Ji Wuhua got up from the ground.
That incomparably evil and beautiful face revealed a bit of the evil spirit of a handsome boy.
One step at a time, as if he had no bones, he walked towards Ye Qingluo.
Seeing Ye Qingluo raise his fist again.
Ji Wuhua stopped in her tracks, her face showing grievance: "Miss Qingluo, I was dug here by Patriarch Feng early in the morning because of you, how could you treat me like this?"
He stroked his face with one hand: "For Miss Qing Luo, I even sacrificed my rest time..."
"You have to know, if I don't sleep well, I will become very haggard; once I become haggard, I will not be handsome enough; once I am not handsome enough... Miss Qing Luo will not be moved by me."
He pressed his chest, and fell down in Ye Qingluo's direction: "Ah ~ Miss Qingluo, aren't you moved?"
The man stood tall and straight, when he fell down.
Out of the corner of my eye, I suddenly saw a streak of red.
At some point, the girl held a feather fan that looked like a flame at her fingertips.
The lupine looks very delicate and small.
Red like blood.
It made the girl's fingers white as jade.
However, Ji Wuhua clearly saw a sharp silver light floating above the fan body.
Once he leans over.
That fan would directly scratch his face.
Beside her ears, there was a girl's casual voice: "It doesn't matter whether I am moved or not, the important thing is... I think you dare not move."
Ji Wuhua: "..."
Lao Tzu's mother's move.
The handsome face is gone!
She definitely wanted to ruin his face, so that she could inherit his reputation as a prosperous face!
Don't think about it!
Ji Wuhua froze: "Miss Qingluo, can you show some face? Anyway, I am also one of the three kings, Kao!"
"No." The girl answered very simply, without hesitation.
Ji Wuhua: "... Can you take back the weapon?"
"Have you figured out how to speak?" Ye Qingluo raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
Ji Wuhua adjusted the expression on her face, pretending to be serious: "Serious!"
Ye Qingluo snorted and retracted the Flame Devouring Fan.
Immediately sat down on the chair: "Tell me, what are you doing in my yard early in the morning?"
Ji Wuhua retracted her head, touched her face with one hand, and sat down opposite Ye Qingluo: "Miss Qingluo, I've always been curious...Look at me, I'm so good-looking, why are you...just look at me Why don't you come to me?"
Ye Qingluo: "..." She felt that she should take out her Flame Devouring Fan!
Damn, I can't have a serious conversation anymore!
Watching the girl move her fingers, she slammed the red feather fan on the table.
Ji Wuhua immediately sat up straight: "Master Feng asked me to help you change your face."
After finishing speaking, he explained seriously: "I'll tell you, Kao, one of my majestic three kings, is not afraid of you little girl! I'm just looking at the Feng family's face, and I don't care about you!"
"Disguise?"
Ye Qingluo didn't listen to Ji Wuhua's words at all.
Focus on the first half of his sentence.
The girl caressed her face with her slender fingers: "My face...why do I have to change it?"
"The God Realm is no different than other interfaces. Although the God Realm is divided into classes, there are actually many existences outside the classes. Like the Feng family, there are not no forces that have existed for tens of thousands of years."
At this time, Ji Wuhua became serious: "Your face is too similar to the former emperor of the gods."