Xiaoxiao

The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell, the Taishang Laojun is the first thing that comes to Mo Ling's dull mind.He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth. If the stingy old man doesn't give him the antidote to restore Qin Xiao's memory, he will rely on his Daluo Tianxuandudong Bajing Palace to stay. It's delicious and delicious. Let him support him.

Seeing Mo Ling's ferocious appearance of a tiger wanting to eat people, Qi Yu almost lost his temper with a smile. With his little cultivation level, he still insisted on not leaving, and he was sent back to the East China Sea by Laojun long ago.As he spoke, a dark purple smoked wood incense box appeared in his palm with a smile, "Sea Pussicum, a plant that only grows in tens of millions of years. I heard that Laojun has been looking for it. You know how to use it."

"Such a precious thing, I..." Mo Ling leaned into Qi Yu's arms pitifully with tears in her grateful eyes.Li Huan turned dark, and stood in front of him, "What are you, take it for the antidote!" Li Huan snatched the incense box from Qiyu's hand, pushed it on Mo Ling's body, and embraced the beautiful woman's body. Xiangjian is gone "When good things come in pairs, don't forget the wedding wine you promised us."

After Li Huan and Qi Yu walked a few miles, Li Huan pinched Qi Yu's red face and said, "I remember that your father used sea ginseng to make wine. I don't know if I can't find it and blame it, will I pick you up?" A layer of skin?"

"How come..." Qi Yu trembled without confidence, and immediately held Li Huan's hand and did not leave. I am willing to agree to your marriage. This time I decided to be more straightforward, and immediately lead you back to the West Sea to tell my father that I will marry you to the South China Sea tonight."

"Don't go back on what you said!" Li Huan kissed Qi Yu's forehead and held him tightly in his arms, wondering if he wanted to thank that idiot Mo Ling?

Outside the Palace of Eight Views, Mo Ling was teased by the gatekeeper boy so he couldn’t laugh or cry. The old man said, “Only the Ninth Prince of Donghai and the Sun Monkey of Huaguo Mountain are missing.” A man wanted to beat him just to order some sesame seeds. The idea of ​​fairy medicine is too feathery, so I don't see it.And if the other one doesn't come, if he can't be cheated, he will try to steal his elixir with vulgar means, so he won't see him.

With this rhetoric, Mo Ling felt more aggrieved than being hugged by Li Huan.It stands to reason that Donghai and Taishang Laojun belong to the same road.Back then, the young and vigorous Sun Houzi turned the Laojun Mansion and Donghai’s Dragon Palace upside down. For this reason, Donghai lost the magic needle of Dinghai. Now, why did they confuse him with Sun Houzi?

Mo Ling snorted a few words to pick at the old man, cleared her throat, and yelled loudly, "A sea cucumber that only grows in tens of millions of years, since the old man doesn't know what to buy, Mo Ling can only give it to someone else." Smoked wood incense box Pushing it into the sleeves, turning his back and baring a row of white teeth, Qi Yu was still thoughtful.When he takes over Qin Xiao's ruthless evildoer, he must prepare a big gift to give back to Brother Qi Yu.

"Wait a minute, here is the antidote of Wangqing Pill, grind it up and mix it in wine and give it to Penglai Immortal." The old gentleman who was eager to see the true face of sea scorpion seemed dismissively reserved, but in fact he was eager to pounce on it. Go to Mo Ling's side, and snatch the hard-to-find treasure in the Three Realms regardless of face.

Mo Ling suppressed a laugh, but let out a burst of laughter, "I didn't mean to offend, and please forgive me!"

The upright Old Lord Taishang naturally wouldn't care about his juniors, but when he held the smoked wood incense box containing sea ginseng in his hand, he immediately revealed his true colors.He threw everything out of the blue sky because of his high morals and dignity, and he patted his face in disbelief, "The next time you and Qin Xiao have conflicts, don't forget to trouble me again. I still need a fire spirit grass here." .”

next time?There will be no next time.The elixir here, Laojun, is simply worse than the mortal doctor who sees snobbishness and ruthlessly slaughters others.Mo Ling, who is dumb and eats Coptis chinensis, slanders, pushes his palms and cups his fists and says, "Thank you for the antidote."

Taishang Laojun, who has long been influenced by the amorous Lao Bai, stroked his long white beard, looked at Mo Ling's back in a hurry, and said with a flick of the dust, "Love is always ruthless, but I feel that I can't laugh in front of my mouth." Immortal Penglai couldn't take the elixir of forgetfulness.

The snow in Penglai has not stopped since the previous one, and the increasingly cold weather seems to freeze the whole Penglai.The idle servants in the hall simply got Qin Xiao's accommodation, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, holding cups of hot tea, gathered around the fire and chatted about whether the snow at this unseasonable season was an act of God or man?

