Purple Qi Donglai

"Fenghuang, why haven't you seen your family really following you recently?" Jing Qiong said softly, waving the folding fan in her hand.

"He has something to do recently, something to do." Zheyan glanced at Jingqiong and then said, with embarrassment and embarrassment in his tone.

Suddenly Jing Qiong caught a glimpse of a red light falling slowly from the sky above, isn't that just Feng Jiu?

A black iron fan was swung into the air, and the huge fan surface gradually unfolded until it firmly caught the red light and shadow,

Jingqiong and Zheyan rushed to the folding fan, and Zheyan's hand rested on Fengjiu's wrist immediately. The pale yellow light also followed the veins on the wrist, and her face gradually changed from pale to rosy. The temperature is not as cold as before, gradually increasing the temperature, slowly heating up,

"What's wrong with her?" Jing Qiong asked softly, her eyes full of doubts

Zheyan sighed, and didn't let go of her hand until she felt a warm feeling between her fingers.

"Xiao Jiu is too emotionally hurt, and the love of the world is too deep." Zheyan lifted the sleeves that covered the back of his hands, and then said with his hands behind his back,

"If this is the case, the second life will be full of hardships and rewards." The warm voice came from Zheyan's ears, and the expression in his eyes also showed a little bit of surprise.

"It's all hard work? What does Jing Qiong say?" Zheyan looked at Jing Qiong, but saw him take a few steps forward, then turned around, staring straight into his own eyes, in his deep eyes Zhong Zheyan captured a bright,

Jing Qiong patted her forehead slightly, and gave Zheyan a resentful white look, with disgust in her expression,

"Sure enough, you can only be your family's real sufferer. If someone else would have already returned to the Nine Heavens," Jing Qiong said faintly, with a hint of ridicule and playfulness in her tone.

"The second immortal soul of Donghua is about to descend to the Qingshan Temple. Although he has retired from the position of the co-lord of heaven and earth, he has been obsessed with Buddhist scriptures every day in Taichen Palace for hundreds of thousands of years. He has read few Buddhist scriptures. It is said that there are tens of thousands of volumes, if according to your opinion, where do you think his fairy soul will be possessed?"

"It's just a pity that in the Buddhist family, love, hatred, anger, and ignorance have disappeared, and they have melted into my heart, and there will be no emotions or desires." Jingqiong glanced at the black iron fan, but did not catch a glimpse of her, and then turned towards the black iron fan. Looking into the bushes in the distance, he caught a glimpse of a red fox tail.

Zheyan frowned slightly, suddenly remembered something, nodded and smiled,

"Miao, Miao, Jingqiong, how do you know so much?" Zheyan patted Jingqiong on the shoulder, and asked with a smile, how did he know things that he didn't even know?

Jing Qiong went around behind Zheyan, turned Zheyan's shoulder, and saw that there was no one on the huge folding fan.

"She heard it when she just woke up. Qingqiu Nine-Tails has very good hearing, Fenghuang, I'm afraid you are destined to be planted by Bai Zhen in this life," the huge black iron fan gradually glowed with a faint blue light. Shrunk, and was immediately held in Jing Qiong's hand, then opened, and walked backwards with a slight shake,

The breeze was blowing on his face, the folding fan was gently brushing on his chest, and the blue hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks was also lifted by the breeze, the smile on his face was gone for a moment, and then there was a trace of bitterness at the corner of his mouth ,

If only she was as affectionate as she is, the fate between him and her would not be broken so early. After all, it was too late to meet her, even if he didn't linger in the mortal world for a long time. The two are also doomed to have no fate.

There is only one name difference between Donghua and Fengjiu. After all, there is a Milky Way between him and her. Although they are close at hand, they cannot be crossed.

The slender joints tightened the fan slightly, and then put the fan at the waist, and the white figure gradually melted into the breeze, turning into a white smoke and floating towards the sky.