Fourth Counter Plane: The Love of the Immortal Corpse King43



He touched his chin and thought left and right. Judging from the back of Hou Qing holding the swaying fairy and leaving today, it seems that his brother's stone heart that does not move once in ten thousand years has finally opened up. In other words, this product is not a broken sleeve, and their brothers are safe!

Thinking of this, he licked his face and blinked his eyes and said with some schadenfreude: "What, you are disgusted by other fairies?" ”

Looking at Hou Qing, he didn't say much. Ying Long straightened his golden sleeves, and patted Hou Qing's shoulder with a heavy face: "Although your personality is not pleasant." But this skin looks okay, how can the fairy of Fuyao also be the beauty of our god realm, it is normal for you to fall in love. Also, don't be sad about it, I think the fairy looks at you differently. That's right! When I came, I met a fairy-like beauty on the top of the cliff. ”

Speaking of this, there was a pause, as if reminiscing. I didn't see a certain demon star who had a bad face at all, and the subtle sneer that appeared on the corner of his mouth. continued: "Stained stains~, that snow-skinned flower, starry eyes and slightly disgusted little appearance, let my brother and I see it at first sight!" I guess, your brother and my spring are coming! ”

"Hey~, hey~, ouch~! What are you doing?! Yes......! ~" Before he finished speaking, he was kicked into the hall by Hou Qing, "Help her heal, I have something." After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

When he reached the top of the mountain, there were only a few wild loquat trees standing on the edge of the cliff, and a few green fruits hanging scattered, and the figure of the woman was long gone. Hou Qing frowned, and Fang wanted to go to the palace where Kua's father lived to have a look. But he turned a corner, and his footsteps staggered slightly into the depths of Merlin.

This time, Houqing did not return for a few days, because of Ying Long.

A few months ago, Ying Long left because of Shenyuan's sleeves. After walking angrily for a long time, he realized that he was lost......

Well, although Ying Long is usually a fairy who is unmatched and loves to be in the limelight. But he is a complete road idiot, and it is normal to disappear for half a year as soon as he disappears, and sometimes he disappears for a few years.

That's why when I returned to Fuguang Mountain a few days later. One day, when Baozi Mo finished swallowing the melon seeds in his hand, he smashed it and smashed his mouth. After thinking about it for a while, he rushed to Hou Qing and asked crisply: 'Brother Long, where have you been?' I haven't seen each other for a few days, and I miss it. ’

The silver-haired young man who bent his slender legs and lay under the plum tree covered with a book moved slightly. After a pause, he raised his hand and pulled down the book on his face, revealing a pair of lilac eyes that he forgot about her with some unpleasantness, and then pulled the book back to its original position, and said with some carelessness: "I can't die, I'll come back by myself in a few days." ’

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Therefore, even if he didn't see Ying Long in March, Hou Qing would not be worried. This thing must have gotten lost somewhere......

Yes. Hou Qing's guess is not bad, Ying Long is indeed ...... Lost!

He is often lost, he admits! Just take the last time he met Mo Xiaomo in Wanshou Mountain, he was lost in the wilderness north, and after half a year, he turned to Wanshou Mountain south of the flood wilderness. It's a shame that he happened to meet his brother Houqing who came back to find his apprentice, otherwise he would have been obsessed with it for a month.

At that time, Ying Longzheng, who was lost, flew for a while when he was tired, and walked for a while when he was tired. After being fascinated for a few months, even a god can't help it.

And because he is often lost in the wilderness, Ying Long, who has already reached the full level of survival in the wild. Exhausted, he leaned on a cave and lit a roast chicken, ready to rest and adjust for a while.

But when Ying Long cooked the chicken and looked up, he swept away. When I saw the scene in front of me, my face instantly darkened.

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