There are too many people chatting, so it's natural to have mixed conversations, and there are always people who pass on things in a miraculous way, muttering in a low voice, probably this mountain has spirituality, knowing that their master is not in a good mood recently, so they cast spells to set up this endless battle. The snow just reflected their master's feelings, but they didn't know that the culprit of this snow was their revered master.

After parting from Mo Ling that night, Qin Xiao didn't return to Penglai, and walked in the mortal world for a few days in a daze before picking up a seriously injured fox on the ladder back to Penglai.He originally planned to ignore it and act as if he hadn't seen it, but after hearing its low whine, his heart couldn't get colder.Picking up the snow-white fox, I didn't want to understand its origin or why it was so seriously injured, so I hurriedly took it to Penglai Hall.

Yan'er, who went out to greet him, saw that he was hugging a blood-stained snow fox, and took it casually, bit her lip and told him about Mo Ling's visit to him in the past few days.Before dawn, the water-blue figure would be waiting outside the Penglai Hall with a jar of fragrant osmanthus wine.For a few days in a row, I was wearing thin clothes. I thought I couldn't bear the cold air and caught the wind and cold, so I didn't come today.

When he left last night, he was buried like a snowman by the flying snow. The naughty fairy thought he was piled up by someone, and put a bunch of candied haws in his hand.The excitement of dancing and dancing did not dissipate. Seeing Mo Ling moved and took a bite of the bunch of candied haws, he was so scared that he never dared to go out, always afraid that the snowman would eat him.

Qin Xiao hummed lightly, meaning that he knew, hugged the injured fox again, and waved her hand to signal Yan'er to back down.If he didn't send her there, he might have to talk to him about Mo Ling's affairs, and if he didn't listen to him or bother his heart, he shouldn't remember who Mo Ling was.

After simply treating the wound on the outside of the snow fox's fur, the fox impatiently used what little energy he had left to restore his human form.With white hair and white hair, Hu Yipu looked at Qin Xiao in a trance.He tried to open his mouth, a mouthful of sweet blood poured into his throat, turned his head slightly, and spit out the bright red blood.

Before the fox fainted, Qin Xiao probably heard a faint sound of wind, and before the word of wind, the fox seemed to be biting its lower lip with its upper teeth desperately, blowing out a trace of air.Qin Xiao imitated the mouth shape of the fox, and concluded that it was a character Fu, and when read together, it happened to be the name of the abbot fairy newly granted by the Emperor of Heaven not long ago, Fufeng.

Qin Xiao guessed that the fox must have mistakenly thought that Penglai was the abbot, so he reluctantly came here with his precarious body.He looked at the tear hemorrhoid in the left corner of Xuehu's left eye, and couldn't help feeling more compassion, and wrote a short letter to Abbot Xian.

I picked up an injured snow fox on the ladder, and there was a tear hemorrhoid under the corner of his left eye that seemed real or not, and he called Fufeng angrily. He thought he was looking for you. This person.

Fufeng's hand holding the letter trembled, and a thin layer of water mist accumulated in his dark pupils, which looked a little dark gray, and he unconsciously called that person's name, "Hua Sheng."

People who can't hide still come.A wave of thoughts swirled all over the place, Fufeng put down the letter in his hand, raised his head and let out a long sigh, he has been running away for nearly a thousand years, it's time to face it.With a flick of his sleeves, he went straight to Penglai.

Fufeng didn't expect Penglai to have such a heavy snowfall. After pushing open the door of Hua Sheng's residence, he suddenly sneezed and closed the door in a panic, fearing that a little noise he made would suddenly wake him up.

At that time, if Hua Sheng woke up, his tongue would be tied up and he would be unable to speak.Looking at the snow fluttering like falling flowers, my heart hurts a little, I owe him so much, can I exchange a sincere apology on my knees for his forgiveness?Impossible, after all, he did something unforgivable to Hua Sheng.Fufeng thought, and stepped back until he bumped into Qin Xiao's cold body.

His body was as cold as a piece of ice, and he also suffered from bursts of bone-chilling chills.

Although Mo Ling is an immortal dragon, occasionally he would feel unwell, because he slept in the middle of the day, and his mood deteriorated a lot.It stands to reason that at this time of day, he should be waiting devoutly outside the Penglai Hall, thinking of Qin Xiao's complicated expression of lukewarmness after seeing him when he came back, wanting to push him away but being reluctant.

But after thinking about it, if he came back at night, he happened to return to Dragon Palace at that time, wouldn't he miss it.Mo Ling slapped his forehead, scolded himself for being an idiot, and leaned back on his dragon couch like a corpse, to be precise, he fell back on the dragon couch heavily, and his old waist fell apart in a funny way.Admittedly, the mood was even worse.

If he could have thought about this matter earlier, instead of listening to his father and brothers and sisters in the palace urging him to let go, he might as well stay in Penglai day and night. It's also good.

