Yuzhu Peak.

Feng Wuwei sat on a bamboo branch, swaying his legs, looking playful next door.

The bamboo branch flickered up and down with his movements, and when it bounced up, he could see the lights of the Hall of Eternal Life, and when it fell, he could see the expression on Yun Zhu's face.

Yun Zhu's palm-sized face was so tense that it seemed to crack open with a poke.

When Feng Wuwei shook to the tenth round, she finally couldn't hold it anymore.

“...... Three. ”

Feng Wuwei just shook down, his toes touched the ground, his eyes were full of stars with a smile, and the dimples on his cheeks were deep. Then he retracted on his toes and bounced back again.

Yun Zhu's gaze rose with him, and he heard his voice coming from a high place: "This game is still taught to me by Immortal Venerable, no matter how long it has passed, it is still so fun to play." ”

Hearing the word Xianzun, Yunzhu's face was colorless.

Although the three Feng Wuwei are moody, they are not bad for their disciples. It's just that her attitude is incomprehensible.

Ever since she was found by the Divine Venerable and brought back to the Hall of Eternal Life, she had pierced into Sanzun's flesh and blood like a bamboo thorn, and he would come to her whenever he was in a good mood or when he was bad.

Just like now, even if he was happy, she didn't dare to let her guard down.

Feng Wuwei swung a few more rounds, thinking that he was tired of playing, and looked at her lazily leaning on the bamboo branch.

Yun Zhu clenched his skirt with both hands, his eyes full of fear.

If he abandons his "special" treatment of her, and looks at Feng Wu's demeanor at this time and his handsome and moon-like face, he should be the dream person of many young girls with a spring in their dreams.

It's a pity......

Feng Wuwei closed his eyes and knew what Yun Zhu was thinking, but he didn't care. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yunzhu and asked her, "Yunzhu, do you want to go out?"

Yunzhu was stunned in an instant.

"Stay away from the clouds, and be free from now on. ”

Freely......

A look of yearning appeared in Yunzhu's eyes.

Tonight's Feng Wuwei seems to be in a particularly good mood, smiling and patient, waiting for Yunzhu to reply.

This body is not a body, if you want to escape from the immortal realm, Sanzun is indeed a good choice.

But how could he help her for free?

Yun Zhu lowered his eyes and pondered for a long time, but finally couldn't resist the temptation of freedom, and said in a trembling voice: "What do the three deities want?"

"Figured it out?"

Yun Zhu nodded firmly.

Seeing this, Feng Wuwei turned over and floated down from the bamboo branch, squatted on one knee in front of Yunzhu, and nodded at his head.

......

Qingchen slapped a book on the table and wailed: "It's so boring, who will talk to me." ”

Since returning to the room in the afternoon, she has held the book that Jun Yi designated to memorize, and saw that she has not read enough one-third of it now.

"Hey, wake up, get up and talk about life. Qingchen poked the Tianji hairpin with his finger.

Uncle Tianji hairpin is not a good one to provoke, she disturbed her sweet dream, and twitched her hand according to the bad thing.

"If you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what kind of spring will you have?"

Qingchen touched his aching hand, and said to Ai Ai: "Even if it is spring, there must be an object, and I can't lift it against an umbrella." ”

"Yo! you still hate me?"

"It's not a drop!" Qingchen joked: "You said that if you were a beautiful man sitting opposite me, I wouldn't be able to ...... me back."

"How are you?"

Why does Tianji's tone sound very exciting?

Qingchen's eyes flashed and he thought about it, "I want to know, don't you know if you transform and try it?"

transformed, and wanted to trick him into transforming, the last transformation caused him to sleep for more than 500 years, even her......

Don't be fooled!

"Hey, you're energetic, powerful, and nowhere to vent, aren't you? What time is it? It's midnight! If you don't go to sleep, believe it or not, I'll throw you to him?"

The heavenly machine can always hit her in the key point with one blow.

Qingchen shrunk his neck, and with the attitude of a little woman willing to bow to the wind, he ran to the inner room with a smoke.

Tianji Pan sat in the umbrella with mixed feelings.

To this day, he doesn't understand why he did this, why he was willing to commit himself to the umbrella, when she should have gone with him, why did everything turn around?

It didn't matter to him the other way around, but why didn't she remember anything when he opened his eyes to see her again?

I don't remember it, why did I come back here.

It's as if everything is back to square one, and she's the only one who starts all over again.

What's going on here?

"Sanzun, what's wrong with you?"

When Feng Wuwei returned to the Chengfeng Palace, his expression was in a trance, his steps were vain, and he was as virtuous as a drunkard drunk.

The disciples who accompanied him didn't dare to get too close to him, so they sniffed hard, but they didn't smell a trace of wine from him, and they panicked and moved away from him.

On weekdays, he closed his eyes and knew the small movements of his disciples in private, but today he didn't hear about it, and he went back to the dormitory alone.

Feng Wuwei fell on the bamboo couch like a soulless person, and his mind was full of repeated cycles of the scene when he pushed out the Immortal Venerable with red eyes.

I actually killed her?!

I actually killed her?!

When this thought came to him for the third time, Feng Wuwei was so angry that his eyes went black and he fainted.

Early the next morning, a disciple came to report it.

Qingchen saw that his disciple looked anxious, and he didn't want to tell her, so he had to go and ask Jun Yi.

Tuk-tuk.

After knocking on the door three times, Qingchen shouted at the door: "Fairy flower, have you gotten up?"

A low, hoarse voice came from inside the door, "What's the matter?"

"A disciple has come to you. ”

There was no response from inside, and after a while I heard the sound of walking coming from far and near, and the door opened.

Jun Yi was wearing a robe, her hair was scattered, and she lowered her eyes to look at Qingchen.

"But what's the matter?"

Qingchen's gaze was just opposite his neck, a neck as smooth as jade, and the protruding Adam's apple that rolled because of speaking, somehow poked her heart, and she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva along with the rhythm.

The collar is like a grub, and the face is brighter than the moon.

The green silk is like an ink waterfall, and the posture is as happy as a pine.

Qingchen used all the words he thought were the most beautiful on this, and it was not enough to describe the beauty of Jun Yi at the moment.

There was still a hint of sleepiness in her ink-stained eyes, and there was a hint of softness hidden when he looked at her.

Jun Yi didn't know what Qingchen was looking at with her eyes down, thinking that she was blocking her view, so she took a few steps back.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at the beauty!" Qingchen subconsciously replied.

"Beauty?" Jun Yi raised her eyebrows, followed her line of sight and looked behind her, and suddenly smiled. "Do you think there's a beautiful woman in my house?"

"Ah, what beauty, where's it?" Qingchen looked at Jun Yi with a blank expression, "That disciple has entered your room?"

Hearing this, Jun Yi couldn't help but laugh and repeated: "Just now you said to look at the beauty, I saw that you kept staring at the house, so I asked you if you think the beauty is in my house." Why did you become a disciple again in the blink of an eye?"

"Huh, did you ask me that?"

Why she wasn't impressed at all.

Jun Yi had a straight face, saying that he was not laughing.

Qingchen understood, eighty percent of it was Jun Yi who misunderstood. Explained: "That disciple is here to find you, as for the beauty, it is far away in the sky, close in front of you." ”