"Thank the Queen Mother for her kindness."

"No need."

Two voices of rejection rang out in unison.

The euphemism is naturally Feng Ruchu's voice.

And the phrase ‘no need’...

Concise and concise, but full of unquestionable and irreversible attitude.

The big guy turned his head to look.

I saw Mo Qing sitting on the limp on the side, with the faint eyes of the colored glaze hanging down, with a clear temperament and cold eyebrows.

Seeing that all eyes were gathered on himself at this moment, he raised his eyelids unhurriedly, swept the crowd lightly, and finally turned his eyes on Feng Ruchu.

Ignore everyone's surprise or surprise, ignore who or who is happy or not.

Give orders: "She, the deity brought back to Jiuzhongdian."

Afterwards, a piece of pink petals fell to Feng Ruchu's side, and in the next second, they disappeared into the wing room of the Xiyuan together with the cold fairy posture on the soft couch.

"..."

"..."

"..."

auzw.com The big guy was dumbfounded and watched only a faint buckwheat flower left on the empty bed, and even the black cat was swept away by the way, sighing and puzzled.

Yu Xiao'touched' her nose and was used to'sexually' doing the aftermath work, saying: "That...Feng Ruchu has conquered the artifact after all, and Jiuyouquan has been re-sealed, so I don't know how long it will last. Moreover, after the birth of Houqing, thousands of monsters in the blood maple forest were awakened. This is a big deal. Brother, he must personally ask about it..."

"Well, don't look at me... It's gone, the healing that should be healed, the cultivation that should be cultivated..."

"Go back, go to each house, and find each mother."

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Baiyun Mountain. Nine Palaces

A melodious rhythm is like the gurgling mountain and flowing water, with the five senses as the boundary, slowly injected into the body, with a gentle and pure aura, constantly nourishing the broken dantian and turbulent agitated by the backlash of ancient divine power. Lingmai.

Antique "color" on the long hollow case.

A purple "colored" guqin is placed horizontally, and with the slender fingers plucking the strings on the guqin shaft three or two times, the aura formed by every note lingers around a layer of noble purple light.

Feng Ruchu, who had been nourished by aura for two hours, was lazily wanting to sleep, his legs were loosened, and he was about to crook above the collapse.

The person's voice rang in due course: "Sitting still."

Feng Ruchu yawned and drooped his eyelids boredly: "I've been sitting still for two hours. In Journey to the West, when the Tang Sanzang fought against the Tiger Deer and the Three Monsters, I didn't meditate for that long..."

"Master Saint, this is a big Baiyun Xianshan, there is no audience or something? What about Ling Bai? Where is Xiaozhu? Can't you bring them to listen to your performance? Why do you want to catch a sheep's hair? I will be bald soon."

Mo Qing finally paused amidst her endless voicing and fiddled with the fingertips of the strings, and explained with her "sexuality": "This Purple Phoenix piano is made by the tail feathers of the Nine Heavens Purple Phoenix. To get rid of evil nephews and cleanse the devilish energy, the deity personally plays for you. Are you still picky?"

Feng Ruchu pouted and whispered: "I am not tired of hearing...No, I am not afraid that you are tired... Besides, I am a metaphysic mage, and I have always been the only one to kill demons and slay demons. Is there a part of being washed away?"

As Feng Ruchu said, he got up and moved to Mo Qing's body.