Chapter Twenty-Four: The Fairy in Flowers, The Beauty of Cloud and Ink

"Okay?!Did you listen to Yun Lan's nonsense again? I've never heard that the tree fairy is a man, and I've never heard that the flower fairy is also a man, and you'll believe it. Yun Mo shook his head, he felt that it was definitely Yun Lan's mouth.

At this time, Qingge shook his head solemnly.

Because she knows very well that although Yun Lan is usually a little out of tune, many things are indeed the truth.

"That's because you're lonely, but it's normal, you're only 10,000 years old. What can you know?" said Linge very excitedly, in fact, when she first heard about it, she also didn't believe it.

But then she went to the Hundred Gardens with Yun Lan and peeked at the flower fairy, so she really believed it.

"Since I'm already lonely, there's no need for you to educate science with me. I'm going to get busy first, don't you have to attend the Hundred Flowers Banquet tomorrow, you don't want me to lose your face for the time being, don't you?" Yunmo behaved very indifferently, in fact, there were some things he didn't say, it didn't mean that he really didn't know.

"Tomorrow's competition, you agreed! You really want to join!" At this time, Qingge was surprised, because she knew very well that Yunmo was definitely the one who did what she said.

What he said was more reliable than what he sang. If he can't do something, he will never agree.

"You said you were going to take me to the banquet, not just to take me to see the excitement, I never had to guess what you were thinking. Yunmo shook his head, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

Not only that, but his beautiful eyebrows also rippled softly, as if he had been smiling all the time, crooked, like a bright first quarter moon in the night sky.

The fair skin sets off the pale pink lips, the handsome and prominent facial features, the perfect face shape, especially the bangs that hang down, add even more uninhibitedness.

His people are always flushed and light, and the prosperity is just full of sunshine in him, and after walking through, he can restore the indifference of the green shirt.

This may also be the reason why Dumping Song is sometimes unpredictable, he is different from many immortals she has seen, and he seems to be indifferent to Dumping Song many times, but he seems to be cold and warm.

No matter what he does, he can accept it, and even tolerate it silently, although he occasionally complains.

"Why?" said the song in confusion, at this time, her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and a trace of puzzlement appeared on her delicate face, which made her originally surprisingly beautiful appearance even more pity, especially when she widened her autumn-like eyes.

"Because you never have to be here, think!" Yunmo pointed to her head, then shook his head!

"What do you mean? Are you saying in disguise that I don't know how to think with my head?"

"I've never said that, but if you think so, I won't deny it. Yunmo shrugged his shoulders and straightened his hair.

This is only Yunmo can be so close to the dumping song, if it is replaced by other male immortals, he will not know where he was kicked by the dumping song for a long time.

"Okay, I don't care about you, you listen to me, I didn't believe it at first, but that day I secretly went to Baihuayuan with him to see the male fairy, and I immediately believed it!" At this time, Qian Ge also knew that in terms of bickering, he had never won against his own apprentice. So, I chose not to say anything, just changed the topic directly, and continued to talk about that matter, that hundred gardens, the new male fairy.

But Yunmo still only let out a faint "oh".

Really didn't show much interest.

"Really, when I went that day, I saw a man in pink who was half-kneeling on the ground. Let me tell you, it is a very beautiful man, with long eyebrows like willows, his body is like a jade tree, his long black hair is draped behind his snow-white neck, and under the sword eyebrows, his narrow eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze, his nose is like a hanging gall, he is as straight as a blue distant mountain, his lips are so thin that the color of his lips is light, and the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, which makes him even more manly and unrestrained.

It is rare in the world for a man to grow like this. Of course, it's still not as good as you. As she spoke, she nodded firmly, sometimes she wondered if she was a little nymphomania, it was very likely that she was infected by a boat overnight!