One Hundred and Eight Ways to Discuss the Villain's Poorness

Feng Qi was lying in a state of mind, and his posture was somewhat similar to the painting in Hua Yuanyue's hands.

Even the black lotus in the palm is exactly the same.

"Satisfied." Feng Qi replied empty-handedly.

He knew that Meng Guiwen would convey his meaning.

Meng Guiwen looked at Hua Longyue after hearing the words, "He said he was satisfied."

"Look, I didn't disrespect Master Feng Qi, did you? You haven't seen Gui Ning, this is Master Feng Qi's appearance above the sky, but I can't see this face clearly." Hua Yuanyue said.

"Everyone in the God Realm wears like this?" Meng Guiyi was a little suspicious at this moment how open that Jiuxiao was.

She just asked this, and got Feng Qi's answer.

"No, I wore it for Yuheng to see." Feng Qi blushed without heartbeat, and didn't think there was anything wrong with wearing that way at all.

When Meng Guiwen heard this, a few drops of sweat fell from the back of his head.

Her ancestors played with flowers better than her.

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Meng Guiwen looked at Hua Longyue and was very satisfied with her painting, but regretted not seeing Feng Qi's face.

She asked Hua Liangyue to take out the Yin and Qing circles.

Hua Yuanyue took it out without hesitation and placed it in front of Meng Guiyi.

A picture immediately appeared in the mirror.

On it is a handsome man doing laundry.

The white robe on his body fell into the water, but he didn't care, and the black hair was caught by a green hairpin.

Those light golden eyes stared at the black robe in his hand.

At this time, Hua Yuanyue could see Feng Qi's appearance clearly.

He also knew who the black robe in Feng Qi's hand belonged to.

She immediately pressed the mirror down.

Meng Guiwen was startled, not knowing what Hua Yuanyue was going to do.

Hua Yuanyue supported Meng Guiwen's shoulders with both hands: "Guini, why don't we tie Yuheng?"

Meng Guiyi was taken aback, she had persuaded herself before...

"I know that twisted melons are not sweet, but whether they are sweet or not, you have to twist them to taste first, right?" Hua Yuanyue said seriously.

It's just that after she finished speaking, she couldn't speak anymore.

Then a dark shadow appeared behind Hua Yuanyue.

A tall man in black appeared, he covered Hua Yuanyue's mouth with his hand, and his slightly sharp eyes glanced at Meng Guiyue.

Without saying anything, he took Hua Yuanyue away.

Even the painting spread on the table was rolled up and flew into Yuheng's hands.

But as soon as the painting fell into his hands, it turned into fly ash.

Meng Guiwen could only feel her distress from Hua Yuanyue's eyes.

It seemed she was really happy with that painting.

But Meng Guiwen never expected that Yu Heng was not bad looking.

Strong facial features, slightly sharp eyes, the most eye-catching thing is the white lotus pendant on his ear.

The shape of the lotus is almost exactly the same as the black lotus of his ancestors.

Of course, Meng Guiwen knew that it was definitely not to commemorate his ancestors.

Probably too...

"I learned it, it was my sister's earring, and I lost the other one." Feng Qi accepted Meng Guiyi's thoughts.

"He didn't beat you?" Meng Guiwen was a little surprised.

It was probably the only thing left by his sister.

In the end, Feng Qi lost one of them.

"No, I said I lost it, and Yu Heng just froze for a while, then shut himself in the room." Feng Qi shook his head.

Meng Guiwen looked at him like that, so he probably didn't lose it.

It was just hidden by him.

Sure enough, when Feng Qi raised his hand, another crack opened in his palm.

A white lotus pendant squeezed out from it.

This is the same as the lotus pendant on Yuheng's ear.

"What are you doing?" Meng Guiwen looked at the white lotus pendant in his palm, and felt a strange aura lingering on the pendant.

"I want to find sister back." Feng Qi looked at the lotus pendant in his hand.

This is the only thing my sister left behind.

This is the only thing that can feel Auntie's breath.

Seeing Feng Qi staring at the lotus pendant, Meng Guiwen felt a little touched in his heart.

It turns out that liking someone can do so much for that person.

"I did give up before, but you said that you lost your soul and you are still alive and well. I think there may be hope."

Feng Qi said quietly.

Meng Guiwen listened to his words and really wanted to explain.

Her situation is different from Sister Fengqi's.

She didn't know why she had reincarnated five hundred times, and she was still alive after her soul was scattered.

If possible, she wants her soul to return to the earth and not reincarnate.

"Ancestor, let yourself go, and your sister too. If your sister sees you like this, she won't be happy." Meng Guiwen entered the state of mind and faced Feng Qi.

Feng Qi watched Meng Guiwen say this, but suddenly smiled.

"Now you can also preach to others, what can you understand? What can you understand if you are heartless?" Feng Qi looked at Meng Guiyi.

He had said before that he admired this little girl.

Even now.

She really said that she could let it go if she let it go.

How many people are there in the world who can be as free and easy as her?

But now Feng Qi resents her for being heartless.

She can always do what others can't.

Meng Guiwen didn't expect his ancestors to be angry.

This is the second time he is angry.

But seeing his angry appearance now, Meng Guiwen was not afraid anymore.

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Meng Guiwen walked up to Feng Qi.

He reached out to hold Feng Qi's hand, and then stuffed the white lotus pendant back.

"If the ancestor wants to do it, then do it. I won't say anything more, but the ancestor, don't give up on yourself, okay?" Meng Guiwen looked at Feng Qi.

Perhaps in his eyes, as long as it can make that person happy, he is willing to do anything.

If they had just met, Meng Guiwen would not have cared about Feng Qi's life or death.

Now she only wants her ancestors to be well.

At least this time when she doesn't have to go through the plot, it's fine.

It was her ancestors who taught her not to give up on herself.

So she didn't want her ancestor to give up himself.

Feng Qi looked at the little girl in front of her with big eyes staring at her, then reached out and rubbed her head.

"I won't die, don't worry." Feng Qi felt relieved.

This little girl finally cared about others.

With Feng Qi's words, Meng Guiwen didn't worry anymore.

"Okay, then you can continue to lie down." Meng Guiwen's emotions came and went quickly.

As soon as the words fell, she disappeared from her state of mind.

Feng Qi was left speechless.

It seems that I still have to hone and hone.....

Thinking of this, Feng Qi turned around, but suddenly paused.

He seemed to have thought of something, his hands formed a mudra, and a huge black-gold lotus bloomed in Meng Guiyi's state of mind.

Seven thin golden threads protruded from the black-golden lotus.

With the seal of his hands, these thin lines slowly lengthened.

But before he got out of his mood, the seven thin golden threads instantly collapsed into shattered light.

Feng Qi looked up at the black-gold lotus, and closed her hands.

The Broken Cloud Fan floated over.

"how?"

Feng Qi reached out and rubbed his forehead.

"This girl does not lack three souls and six souls, but she lacks the seven emotions and six desires seriously, especially the seven emotions, which can hardly be felt." Feng Qi said aloud.

He should have found out long ago.

It's just that he thought it was Meng Guiyi's five hundred reincarnations that caused her coldness.

Only now did I realize that it was not her indifference, but her innate lack.

Meng Guiwen has no way to express her feelings, so she will do it according to her own cognition.

Get it if you want it, get rid of it if you don’t want to see it.

She doesn't know what happiness, anger, sorrow and joy are.