Although he was upset by the well-meaning dragons, he admitted that his father and brothers and sisters were doing it for his own good.Even so, even if you can't understand his heart well, it's better than teaching him where there is no fragrant grass in the world, why hang on to that tree that doesn't understand the style, may it be lonely forever but refuses to bloom.

The second elder brother who wanted to join forces but was described by Mo Ling as full and uncomfortable, even told Mo Ling that he knew a daughter of some kind of fairy, who was beautiful and beautiful, and that was a born beauty.Mo Ling had seen her portrait, but she was not as respectful as she was when she treated Lao Longjun. He set fire to the painting, and made his second brother's face black, and later found that there was an eyebrow that Mo Ling had burned off.

His second brother looked at himself in the bronze mirror with a ruined beauty, and said angrily, "A dog biting Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart." Mo Ling snorted, "I am not a dog, and you are not Lu Dongbin, so your kind heart Who knows if it's bad?"

Seventh Sister frowned, "When did you talk so slyly?" She asked Mo Ling privately, what should he do if he can't remember you anymore and doesn't want to see you?Mo Ling smiled, and thoughtfully said that if the water is three thousand, he only takes the cold scoop to drink.If unfortunately the ladle leaked and couldn't hold it anymore, he would rather accept his fate than drink water from other places, unless he brought back that ladle again.

The lifeless janitor outside the Penglai Hall saw a place from far to near, Su Lan, who suspected that he would not come today, and waved to Mo Ling with joy, "Why did you come? Yes, you don't even know that he brought back a bloody fox."

"A fox covered in blood?" Mo Ling curiously bit a question mark at the end of the sentence?

"Yes, a wounded snow fox. His master is such a fairy. He is cold on the outside and hot on the inside. It seems difficult to get along with, but in fact he treats everyone equally." The gatekeeper who used to be as cold as his master The young servant seemed to be very familiar with Mo Ling, and put a palm on Mo Ling's shoulder, "I'm too lazy to report to the master, and I also know that he won't see you. Your Highness, why don't you just go back to the East China Sea and swagger?" Go in! Anyway, in the future, maybe one day, I will call you master."

The words reached Mo Ling's heart, and she happily walked with a three-pointed drunken pace, but she saw Qin Xiao, who was dancing in purple, hugging another person in the snow curtain, and her eyes were red with envy.Angrily, he rushed to the middle of the two, took another affectionate glance at Qin Xiao, and angrily glared at Fufeng, then hugged his altar of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and squatted in the corner in frustration, "Is he the reason why you want to forget me?"

Apparently, Mo Ling misunderstood, in terms of posture, it was not a hug, but an unexpected obstacle encountered by a person retreating backwards to escape from the past in his heart.At that time, Mo Ling only cared about being angry and only saw Fufeng leaning against Qin Xiao's arms, but didn't see that Qin Xiao's hand was always behind his back.

Fufeng felt that he had been caught up in a huge misunderstanding without thinking, and stared at Mo Ling's actions in a daze, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "Prince Ninth, you misunderstood, I..." After finishing speaking, Mo Ling saw the right moment, turned around and bit Fu Feng's hand on his shoulder.

Oh, he still bites!There are probably two meanings hidden in Fufeng's help-seeking eyes when he sees Qin Xiao, one is that he should find a chain to tie Mo Ling, and don't let it out to bite people everywhere.Second, don't put on that cold face that doesn't know how to smile, and stand aside with pity on your words, hurry up and help him out!

Qin Xiao staggered Fufeng's eyes asking for help, and Mo Ling's pitiful eyes, looked up at the slowly flying snow, gently brushed away the few clusters of falling white on her body, and looked towards the two people in the corner expressionlessly. Nodding, turning around with a smile slowly appearing, Ziyi walked away in a hurry.

Fufeng was treated like this by Qin Xiao, and he opened his mouth in a daze. His poor jaw almost dislocated due to surprise.Reluctantly, he hugged Mo Ling away with his paw, and felt that there was no one in the world who could watch a theater more seriously than Qin Xiao, who would not change his facial expressions when he was happy, angry, sad, and happy.

Unconvinced, Mo Ling hugged his altar of sweet-scented osmanthus and suffocated with Fufeng for a long time before calmly listening to what he had to say.The thing is like this, it's not like what the small-bellied person imagined, and the only person he has ever liked in this life is lying in the inner room.

Suddenly, Mo Ling bared her cheeky white teeth, hooked her shoulders and hugged Fufeng, and begged him to do her a little favor with a playful smile.Fufeng, who pretended to hold vengeance, put on the posture of a gentleman taking revenge for ten years, looked at the tortured finger one by one, and waved his hands, "No help!"

It took only one breath and one breath to speak out, so Fufeng changed his mind, "Ninth Prince, I will help, I will help..." In fact, Mo Ling did not use any good tactics to force him to submit, but just hugged Fufeng's waist around his neck. Rubbing his head back and forth, opening his mouth with a little Fengfeng, and closing his mouth with a little help.In such a cold day, he couldn't afford goosebumps.

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