Immortal Immortal: Uncle, please give me a hug

She saw that in the welcoming team tens of feet away from the city gate, she was dressed in a happy attire, standing at the forefront with outstanding demeanor, forcibly overwhelming the demeanor of a group of welcoming envoys behind her.

Yun Jin stood with his hands behind his back, looking calmly at the front, the hustle and bustle of the world was so close to him at that moment.

He should be waiting for his rookie.

The wetness in Feng Qinghua's eyes permeated unknowingly, and there was nothing else that could make the sense of alienation from this fairy boy dissipate.

It was wishful thinking that she tried so hard to get closer to him.

The fragrance of petals flying all over the sky, that beautiful face was helped down from the sedan chair, and Tingting walked towards her Qingzhi step by step gracefully.

The gorgeous woman in red lowered her head and smiled shyly.

When Yun Jin stretched out his jade-like palm towards the woman, Feng Qinghua's breathing stopped, and the tears in her eyes couldn't be kept anymore, and burst out of her eyes.

In the increasingly blurred vision, all the warmth that those hands had given her was stolen from others by her.

Hehe, everyone in the city is envious of such a talented woman.

Then what is she?

With her plain white dress, long hair fluttering in the wind, and that cheek without a trace of blood, at this moment she is like a wandering soul with nowhere to go.

It turned out that everything had nothing to do with her, but nothing to do with her alone.

Feng Yanqing stretched out her palm, took the glistening Phoenix tears, smiled slightly, showing a satisfied expression.

There was no gleam of light in the dull eyes, Feng Qinghua felt her chest twitch violently, as if something had been forcefully dug out.

Yin Hong's blood slowly oozes from the snow-white skirt.

It looks like a red plum blooming in the snow, but the shape of the flower gradually expands, making it even more shocking.

"A heartless phoenix can still bleed, the catastrophe is approaching, for the sake of your phoenix tears, I will give you a ride!

A strange fiery cloud ignited in the sky, and in a vast white cloud, it was so magnificent that people couldn't help admiring it.

Feng Yanqing looked up at the sky before leaving, as if she felt sorry for her, she threw Wufeng sword to her.

"If you don't have the chance to be reborn from Nirvana, it's better to leave Yun Jin with a regret that can't be erased forever!"

After speaking, Feng Yanqing disappeared on the high platform.

The Huoshaoyun in the sky was breathtakingly beautiful, Feng Qinghua held the Wufeng sword in his hand, facing the howling wind above the high platform, the rolled sleeves slowly approached the front edge.

"Three imperial concubines!"

"Look quickly, is the one on the tower the third imperial concubine!"

A sharp-eyed person under the city saw her and quickly shouted.

The young master raised his eyes, his handsome face turned pale, and without even thinking about it, he shook off the woman who was leading him, and rushed to the bottom of the tower across the layers.

She smiled slightly at him, slowly drew out her sharp long sword, and put it on her snow-white neck.

At this moment, she suddenly felt that what Feng Yanqing said was right, Yun Jin's big wedding must be unforgettable forever.

"Qinghua, put down your sword quickly, Feng Qinghua." The young master Jin, whose eyes were red from the bottom of the tower, shouted hoarsely and had no image at all, and rushed to the tower like crazy.

"Qingzhi, every time I meet, I feel that I must have met you, but you never remember me. Wishful thinking is too tiring, really tiring. So this time, I will forget it before you. "

Such a way of dying would be very painful!

Maybe it won't happen if you're happy, Feng Qinghua thought so, the silver light in his hand flashed across the snowy neck, and the blood spread rapidly.

"Don't..." The male voice that originally invited Yue was now hoarse, with a hint of despair and panic.

After all, he was still late, Yun Jin looked at that stunning face, tears fell silently.

With a bang, the Wufeng Sword fell to the ground.

Feng Qinghua's blood stained his white clothes red, and the fire from the sky rushed to him.

It turned out that being burned was so painful, she looked at Yun Jin who was dragged by several people but just stood quietly, and smiled beautifully.

The first time she saw him cry, it hurt her heart.

Her Qingzhi is still the best when she looks like a cold banged fairy!

The catastrophe came, and the flames surged.

In an instant, the thin body ignited a flame of more than [-] feet, and countless birds came from all directions, rushing into the sea of ​​flames one after another, screaming and weeping blood, reflecting the clouds in the sky like the morning glow!

The cinnabar dotted on the bronze mirror facing the mirror is originally the flower of the emperor of the Tian family.

A few phoenix feathers palm a thousand kills, and the sword dances and the breeze lives in someone's house.

At a glance, Gu Jun misses his age, and half of the country is married to him.

The golden phoenix of nine days has no time to cry, and the three lives are obsessed with one thought.

That man named Qingzhi, who had missed her all her life, and gave him a parting glance, has become a myth in the legends of many generations.

But for Yu Fengxi, it was just a big dream in this world of mortals.

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I forget the world in a thousand turns.

……

300 years later, Beiyu Chaohuang Palace.

The afterglow of the setting sun enveloped the white jade-like side face on the green wood table, and the folds piled up like hills blocked a lot of residual heat for her.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, Xiong Wang, Peng Niao, and Fairy Hua Ling are here again." The colorful little sparrows hovered in the sky for a while, and the people on the shore rubbed their eyes.

A group of embarrassed creatures that his mother could not recognize had already arrived in front of Feng Xi's eyes, one head and two big at once.

A bear with long hair standing straight up all over its body, with a unique shape, drew circles in front of her, and growled aggrievedly: "The old bear still wants to marry a wife, the image that has been destroyed twice in three days , I was making an appointment when a gust of wind blew over from the little goddess, and the mother bear was scared away!"

A "flower" with only a flower stem left was crying around Feng Xi: "Your Highness, a fairy position that the little fairy cultivated for thousands of years is now blown to half of her body by a gust of wind by your little goddess." If you destroy it, you will be solely responsible for it!"

A large turkey that is bald and can count how many feathers are left with your fingers. Is this a roc?

This is the rhythm of crying, Feng Xi rubbed her forehead, and quickly stood up from the pile of books: "I'm really sorry, Chaohuang Palace will definitely double the compensation for the losses you suffered today, Nuan Nuan is young I'm not sensible, please forgive me!"

There was a smile on her beautiful face, and she was very familiar with doing this.

Bear King scratched his head in embarrassment, and said, "We didn't come here to compensate Chaohuang Palace, it's just that this Nuannuan little goddess is really..."

"I have three 'Rejuvenation Pills' that Laojun just refined!" Feng Qingge, who appeared from the air, flicked his sleeves, and three Golden Rejuvenation Pills floated in mid-air.

"Rejuvenation Pill!" Several mouths opened slightly in surprise at the same time.

Feng Qingge's face was cold, her phoenix eyes swept over there, they almost didn't even refuse, the golden core melted instantly in the waiting room, it was simple, rough and fast...

"Forget it, let's go, let's go." Several complainers who gradually turned into normal human figures exchanged small glances, and disappeared in a flash.

"Qingge, look at your face, it can be used as Yan Luo Ling!" Feng Xi smiled happily, and stretched out two fingers with great interest to pull the corner of the mouth of the paralyzed man at an upward angle.

Feng Qingge had no choice but to let her handle it, but her eyes softened unknowingly: "The young master is about to take over the Feng clan, if you have the style of a king, why waste your time with these little fairies and little kings!"

Feng Xi went back to the shore and flipped through a few pages, and suddenly asked him, "Speaking of which, did you let Nuan Nuan go out and cause trouble this time?"

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