Mo Tianliao raised his hand slightly, and a stream of light descended from the sky, directly hitting the top of Feng Su's head.
"Yeah!" Feng Su screamed, hurriedly dodging, another streamer came in a circle, as if to cut her into two pieces. Feng Su quickly pulled out a golden hairpin from the golden hairpin, and it quickly grew larger. He used both ends to support the constantly tightening aperture. When I got to the ground, I rolled around on the ground because I fell too fast.
The enlarged golden hairpin was split in half.
Feng Su got up from the ground and patted the dust on Luo's skirt: "Tsk tsk, after so many years, you still can't learn to be sympathetic to fragrance and jade."
"Are you fragrant or jade?" Mo Tianliao raised his chin, and a servant quickly stepped forward to pick up the golden hairpin that was split in half and hand it to him.
"Hey, my treasure!" Feng Su stomped his feet and reached out to grab it.
Mo Tianliao tapped lightly under his feet, a floor tile under his feet disappeared instantly, and the scorching fire of the burning sky rolled on the ground. The moment Feng Su rushed over, the three-foot-long "golden hairpin" slid down from Mo Tianliao's hand and fell directly into the stove.
"Zhentian!" Feng Su raised his hand to hit him, but Mo Tianliao avoided him and pushed her along the way, as if he was going to throw her into the fire of the fire, so frightened Feng Su immediately turned over in the air and retreated again and again. a few steps.
"The old lady is a warm and fragrant nephrite!" Feng Su pinched his waist with one hand and shook off the handkerchief in his hand.
Mo Tianliao glanced at her, felt a little disgusted, turned around and left.
Feng Su didn't care, he followed him into the hall, leaned on the elegant seat next to the throne, put on a rather enchanting posture, supported his chin with one hand, and leaned on the armrest of the Calcined Heaven Throne: "You put it at this time. When I came in, was this how I was entertained?"
When he was talking to the steward just now, Feng Su's spiritual thoughts came from the gate. Mo Tianliao didn't know if it was intentional or not, so he let her in directly, and Feng Su happened to see him beheading the old team.
"I let you in, but I didn't let you fly in the sky." Mo Tianliao said blankly.
It is a fact that the entire Demon Dao knows that you cannot fly in the Forge Heaven Demon Palace. Because this mountain protection formation is too domineering, Mo Tianliao only needs a spiritual sense to keep as many sections as you want.
"You still don't miss the old feelings like this." Feng Su lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow on the bottom of his eyes.
Mo Tianliao took a sip of wine and ignored her.
I have to admit that Feng Su is indeed a beauty, different from the beauty of those female cultivators in the righteous way, she is like a raging fire, coquettish and moving, and I don't know how many people in the magic way admire her. However, Mo Tianliao, who understood her nature, has always admired her, not to mention that it hurts the eyes to look at Qingtong's unparalleled handsome face every day.
"Don't come with me like this," Mo Tianliao drank the wine in his glass, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
Feng Su saw that he didn't buy it, and pouted, this calcined sky, reviving this is a virtue, every step has a purpose. Letting her in in advance is to warn her not to find someone to test Xiang Chixiang, but fortunately, she has always been knowledgeable and did not bring her subordinates in.
"I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, and you don't plan to catch up with me?" Feng Su raised his hand, and a small hairpin with three fingers flew out of his dantian and landed in the palm of his hand. This hairpin is completely black and has a very simple shape. It instantly turns into a five-foot-long cane when it falls into the hand.
The whole cane was chuggy and not very smooth, and the tip was slightly bent, just enough to hold. Feng Su held the handle and placed the cane on the ground, making a crisp "bang" sound. The slightly curved shape looked like an old lady's cane.
This is Fengsu Demon Venerable's natal spiritual weapon "Dark Cloud Dafeng Hairpin", even though it looks light, it actually weighs more than 1,000 kilograms. Although Feng Su looks slender and weak, she is actually very powerful. When she asked Jiagtian to do it, she wanted a beautiful hairpin so that she could deceive the monks who didn't know the truth. In the end, Mo Tianliao made a hairpin, but it was extremely ugly, and it was very awkward to wear on her head full of gorgeous beaded hairpins. At a glance, it could be seen that it was a weapon, so she had to put it in her dantian.
Mo Tianliao glanced at the spirit tool: "Cracked?" There were many small holes all over the cane. Because the body was damaged, the formation on it was a little unstable.
