Feng Wencheng is located in the central area of ​​the city lord's mansion.

The sect disciples' residence.

Dongfang Shuo took Li Qingqiu to return as if nothing had happened. When he entered the door, he was embarrassed by the soldiers guarding the city lord's mansion. He easily slapped the face in the face like drinking water and went back without mentioning it.

After returning to the station.

"Junior Sister Li!"

Dongfang Shuo was about to call Li Qingqiu and explain to get closer, but the other party didn't give him this opportunity at all.

"Shuo...Senior Brother, if there is something wrong, let's talk about it another day. I'm tired!"

As he said that, Li Qingqiu wrapped his hands around his chest, as if he was holding something up with difficulty, pursed his lips, leaving Dongfang Shuo with a simple pink back, and in a blink of an eye, he pushed the door into the guest room.

Close the door.

Half leaned against the door panel, Li Qingqiu was stunned and in a daze.

It was indeed joyful that Dongfang Shuo could come to her to come back immediately after being found. Isn’t it too cheap to act? It’s not that Dongfang Shuo is deliberately left unforgive him and not forgive him. She just enjoys this feeling of being paid attention to by someone.

"laugh!"

Li Qingqiu did not have the depression he had shown before. He held his cheek with one hand and the smile on his round oval face was like a thorny rose blooming.

I feel that the person wandering outside the door devotes all my energy to myself and wants to ask for my own forgiveness.

"This feeling...is really..."

Holding his slightly shaking shoulders, Li Qingqiu's petite body trembled a little and whispered.

This feeling of being cared for by a person has never been before.

I didn’t have it when I was a child, but I only had the talent for cultivation that made people disappoint.

Even after she grew up, she was even less concerned. All the attention was snatched away by the stinky woman Yu Lingqing. Even if she awakened Han Yu's talent, her cultivation level could no longer surpass that stinky woman.

She is still the junior sister of the sect that no one wants.

But soon Li Qingqiu shook her head, leaning against the door panel and stepping on the re-layed bedding. She was slightly obsessed with cleanliness and would not use anything outsiders.

Only by lying in the familiar bedding can you feel the little bit of security.

She was really tired after all the things that happened in the day.

From being on the flying boat, Dongfang Shuo was willing to jump down for his previous junior sister and almost died. Then he went to Fengyou City to look for people like crazy. He left himself behind because he found the other person's trace in the market. He also lost his temper with him for the sake of the young junior sister and finally lost in the ghost fog. He was almost caught in both ends, which were the claws of a hungry wolf.

Everything that gets together makes Li Qingqiu tired and his heart too.

"His feelings for his previous junior sister are not something I can replace if I want to replace them. So why is it for me to dress up as the other person for so long..."

"...United to win the other party's favor?"

"Tsk, then what am I? A substitute... or the foxes who only know how to please men are like the Qinlou Chuguan!"

Li Qingqiu curled his lips, and suddenly his small brows frowned frequently, as if he had thought of something.

"snort!"

He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

She suddenly remembered the man with a grimace mask he encountered in the ghost fog.

Hold on to the sheets.

The little tiger teeth that opened its mouth were rubbed, as if it wasn't biting a bed, but a bastard...

...I said she was narcissistic, and said her "pride" was like meat buns. To put it nicely, it was like hungry wolf. To put it bluntly, it was just that only wild dogs would eat two bites without any choice.

Get up, Li Qingqiu sat down, and asked the pride that most people could not even envy.

"Hmph!"

He raised his proud little chin with smug satisfaction.

If she could not compare with that smelly woman Yu Lingqing, then this point would definitely be her own perfect victory.

.........

Forget the Immortal Sect.

Main peak.

The eldest sister was practicing swords. Her forearm was swaying across her chest without any obstacles and picked out a gentle sword flower, just like a snowflake that had not melted in spring. It was clearly a sword dancing, but it was like dancing.

"If you don't have two falling objects, even practicing swords is much easier, and it won't get in the way!"

Halfway through practice.

He looked down at his toes easily, looked up his cold eyes at the two peaks standing side by side on the sea of ​​clouds, and suddenly said with emotion.

This "hinders the situation" is a bit heavy.

.........

"A Qiu!"

Li Qingqiu sniffed, and when she felt chills, she suddenly sneezes, curled up, but still refused to admit defeat. She just had the capital to be proud.

Even the junior sister named Li Qingqiu, who was surnamed Lu, was confident that she would win.

.........

Fulai Inn, second floor guest room.

Lu Wan'er was facing a fitting mirror that was waiting for her height. This was the new clothes he bought at the market along the road, a soft blue chiffon long skirt with a fat style.

She was wearing a big belly that was so cute that she couldn't wear ordinary clothes.

Even though my clothes were magic weapons, I had been wearing them tightly for a long time, so I continued to wear them to cover up my bulging belly.

now.

The past is like clouds.

If Zuo Qiufeng was present, he would definitely recite a copy of the poem: "Love rises with the wind, but the wind stops and the mind is hard to calm down. It is destined to dissipate with the wind, so why wait for the wind to come? Instead of waiting for the wind to come, it is better to go with the wind."

Zuo Qiufeng: "...At least, give me some room to play. It's easy for me to feel like I'm a waste of time!"

Zuo Qiufeng may have complicated thoughts in the future.

Lu Wan'er didn't want to hide her anymore, so she simply changed into this long dress comparable to maternity clothes.

"Very good, just fit, wumu, do you really not know if those clothes will be cracked and will not feel ashamed to walk and shake? I really can't figure it out, you're very tired!"

Looking at yourself in the mirror, one more curve will cause fat, and one less curve will cause poverty, just right.

And a conservative soul questioned.

.........

"Aqiu, Aqiu!"

Li Qingqiu was taking off one broken chest cloth after another when he suddenly sneezes and suddenly lowered his head, and the back of his head was pushed directly to the bed board by the amazing elasticity.

"It hurts, um, gurgle!"

Then there was a drowning sound.

Li Qingqiu, who almost suffocated herself to death, finally got up, and she was in a bad mood, as if today was her bad luck, and there were troubles everywhere.

Outside the door.

"Junior Sister Li, are you okay!"

When Dongfang Shuo heard the movement, he immediately called anxiously and wanted to push the door and break in to see what was going on.

Although the scene of falling into the bathtub by chance did not appear, the protagonist is not a romantic encounter, but it seems that there are many small welfare events.

Crunch!

The door of the guest room was pushed open in a gap.

"Woo-huh!"

Li Qingqiu let out a whimper, and his oval face flushed in an instant. He glanced at his current posture and would definitely expose himself.

"...Don't come in!!!"

He angrily shouted, and Zi Li Qingqiu's skin revealed that he seemed to see a layer of fine frost on his skin, and tiny ice crystals condensed out under the urging of spiritual power.

The subconscious excitement of Han Yu's body was like the cold wind of cold winter sweeping across the entire guest room.

boom!

The cold air filled with it.

A layer of ice crystals in the center of Zili Qingqiu spread and blocked the door of the guest room.

The welfare link failed.

"Junior Sister Li!"

Even though Dongfang Shuo took a few steps back and pulled his hand back in time, it was inevitable that it would be covered with a layer of fine frost, and a strange purple color appeared on his palms a little stiff.
To be continued...