White Moonlight Beauty Dressed as a Villain[Transmigration Book]

Why can't I get up?

Why can't it fly?

- It must be that the curse that Xu Youqing cast on him before has not been solved!

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Lan Qiusheng thought about all sorts of things in his head without love, and felt that someone was holding him to take it out.

Holding Xiao Feijiu in his hand, Xu Youqing looked at Xiao Feijiu staring at him angrily, and poked Fluffy's chest with his hand.

"Chirp!"

angry!

Keep poking.

"Chirp!!"

Xu Youqing raised his fingertips slightly, and scratched Xiao Feijiu's chin, which he couldn't see clearly.

The round and fluffy ball fell backwards, with two paws against Xu Youqing's wrist, trying to struggle.

But the disparity is too great.

Xu Youqing could push him down with a little force.

Lan Qiu rolled around angrily, raising his head as if he was going to peck him to death.

Xu Youqing stopped teasing him, turned around and sat on a chair beside him, put Xiao Feijiu on the table, and stared at Xiao Feijiu with lowered eyes.

"Is Qiuqiu completely out of control?"

Lan Qiu shouted aggressively: "Jiujiu!"

Xu Youqing tapped the table with his fingertips, his eyes deep in thought.

For an ordinary monster race, changing human form is a matter of course. As long as you can control the monster power, it should be easy to transform into human form and monster form, unless it is blocked by some external force.

Lan Qiu obviously didn't.

Xu Youqing looked down at the little fat chirp on the table. Fat chirp was fluffy, with a round body and smooth and beautiful feathers. He was still amusing himself chasing the fluffy wings in circles.

Kind of stupid.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Come here."

Xiao Feijiu tilted his head to look at him, and walked to his palm in a foolish way.

Xu Youqing lifted Xiao Feijiu up slightly, and lightly touched Lan Qiu's forehead with his fingertips, a trace of spiritual power surged through his fingertips.

If you can't do it yourself, how about borrowing the external force of the demon.

He knows a lot of things, and it also includes the mental method cultivated by the demon cultivator.

Lan Qiu's pupils shrank slightly, the sudden changes in his body were out of his control, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

A white light surrounded him, gradually expanding from one point.