"Uh-huh, Linger all listened to his father's orders." Feng Linger smiled and smiled, showing his longing for the emperor's worldly appearance.

Some even couldn't wait. When coming out of the main hall, Feilai held Feng Feiyu and said, "Brother, haven't you met the ghost emperor, can you draw his portrait for me to see first?"

Feng Feiyu couldn't help crying and laughing, "Linger, the day from the draft girl is coming, and you can see the ghost emperor with your own eyes, why should I paint it for you?"

He mainly wanted to say that the appearance of the ghost emperor was not something he could sketch out in a single stroke.

"No, people can't wait for this. If the ghost emperor doesn't grow up like you said, then I won't be cheated!" Feng Linger coquettishly said, "Brother, my good brother, you That's it for your good sister, okay? "

Feng Feiyu couldn't stand the curiosity of his little girl, and nodded in agreement, "If the painting is not good, you can't blame me."

Feng Linger was eager to find the brush painting.

Feng Feiyu began to immerse himself in drawing, carefully sketching the appearance of the ghost emperor in his memory on the drawing paper.

Feng Linger stood by and looked at him, his face turned redder and his eyes became deeper.

Painting people.

Ink hair is like a waterfall with a crown of purple gold.

The facial features are stunning, and the evil charm is picturesque.

The pupils were cold and chilly.

The portrait is lifelike, as if the immortal man in the painting, will come out of the painting in the next second.

"This, this ..." Feng Linger stared blankly at the painting, and even said something unfavorably.

Feng Feiyu stopped the paintbrush, carefully looked at his chin, and shook his head. "It's not vivid enough, about six points."

"Such a handsome and compelling painting, brother, you say that there are only six points ?!"

"Yeah, no one who has ever seen the appearance of a ghost emperor can describe it, let alone draw it."

Feng Ling'er blushed and said, "The paintings are so beautiful and unparalleled, that a real person must be against the sky?"

"Oh, look at the bright pearl on the palm of our family, and finally the love has begun!" Feng Feiyu joked.

Feng Linger's face turned redder, like a ripe apple, holding the picture scroll is extremely rare.

"Linger, I tell you, you can be the empress of the Northern Bazaar, but the ghost emperor is supreme and exalted. Such a character, you can only be obedient to him as his little woman, don't try to control him, understand? ? "

Feng Linger nodded, seemingly understandable, then happily holding the scroll and ran back to the room.

The portrait of Ye Chongyuan is hung on the bedside, and it is viewed hundreds of times a day.

Every time she looked, the flowing affection in her eyes grew deeper.

...

West Chu State.

Unknown underground world.

Di Fuyao was meditating in the room, and didn't know how long it had passed.

She began to feel a scorching breath in her Dantian.

This breath rushed through her limbs and hundreds of veins, as if going to rush out of her body.

"Hoo--" The moment she exhaled.

A raging fireball slammed in both palms.

The fireball was unbiased and just fell on the flowers and plants in front of her.

Suddenly, the flowers and plants were angry, and within a few seconds, the flowers and plants in the room were half burned.

"Look down!" Di Fu stunned, no longer concerned about repairing, jumped out of the jade bed, and hurried to extinguish the fire.

After a fierce fire, the flames were finally extinguished.

but……

Emperor Fu looked at the sore, like a room that had been bombarded, and the whole person wanted to cry without tears.

"If the Eastern Festival saw me destroy the poisonous flowers and weeds he had cultivated for so long, why don't you keep me in an underground room and die?"

"Boss, you want to drive a little bit, isn't the Oriental Festival so bad, it should ... at most let you compensate!" Di Gouyou comforted.

Emperor Fu shook his face with a small face crying, "No, no, no, this oriental sacrifice is not a bad person, but it is not a good person. You forgot it. He saved me with nosy affairs and wanted me to repay the so-called The life-saving grace was willing to let me go. Now I'm fine. I ruined his garden, so why don't he want my life back? "

Thinking of this, Di Fuya couldn't sit still, walking around the room, trying to solve the sores in a room.

Tianji Pavilion.

After the Oriental Festival was closed, she saw that Hung Hom had been waiting outside the door for a long time.

"My lord, my subordinates have found all her information."

"Say."

"This person is named Yaoqing, Nanxuan people, who often show people with a weird face. Because she refined the birth muscles, she was conceived, and she was hit by the ancestors of Beicha Fengjia and fell into the cliff of Wushan. Wandering to Xichu. "Hongyi said truthfully.

Dongfang Jimeiyu picked up, "You said Shengji Dan was made by this girl?"

"Yes, lord," continued Hung Hom. "According to the investigation, the demon Qing is just a junior pharmacist."

Upon hearing the Eastern Festival, I was almost drowned by my own saliva, "What? Junior Pharmacist? How could it be possible to make a **** of magic that has disappeared for so many years?"

Refining Shen Dan, something that even a senior pharmacist couldn't do, was actually done by her junior pharmacist.

This kind of thing will spread to the mainland, who believes?

"Sir, do you want to release Yao Qing?" Hongying asked.

The Eastern Festival was meditating for a while, and Jun face smiled, "Let it go."

When the master and servant used the teleportation array, they almost thought that the teleportation was wrong when they teleported to the underground greenhouse.

I saw that the underground greenhouses that were once gloomy and beautiful had become the scene of the sore after the fire.

And the culprit actually squatted there and dug out the roots of poisonous flowers and weeds with a small shovel.

"My flowers, my grass, my mother—" The Oriental Festival held her heart, and did not dare to accept the facts in front of her.

It hurts, not only distressed, but also painful, it's the highest level of pain!

Oh my god!

He has cultivated these poisonous flowers and weeds carefully for more than ten years. Each plant is like his child. It can be said that every flower and grass in the greenhouse has been watered and grown with his efforts.

And now, his child was scorched by her and pulled out!

Di Fuya noticed the presence of the two, and immediately stood up and stood obediently, saying apologetically: "Oriental Festival, I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to destroy your flowers and plants, but rest assured, I will lose you!"

"It's all burned, what do you pay the hero for the years of exhaustion of these poisonous flowers and weeds?" Hongyan frowned.

The Oriental Festival was hit with a burnt poisonous flower. If it was not for an outsider, he would have shed two tears.

"This horrible hidden flower was found after I searched for three days and three nights in the snow-capped Tianshan eight years ago. The only one in the world has been cultivated for eight years, and it has just bloomed not long ago ..."

He said, his fingers were shaking, and the scorched flowers couldn't stand the slight shaking, and the black petals fell down.