The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

   Chapter 2003 Prince Betrothed

  The voice of the monk in white is very nice, like the jade broken in Kunshan, and like the wind blowing the bamboo forest.

   And the clear and clear tone made the little fox feel more and more like her cheap, cheap senior brother.

   It's just that although her cheap senior brother Feng Yemo has a nice voice, he always speaks and does things in a condescending tone.

  …

   was also discovered, and the little fox also showed its prototype generously, and smiled at the monk in white.

   "If the immortal friend wants that soul, it's not impossible, but please answer a question from Xiaoxian."

   "I wonder if you knew Feng Qing, the young master of the Feng clan, before you became a monk?"

"Xiaoxian once caught a glimpse of the young master of the Feng clan many years ago. She thought that Feng Yemo was an unparalleled figure in the world. ."

  “…”

   As soon as the little fox finished speaking, the young man in a plain robe fell silent for a moment.

The other party folded his hands slightly, and glanced at the little fox with great compassion. It was obvious that his eyes were covered with white silk, but that glance made people feel that he could "see" the little fox with the naked eye without the power of consciousness. fox.

   "Let the immortal friends laugh. The poor monk is Feng Qing. It's just the name of the young master of the Feng clan. I also ask the immortal friends not to mention it again.

  “…”

   Seeing that the person in front of him took the initiative to admit that he was Feng Qing, the little fox's eyes instantly widened.

   "Senior brother, it's really you? I haven't seen you for so many years, how did you become like this? Why did you choose to lose your hair and become a monk? What's wrong with your eyes?!"

   Apart from her face, she is still very good-looking, but her temperament and clothes are completely different from the sultry and narcissistic phoenix in her memory!

  …

   Before the little fox's words were finished, Feng Yemo, who had a calm face before, was instantly shocked.

   The young monk raised his head stiffly, almost thinking he was hallucinating.

   He once injured his eyes because of some things. Although he was not completely blind, he could only vaguely see a slender figure in front of him.

  How he looks, how old, how he wears, but he can't see at all.

   But in this world, there is only one person in the world who will call him brother.

   That little fox who got out of his way.

  …

  Feng Yemo couldn't keep calm, and subconsciously stretched out his trembling hand and grabbed the little fox's arm.

   "Junior sister, are you still alive? Are you still alive?!"

   His pale thin lips trembled slightly, disregarding his manners, and even tore off the chaotic black silk that was used to protect the pair of peach blossom eyes, just to make the appearance of the person in front of him clearer.

  But even so, there was only a shadowy silhouette in front of him.

   The monk's long eyelashes trembled for a while, and the focus was a little dazed, but even so, it didn't detract from his graceful appearance, on the contrary, people sighed plainly that the good things in the world are not strong, and the colorful clouds are easy to disperse and the glass is brittle.

  …

  Feng Yemo used so much force that she almost pinched the little fox's flesh to red. Su Qinghuan wanted to complain, but when she saw two lines of tears welling in the eyes of her cheap senior brother Taohua, she was so frightened that she almost fell silent.

   Has she ever seen the mighty young master of the Feng family cry before?

  The little fox was stunned, and she was a little cold and weak, and she was the worst at comforting people, and she stuttered a little when she spoke.

   "Senior Brother Yemo, are you alright?! Don't scare me, am I living a good life? Don't cry."

   Feng Yemo, who was wearing a white monk's robe, had red eyes, and hugged the little fox firmly in his arms. He felt the real temperature of the person in his arms, and he slowly let go.

   Feng Yemo took out a pure white plain cloth and wiped his tears, then took a step back and smiled apologetically at the little fox.

   "Sorry, I made my junior sister laugh, but if I hadn't seen you at the bottom of Guixu today, I'm afraid the people in the 33rd Heaven will think you're dead."

   "Do you know what day is today?"

   "What day?"

   The little fox stared at Feng Yemo dazedly, originally wanting to continue to ask him why he became the way he is now, but when she saw the sneer on her brother's lips, she suddenly noticed something unusual.

   As expected, Feng Yemo slowly opened his lips, his voice mocking and cold.

   "Today is the day that Jiuzhongtian engaged the goddess of Yaoshan."

"Junior sister, he used to be your fiancé-in-law, and he has a grudge against you, but now that the immortal and demon war is imminent, he is a dignified prince of the Heavenly Clan. "

  “…”

   When the little fox heard the words, his expression instantly became solemn.

   She gradually clenched her palms.

   "It has nothing to do with me who he is married to, just his life, I will take it!"

   (end of this chapter)