left when the weapon is withdrawn.

It turns out that people like him are not exactly as imagined.

Thinking of this, Qing Wei raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

The eyes of the two were staggered, and he happened to be stunned, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and he warned in a low voice: "Don't move." ”

"Huh? Well. ”

A cold little blade was attached to her forehead, and the sharp and dazzling light made her dare not move even if the phoenix dove told her to move.

"Brush, brush."

The tiny blade waved slightly, and the messy eyebrows between her eyebrows fell one after another, causing Qing Wei to feel distressed and sad.

She twisted her body and was about to argue with Feng Jiu, but he locked her chin, "Hey, you don't care if you disfigure this Immortal Monarch like this." ”

Disfigured......