Nan Yuan glanced at the rest of the people, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, but her coercion was released unscrupulously, "Since you have accepted this invitation, you are here to congratulate the deity. Even if you pretend, you have to pretend to be the deity. It looks like a festive look. If anyone dares to show the deity's face, then don't blame the deity for not showing your face."

The coercion from the ancestors of the Xuantian Sect could not be tolerated by ordinary people, and immediately there were many disciples and elders of the small sect with expressions of pain on their faces.

Hearing this, they lowered their heads one after another, daring not to make trouble again.

Just now, they were just talking about those few words just to go along with others, and the first one they said was the elders of the Ziyang faction.

Without the leader of the Ziyang faction, how could they have such courage?

Just as everyone mentioned this Ziyang sect in their hearts, the elder of the Ziyang sect who was the first to challenge the situation suddenly rolled his eyes and fainted.

A **** smell came out from the nose of the Ziyang Sect elder, but he was surprised that no blood leaked from his nose or the corners of his mouth.

That Daojun Canglang sighed regretfully, "It's a pity that such a good day can't see blood, it's not auspicious."

When everyone heard the words, they immediately understood something, and their expressions became more and more respectful.

The cultivation of the elders of the Ziyang faction is not low. It is said that the cultivation of the elders of the Ziyang faction is second only to the elder of the head of He, but he did not expect to fall like this.

They don't even know when this ancestor made his move!

Sect Leader He of the Ziyang Sect had an ugly face, but in the end he didn't say anything, and only let the disciple help the elder down.

Tan Feng looked at the man beside him, and the awkward feeling that he still had was suddenly replaced by a very pleasant emotion.

He approached the other party and whispered, "Qing Moyu, you are really powerful."

Nan Yuan glanced at him, and suddenly added, "You will soon know that I have even greater prestige."

Tan Feng remembered something, his expression twisted slightly, "I was probably blind before."

Nan Yuan laughed softly, "Tough mouth."

He also thought that after Tan Feng's memories were merged, how different would it be from before? Now it seems that this person is just as arrogant as before, in addition to showing a cold face.

It's just that the former little Tan Feng was the kind of arrogant who liked to talk about everything, but now Tan Feng is the kind of arrogant who likes to keep everything in his heart.

After such a small episode, the process behind the conclusion of the ceremony was extremely smooth.

After the ceremony, Nan Yuan reminded Le Ci to remember to accept the gift, and then took Tan Feng's waist and flew onto the golden saber, performing an imperial flight in public.

When flying not far away, Nan Yuan reached out and grabbed it in the void.

The little sugar in the space got the signal and immediately threw a handful of starlight out.

Their Void Beast's fur can light up, which is a little trick for Sugar.

So, when everyone looked up, they saw that Daojun Canglang grabbed a handful of stars from the void and threw them down.

In the twinkling of the stars, the newly-concluded Daoist couple flew far away, like a pair of immortal companions walking away on the starlight, the picture is very beautiful.

Someone couldn't help reaching out to pick up Xinghui, but unfortunately Xinghui gradually disappeared in the process of falling...

Tan Feng was a little surprised when he saw the red palace that was only half a day away. "When did you... set it up?"

"I think you have traveled outside for many years, and you must have seen the happy events of mortals. Does this red glow look very festive?"

Tan Feng tensed the corners of his mouth and replied reservedly, "boring."

However, when he turned his head, the corners of his mouth clearly evoked a small arc, and the cold breath on his body also faded a lot.

After Tan Feng took two steps in a certain direction, his footsteps stopped abruptly and froze in place.

Behind Nan Yuan hehe, "Where is this deity's Dao Companion going? Our bedroom is here."

Tan Feng looked at him vigilantly, "Do you want me to live with you?"

"You said it funny, it's all concluded, you still want to sleep with me?"

Tan Feng's expression was a little uncomfortable, "Do you want to cultivate feelings first? After all, I am still different from before. Are you sure you like me today?"

Nan Yuan squinted her eyes slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "The deity likes what you look like. Let's go, I won't touch you."

If it was before, Tan Feng must have believed him, but Tan Feng, who has seen this person's shameless appearance, is still a little wary.

Although the wounds left by the Ding Yao Nail on his body were good, but he felt that he might not be able to beat Qing Moyu.

"Tan Feng, when did I lie to you?"

Hearing this, Tan Feng thought about his maintenance today, but chose to believe his words and rested in the main hall with him.

Facts have proved that the words of men are really nonsense.

Not long after, a roar from Tan Feng suddenly came from the bedroom, "Qing Moyu, do you owe a fight—"

"Shh, be quiet, don't disturb others."

"You old bastard, you are forcing me to do it!"

"You want to fight? I haven't fought with anyone for a long time, but I miss it. Come on."

The two people in the dormitory fought each other in the first half of the night, and then fought hand-to-hand in the second half of the night, without stopping all night.

In the end, it ended with Tan Feng's melee failure, and the ending was quite tragic.

On the second day, when the sun was shining three times, Tan Feng lay lazily on a piece of soft fur, and before he even opened his eyes, he felt the extremely comfortable touch on the top of his head.

This man's grooming was very skillful, as if he had done it countless times before, which made him feel extremely comfortable.

and many more!

Hair?

Tan Fengshu opened his eyes and looked down, what he saw was not his tall and straight figure, but his fluffy original shape!

Tan Feng slowly turned his head again, and saw Qing Moyu leaning lazily on a soft couch, one hand away from the fluffy, hair-like hair on his head, and one hand reading a book.

Tan Feng's crystal clear light brown cat's eyes were round and round, with an incredible look on his face.

How could he change his original form?

When did it change?

Tan Feng glared at the man in front of him, and yelled at him fiercely, "Meow! Meow meow!" While calling, he also waved his sharp claws.

It's you, the good thing you did last night!