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Good, my sister, good, Ning Miao scolded her, but for some reason, when I looked into the red eyes of the fourth prince of the Phoenix clan, the tender eyes with deep love like a drowning person in the sea made people feel a little bit reluctant to say ruthless words.

Brother, you have mistaken the person. Although you miss the person with the same name as me, he is not the same person. We are really not alone. I can swear to God, let alone 500 years, I probably won’t survive 100 years.

"Your Highness, let me down."

"If you don't let me go, Miao, what will you do with me." Wu Mochen's narrow red eyebrows slanted upwards, and the sound of each word was a surprise of being lost and found again, "Now I will no longer be afraid of your bluffing tricks."

"Headache." Ning Miao held his forehead, feeling a headache in various senses.

"Miao, the spiritual bond with the Phoenix God Qingluan will definitely collapse, but it's okay, His Majesty the Luan God is not willing to torment you." White, slender fingers with well-defined joints caressed the blue Luan God mark on Ning Miao's forehead , "I used to be afraid of pain. If you say blow it, it won't hurt anymore. Miao, let me blow it for you."

After Wu Mochen really leaned down, Ning Miao turned his eyes up and could only see Xianjun's chin. Xianjun took a breath of fairy air and blew it to his forehead.

"Hey, you..." The "Three Character Classic" that Ning Miao was about to say stopped on the tip of his tongue, wrapped it twice, and swallowed it back.

Following Xianjun's handsome chin, two streams of crystal tears burned Ning Miao's eyes.

Wu Mochen, are you crying?

My heart, Ning Miao freed a hand to press on the position of the heart, strange, what's wrong with my heart, why does it hurt, myocardial infarction?

Before Ning Miao could figure out why, the scenery in front of her eyes suddenly changed, the familiar recipe had the same taste.

The sky and the earth are snow-white, and there are colorful flocs floating in the small black lake.

It was the second time she entered the spiritual sea, and Ning Miao was able to master the skill of floating.

Floating to the small lake, uh, fish, what's wrong with you, fish?

The two tentacles of the fish were twisted into two strands of rope, and a malicious bow was tied at the top.

Ning Miao held back her laughter, "Yu'er, are you bored playing self-tie?"

Bow Tie, who had been pretending to be dead, jumped up when she heard the words, "Idiot, it's all thanks to you. I can't bear to be teased and insulted like this."

"Oh, is that so?" A mature and sexy female voice entered Ning Miao's consciousness.

Even Ning Miao, who is in a spiritual body, is shaking like a sieve at this time, and she can't control herself, "Female, female???!!!"

"Huh?" With a heavy and lazy nasal voice, the Phoenix God Qingluan floated out of the lake.

The long navy blue hair hangs down to the slender waist, the blue eyebrows are slightly heroic, and the five blue fine lines at the corners of the eyes line the delicate facial features showing a lazy and sexy, only the upper body is exposed, and the proud chest curve All in Ning Miao's eyes.

Ning Miao suddenly felt the heat in his nasal cavity, and quickly raised his head to cover it, bullying Lao Tzu for more than 20 years of karate, "Miss sister, put on your clothes, we can still have a good chat."

"What kind of pretense are you pretending to be?" The sexy woman raised her finger, and a cyan gauze wrapped her perfect figure, "This god was created according to the memory in your spiritual sea."

Counting silently for 3 minutes, she glanced at the small lake out of the corner of her eye, and found that the beautiful young lady who appeared out of nowhere in the spiritual sea seemed to have already dressed, so Ning Miao dared to look at the past again.

Uh, if I'm not blind, miss, are you sitting on that mosaic?remarkably brave.

"Miss Sister, I heard that you claim to be the God. Could it be that you are the Luan God who made a spiritual contract with me earlier?"

"Hee hee, it's my first time to form a spirit with an outsider. I didn't expect you to be called Miao." Qingluan patted the colorful cushion under her buttocks, and the colorful cushion let out a reluctant groan, "Xiao Miaoer, it's very interesting."

"Fool, immediately, immediately, get him out!" The strange demon was furious, damn it, he was maimed by the Huang Clan tens of thousands of years ago, and now he regained some vitality with great difficulty, and encountered the Phoenix God riding on his neck to show his power Fu, eight lifetimes of bloody bad luck, "I'll give you ten breaths, if you can't get it out, this deity will immediately eat you raw."

"It's a pity that the world is a pure color, Xiao Miaoer, here, plant some phoenix flowers, put two deck chairs here, here, a table, here, set up a gazebo, um, it's best to design it as a rock garden..."

"Dead Bird, don't think that this deity is afraid of you, get out!"

"Hehe, little strange devil, dare to challenge the god, very good, see I roast you on the spot."

The mosaic suddenly produced hundreds of tentacles, and the black spikes at the top opened one after another, trying to stab the beautiful woman in the blue gauze.

The woman kneaded the formula with both hands, and the blue flames were thrown out, and if there was a disagreement, it would burn.

Ning Miao: "..."

You gods fight, can you stay away from my territory?

"Yu'er has already merged with my spiritual sea. If you burn him, it is equivalent to burning my brain. Under Qingluan's crown, a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands."

"Yu'er, Your Majesty Qingluan signed a spiritual contract with me, so you just treat him as a temporary residence permit. Moreover, His Majesty hooked his fingers, and there are many primordial stones and elixir. They are actually food and clothing for parents. If you don't look at the face of the monk, you will see the Buddha." face, at least bear with it."

Ning Miao persuaded both sides of the fight earnestly, and complained silently in her heart: If it weren't for fear that you would destroy my brain, I would beat you to death, cut it.

Moreover, after calming down and not being tempted by the sexy queen, Ning Miao has already seen through the truth of the "goddess"... the male beast "God" (Jing) with beards and beards that make life unlovable.

With a thought, a standard brick appeared out of thin air in his hand. Ning Miao raised the brick and slapped it on his forehead.

Wu Mochen stood by the bed, food and water were delivered by someone, Wu Mochen was reluctant to look away for a second, and even blinked as little as possible.

Finally, the charming girl on the bed frowned and woke up screaming in pain.

"Ning, don't be afraid, blowing, blowing will not hurt."

Ning Miao opened one eye, mercilessly puzzled, "Are you a fan? Blow, blow a fart."

Yi Gulu got up from the bed, hey, the symptoms of the headache healed without any medicine, but he was still a little dizzy, "Please step aside, Your Highness, I want to go back to Le Taoju."

"Fan?" Wu Mochen put one hand around the back of Ning Miao's neck, supporting the little female's dizzy head, "Is it an artifact from the Phoenix Temple? What does it look like? I'll ask Uncle Wen to make one. "

Ning Miao rolled her eyes angrily, "Fourth Highness, I am a Yiyan clan witch, you have no right to detain me."

"A Miao, come and see." The fourth prince of the Phoenix clan seemed to have his own sensitive word shielding system. He smiled and hugged Ning Miao with his buttocks like a child, "Phoenix flower, is it beautiful? You used to like the most."

Being carried to the window, Ning Miao saw the exquisite garden outside the window. There was a piece of waist-high flowers and plants. The long dark green leaves were shaped like Phnom Penh orchids, and each flower at the top was in full bloom. Red, white, blue, yellow, purple, colorful, It's really beautiful.

"Fourth Highness..."

"Shh, call me by my name, Miao."

The red eyes were full of begging and anticipation, but also seemed to be full of fragility and caution.

Wu Mochen, this is a dream, can I wake you up with a brick?