"Then you hurry up, don't be lazy, make up for the white silk, an old man who has lived for thousands of years, and still be this kind of naughty knitting female worker? Just let Xiaozhu do it, hurry up and play the piano Let me listen." Feng Ruchu, who was still sleepy just now, came to his senses instantly, saying that the wind is rain urging Mo Qing.

Poor Floating Light completed half of his self-repair under the powerful spiritual power of the Lord, and he was shining with his tail cocked. As a result, Feng Ruchu picked it up rudely, wiped the table, and was thrown away. Aside.

"..." Mo Qing.

be lazy? Old man? Don't you mother chick?

And her hand...

Her eyes drooped slightly along her slender arms, and she glanced at her delicate and clean hands in an understatement, clutching his wrists unceremoniously and without alienation, and the spotless white shirt with wide sleeves, all being pulled out by her ungentle force. Folds.

"What are you doing in a daze? Come on, let's hurry up and work, I'll be closer to you, um, I have to be closer, so I can hear clearly." Feng Ruchu grabbed his sleeve for a while and finally loosened it. Then, he changed his posture and sat cross-legged in front of Mo Qing.

Between the two, there was only a slender table.

Because of the divine tool's recognition of the Lord, the ancient divine power broke through the exhausted spiritual roots in her body, and even the ugly scars on her forehead were repaired smoothly.

At the age of sixteen, without the shocking scars, she has been moisturized by divine power, her skin is white as snow, her lips are red and her teeth are white, and she has gradually revealed her exquisite facial features.

Because of the need for healing, she only wore a white shirt, which was slightly loose as she was crooked and prone again.

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Mo Qing waved his hand, and the slightly open collar was corrected.

Feng Ruchu sat less than half a metre away from him, closed his eyes, sitting upright, with a solemn expression.

After all, Mo Qing is the Sovereign of Tribulation, and her five senses are much more sensitive than ordinary people, and she can almost clearly feel her gradual and steady breathing and rhythmic heartbeat.

This made him involuntarily recall the time in the distant, almost like a world away.

That little girl once said, "Master, Xuan'er is so behaved, how can she be devilish? I don't want to listen to you playing the piano, I'm going to practice talisman, I'm going to make pill "medicine", my wish is to save the world. People, kill demons and slay demons!"

The little girl once said, "Master, Xuan'er never dared to sneak into the world anymore. When Xuan'er broke through the Xuantian mirror, she was almost eaten by a divine beast. That **** Ling Bai didn't even have a human form. The transformed male tiger actually said that I have a devilish energy...Master, you quickly play the piano for Xuan'er. Xuan'er promises to sit beside you obediently this time and don't run anywhere... Well... or let's get closer , At a closer point, so you can hear more clearly."

In such a past, it seems that the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of life have flowed through the vicissitudes of life in hundreds of thousands of times, and in the faltering time, they overlap and echo...

Mo Qing's gaze seemed to be on Feng Ruchu, seeing the past that he thought could last forever, but he was helpless and his destiny was hard to violate.

Under the indifferent and desireless Liuli eyes, there was a flash of regret and bleakness.

With a wave of his wide sleeves, Zihuangqin fell on the table again.

The purple qi lingered around the spiritual qi, slowly and patiently injected into her body.