"What am I going to do to you if it just breaks?" Feng Su rolled his eyes inelegantly, "Recently, the gust of wind has been incomplete, only half of the power it used to be, and I can't control it..." She is Shuimu Shuanglinggen , This dark cloud and wind hairpin was specially made for him by Mo Tianliao. By using the two spiritual powers of wood and fire at the same time, he could use a very powerful "Great Wind Return".
A few years ago, she quarreled with Ming Yu and was rewarded by him, which broke her cane directly. Ordinary spiritual tools, if they are cracked, can be restored by putting them in the dantian for a while, but her cane is not good, because at that time, Jiaotian clearly told her that the several arrays she insisted on adding are very fine, if damaged. It may affect the power, so you must find him to repair it in time.
Because Jiagtian died, she didn't believe in evil, so she found another refiner to repair it, but the more she repaired, the worse it got. She repaired the blind into a lame man, but she couldn't shrink it, but now her wind gust has also been repaired. She was so angry that she slapped the refiner to death. Now that I heard that Zongtian was back, I immediately came to the door.
"Which piece of trash did you touch?" Mo Tianliao took a look at it and sneered, "This is basically a waste. If it needs to be repaired, it needs to be rebuilt. It's still the same price as before."
"Back to the furnace?" Feng Su sighed, touched her cane, turned to look at Mo Tianliao with watery eyes, slowly approached him, and whispered, "For the sake of friendship for so many years, Give me something cheaper."
The two were so close together that it looked like they were kissing from the side.
Qingtong, who was full of sleep, came over to look for Mo Tianliao, yawned a little, walked around the pillar, and saw this scene.
He did not deliberately restrain his breath, and the two on the throne turned their heads at the same time.
Qingtong was wearing a snow-colored wide-sleeved dress, and was loosely draped in a silk gauze coat. Because he had just woken up, the corners of his eyes still had red marks from last night, which directly reflected a pair of cold and beautiful eyes into peach blossom eyes. With peach blossoms on his face, he has a cold temperament, and against that delicate and flawless handsome face, it makes people's breath stagnate.
"Wake up." Mo Tianliao threw away the crutches in his hand and walked over quickly, blocking Feng Su's sight.
Qingtong pursed his lips, glanced at Feng Su by the throne, and remained silent.
Mo Tianliao wrapped his arms around his waist and coaxed in a low voice, "Is there any discomfort? Are you hungry?"
Qingtong leaned over and sniffed Mo Tianliao's face. He didn't catch the woman's scent, only a faint scent of grass and trees. Then he pushed him away, walked straight to the throne, and sat down with his sleeves thrown.
I remember when he was young, this woman often came to look for Mo Tianliao's spiritual artifact. Once Mo Tianliao went to the craftsman, he didn't follow him in time because he fell asleep, and was discovered by this woman.
"Yo, little baby, are you sleeping here?" Long smeared Dan Kou's nails and touched them directly. The kitten immediately frowned and gave her a paw.
At that time, the woman took out a bag of dried fish and tried to bribe him, but the cat boy, who was used to eating cold spring fish, didn't buy it at all.
"Hey, when I marry Zongtian, I will be able to touch you," Feng Su propped his chin and looked at him, "I have never seen a better-looking monster than you."
The little cat only remembered the phrase "I will be able to touch you when I marry Calgary", and I don't know if it was because of the fear of those bright red long nails, this phrase was always printed on him. In the mind, lingering.
Mo Tianliao hurriedly followed, sat with his cat, coughed lightly, "It's not cheap to recreate it."
Feng Su waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I know, you can repair it." He took out a storage bag from the storage bracelet and threw it to Mo Tianliao, and immediately looked at the cold beauty again.
After entering this room from Qingtong, Feng Su's eyes never left Qingtong. She liked handsome men the most in her life, and the Fengsu Demon Palace was the same as the previous Jiaotian Demon Palace. There were handsome teenagers everywhere, and she always liked to run to the Jiaotian Demon Palace because Jiaotian was too handsome.
However, the beauties that I have seen before can't be compared to the people in front of me.
Mo Tianliao's face turned dark.
The author has something to say: Small Theater:
"The Rival Is Terrible"
Master: Stay away from my wooden dog
Feng Su: If you let me touch me, stay away from him
Master:…
Woodworking: (╯°pan°)╯ ┻━┻