All right. [No pop-ups. Mo Xiaomo is powerless to complain about the pseudo-white lotus of the heroine. After the heroine walked over, she turned around and fiercely looked at the back of the fairy Fuyao, compared a big middle finger, and gave a grimace by the way~!

Before the Fuyao Fairy walked under the tree, he lightly opened his lips, and greeted Hou Qing, who was sitting under the tree with little expression, in a soft and greasy voice: "Fuyao has seen the gods. After the words fell, I raised my pair of sheared apricot eyes, and I saw a leisurely silver-haired young man under the plum tree.

A warm breeze wafts through with a bewildering aroma.

Hou Qing narrowed his eyes imperceptibly, and glanced up at the meat dumplings that were white and red under the sun. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, put away the Shenyan backhand in his hand, got up and moved directly over the lotus step, Shuyi was pitiful and had just walked to the plum tree.

And this touch of grace is clear, and the graceful demeanor like a jade qiong happened to be seen by Fuyao, who was expected to get a response, and thought that God was responding to her, but she didn't think ......!

Unexpectedly, she took the initiative to say hello, but he ignored it. Fuyao sadly took two steps back, turned around and threw himself into Mo Hua's arms aggrievedly.

Mo Hua Shenjun stroked the back of the swaying fairy, and after comforting him softly, he raised his eyes to look at the long-standing and jade-standing Houqing, and said with some reproach: "Brother Qing, Yao'er is courteous to you, why don't you accept it?" ”

Hou Qing didn't stop taking steps, only to hear his indifferent answer to the question: "The body odor on her body is too heavy, and she was just choked on the spiritual platform, but I never thought that it was Brother Mo Hua's friend." In terms of this generation, I still have to call this fairy my sister-in-law, Houqing is really disrespectful! ”

Mo Hua Shenjun heard this, and sniffed lightly, it was indeed quite fragrant. Frowning, he imperceptibly let go of the hand that was encircling Fu Shao and took two steps back. The Fuyao Fairy was secretly frightened, and stood in place with a somewhat ugly face. Hanging his head, he couldn't see his expression clearly, and he didn't feel Mo Hua's coldness.

At this time, Comrade Mo Xiaodu was complaining fiercely about this unfair world in his heart.

While holding her small chest and calmly holding her small thick waist, she counted with her fingers in her heart, and there was still half an hour before she was liberated. Then he shook his legs and stomach, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the sun hanging on the dome, this day is getting hotter and hotter, and it doesn't let people cultivate well? She falls!

Houqing's bastard, with a sanctimonious appearance, the Tao is to teach her immortal swordsmanship, and he never wanted to come back and let her take a horse step on the two-zhang high plum blossom pile! He lies under the plum blossoms every day, making tea and playing chess.

Ask! With such a hard cultivation, why would Mo Xiaomo, who has always been free and uninhibited, be so persistent? No, it's not that she didn't fight for it, but ......

Rather, whenever Mo Xiao Mo secretly hinted at Hou Qing, Master, can we not take a horse step and can carry out a deeper level of cultivation. Houqing will always have a face, what do you say? I looked at her with a blank expression that I didn't understand. Don't hold back!

Later, Mo Xiaomo really couldn't stand it! She jingled and ran to him, her hands on her waist, and her aura was full of accusations: 'Master, I don't practice horse walking, I want to practice swords!' ’

At that time, I saw Hou Qing's long silver hair, flying in the wind, setting off a rain of red plum blossoms. Then he will turn around leisurely, leisurely, and gracefully, and when he sees the little apprentice who has been fascinated by beauty, he is secretly satisfied in his heart. But he looked at her with a sad look on his face, and his tone was admittedly beautiful: 'Huahua, didn't you swear that you were born as a master and died as a master ghost? I can't go through this bit of training, and I don't want to disgrace my master. Finally, he took his lilac eyes and stared at her faintly, and then said, "Are you being a teacher again......?" ’

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