The fairy music was lingering in my ears, and the people present couldn't help but listened intoxicatedly. This seemed to be the most beautiful picture in the world, unfolding in mid-air.

"Ah~ What a pair of dogs!"

The exaggerated admiration turned into a sharp blade, pulling the picture presented to everyone's eyes apart with a "pull".

"Uncle Feng, my mother said, it's wrong to curse people!"

As everyone's eyes gathered, the tender voice sounded crisply. Yue Xiaoxuan was sitting on Feng Qingyi's neck, holding the little chrysanthemum in two small hands, pouting with pink mouth, and her little face seemed to be bulging like a crystal bag.

"We should say that they are: Birds of a feather colluded with thieves and prostitutes, born a pair of adulterers **** to hook up and become rapists..."

"Xiao Xuan, aren't you cursing?" Feng Qingyi was a little confused. He was obviously cursing even more powerful than him, okay?

"No, Xiaoxuan is talking about idioms!" Yue Xiaoxuan answered seriously, and then took out a self-written "Idioms Collection" from the storage ring, "Uncle Feng, we must be scholars!"

The hot summer wind suddenly became cold, the clear sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and crows flew past one after another. Whose baby was this? What method was it cultivated?

Yue gently noticed the gaze that floated over from time to time, and her mouth twitched and laughed dryly: "The naughty child is completely self-taught and inherited from his father!"

The beautiful man who was originally smiling in the air suddenly turned gloomy. Her tenderness fell on the arms of the person beside him, and his five fingers were shrinking tighter and tighter.

"Qing'er, let's go down?" Fu Tu gasped for air conditioning by the nails. The smile on his lips was a little stiff, but the gaze that fell on Xuan Wuqing was still extremely focused.

"Yeah!" Xuan Wuqing quickly calmed down and responded softly with half-down eyes. There was a faint touching shyness floating on his face, but his eyes were full of viciousness.

Fu Tu walked along with her soft and smooth little hands, and the breeze was lightly delivered, and the ink hair hanging like a waterfall rolled in the wind, revealing her jade-like crystal skin. The flowing white gauze swayed lightly in the air, making them look even more ethereal and fairy-like.

They walked slowly down from the air. Without taking a step, a dazzling white light would appear under their feet at the right time, with pink petals floating and falling, and a faint fragrance would burst.

Many people present showed obsession. Master Qingmei’s chief disciple and the most favored personal disciple of the Phoenix Fairy in the Immortal Realm, such a beautiful couple. It’s really a perfect match!

Fu Tu and Xuan Wuqing looked down at the fiery gazes, and a smile appeared on their lips unconsciously. At this moment, the Xuan power ladder under their feet suddenly disappeared.

The two of them were not aware of it for a moment, and their bodies tilted and fell from the air.

"Ah" "Bang"

Everyone present was shocked. Before they could break free from the dreamy scroll, the two people like banished immortals had already smashed their faces down in front of them. This visual conflict was really too strong, right?

"Qing'er, are you naughty again?" Duanmu Chen looked at the person in his arms with a smile.

"Looking upset!" Yue gently played with her fingers. She would never admit that the mysterious power was burned by her with strange fire.
Chapter completed!