Qingtong's eyebrows furrowed again.

Dizzy feeling, terrible.

A bright sword suddenly appeared in front of Qingtong's eyes.

Qingtong's sanity immediately recovered.

"Qing Ming, what are you doing?"

His tone was extremely unkind.

Qing Ming said in a low voice: "Qingtong, someone has set up a formation here. ”

"Who is it?" Qingtong asked as he sensed Xue Yi's position with his divine sense.

Qing Ming said blankly: "I don't know who it is, I only know that it is a person that Master hates very much." ”

Qing Tong's heart was relieved, and he said with a solemn expression: "Qing Ming, you and Ting Lan Fairy are now considered to be in the same door." ”

Qing Ming was surprised and did not speak.

"I'll go to Luofu Mountain to find my father, and you will take care of the same people in the Snow Pavilion!" Qingtong finished speaking, and turned to leave.

Qing Ming was stunned, and it took a while to understand. Qingtong is asking himself to remember the friendship of his classmates and not to bully Tinglan.

Do you know how you can give it up?

He looked at Ting Lan with a smile, as if he saw the appearance of her resolutely jumping off the marrow washing pool many years ago.

The dark red clothes, and the pure blue figure in front of him, gradually coincided, and Qing Ming shook his eyes.

Instead, Ting Lan opened her mouth first, her voice was soft, and her words were clear: "Uncle Xiao." ”

Qing Ming was in a trance, through the person in front of him, at a glance, he seemed to see many years ago, when the girl stood in front of the begonia flowers, smiling and calling herself "emperor".

At that time, Yu Fantasy was innocent, lively and cute, and his smile was jumping.

That kind of feather illusion, and the silent and introverted Ting Lan in front of him, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it.

Sensing the change in his mood, Ting Lan couldn't help but feel apprehensive in her heart, and asked casually, "Is Uncle Xiao worried about His Royal Highness?"

Not really!

He was just thinking about when, when she would remember that she was called Phantom Feather, and she would still remember him.

Your Highness?

That little girl who is always arrogant, let her suffer a little, so that she can realize the sinister nature of the fairy world!

I don't know how thick the sky is!

"yes, a little worried. The grass here, so tall, grows much taller than her. Qing Ming said absentmindedly.

Ting Lan smiled: "The emperor doesn't have to worry too much, His Royal Highness is smart, and his cultivation is also good, even if something happens, he won't suffer." ”

"You have so much confidence in her?" "Why don't you see you having so much confidence in yourself?"

As he spoke, Qing Ming looked at Ting Lan with a complicated expression.

As soon as Ting Lan raised her eyes, she met his inexplicable gaze.

She coughed softly and said, "Your Royal Highness, Jiren has his own natural appearance. ”

Qing Ming sighed and muttered, "You are really an outlier in the Snow Pavilion!"

"What did you say?" Ting Lan asked without hearing clearly.

Qing Ming controlled his gaffe and said, "I said, why did the high priest retreat at this time?"

"The master is not in retreat, the master has something to go out. Ting Lan said.

"Is there something?" "What is there that can make the high priest not come to Luoshan Palace?"

Isn't it really a big deal?

Shizun didn't say anything about it, but his expression was a little solemn. Ting Lan lowered her head and said.

Qing Ming didn't speak.

Ting Lan felt that this was very embarrassing, and said, "Otherwise, let's cut all the grass here, right? ”

When Qing Ming first came to Luoshan Palace, he didn't like the grass so high at the foot of this mountain. On the green grass, the dew drops are drenched, and if you are not careful, you will get wet.

It's so nasty.

Ting Lan's words, at this time, sounded like a natural sound!

The feather fantasy in the past was also so intimate.

It can be seen that without the memory of the past, the temperament will not change much.

Feather Fantasy, Feather Fantasy, will you still remember me?

Qing Ming smiled: "It's exactly what I want, you just stand aside and watch, I'll take care of this matter." ”

Ting Lan smiled: "I'm tired of Uncle Xiao." ”

This little uncle is the first day to do it, so he has the demeanor of an elder.

In front of Xue Yi, Emperor Qingtong has always looked like a brother.

This is probably because a person who has become an emperor is very suitable for being an elder?

Yes, it must be.

Ting Lan took a few steps back and watched as the Emperor of the Green Immortal began to mow the grass.

A smooth set of movements, and there are words in the mouth. The young man in Xuanyi stood in the tall blue grass, with an indescribable strange atmosphere.

There is an indescribable sense of restraint. Such a Qingying Emperor is too different from the way he howled and cried when he first saw him.

The tall grass began to be cut down. The green grass juice flows out from the emerald stems of the grass, giving off a rich smell of grass.

This smell has never been smelled before. When I smell it carefully, I think it smells very good. Such a special flavor has the power to calm people's hearts.

The grass was soon cut into a large patch. It was piled up into one hill after another.

In the cyan grass, beside the blue-clothed fairy, stood a fairy dressed in dark clothes. In front of the two of them, there were small piles of grass one after another.

This kind of picture looks really soft.

Under the blue sky, the two people on the blue grass, no one expected that it would rain heavily.

The grass was cut less than a third, and the sound of the wind in the air suddenly became crazy. As soon as the cold wind blew, Ting Lan shivered.

On the grass at this moment, there is no shadow of His Royal Highness at all.

Emperor Qingtong has not yet come with Emperor Luofu.

In the green grass now, only she and Qing Ming are left.

Why is it so cold all of a sudden?

Ting Lan smelled the fragrance of grass, felt the suddenly cold climate, and muttered, "Little Uncle, is it going to rain?"

Before it rains, please ask Uncle Xiao to set up a small barrier to keep out the rain!

My nephew and I are now completely ruined, and there is no way to lay down an enchantment.

Ting Lan felt that his meaning had been expressed very clearly and very clearly.

However, Qing Ming didn't care at all, and said, "It's okay, it's raining for a while, let's go to the foot of the mountain to avoid it." ”

What the?!

Ting Lan touched her face, and she could feel the coolness on her face. She squeezed her shoulder again.

Isn't this a dream?

Uncle Junior, why don't you set up an enchantment?

Your Highness is still waiting for us to save you!

In case, if you run into a fairy who doesn't have long eyes, what should Your Highness do?

Ting Lan didn't know what to say for a while.

Uncle Xiao, isn't he very good at cultivating immortals?

She hesitated to go to the bottom of the mountain first.

Before he could move a step, a dark cloud had drifted over.

Qing Ming immediately stopped what he was doing, took Ting Lan's hand, and ran to the foot of the mountain.

Ting Lan didn't have time to react, so she was pulled under a wisteria trellis.

"Is this a wisteria flower?" Ting Lan asked softly, standing in front of the flower.