Cloud painting

Chapter 202 Jedi Assassination (5)

Nagi Luan Qingli's glamorous face was full of heartache, "Don't save, resolutely don't save, the nymphomaniac was poisoned by this poison ten thousand years ago, he asked me for a drop of Luan bell flower condensate, and now he has been poisoned again, I’m so fucking XX! My fairy’s luan bell flower is so precious, it blooms one leaf in a thousand years, and one flower in ten thousand years. So far, only one of my luan bell flowers has grown completely, and now it’s still condensing , This is not my life!"

Hearing what he said, Jian Tanfeng's face became darker and darker: "You have no loyalty, Feng Yunhua is really careless in making friends."

Nagi Luan Qingli moved her lips, and a fairy in colorful gauze flew in: "Master Qingli, it's bad, it's bad, the luan bell flower in Gulan Lake has been picked!"

Nagi Luan Qingli jumped up in disbelief, grabbed the fairy and shook violently: "What are you talking about! My luan bell flower was picked? Who picked it? Which soul would dare to pick Lao Tzu's luan bell flower! "

The fairy was dizzy from being shaken: "My lord, it is a man in white clothes, blue eyes, and white hair"

Jian Tanfeng raised his eyebrows, his face was no longer dark, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile, extremely gloating: "Qing Li, look, this time the Lord Dijun didn't ask you for it, so he picked it up directly."

Nagi Luan Qingli threw the fairy away in anger, "Xiao Danfeng, you wait for me!" After saying that, the person disappeared.

The fairy who was thrown out finally flew up, Lord Qingli, I am so innocent.

Beside the blue lake, under the scorpion tree, North Lin Xuan Ye's pure white hair was unbuttoned behind his back like silk, and his pure and spotless sky blue eyes looked sadly at Feng Yunhua, who was still sleeping.

At this moment, Feng Yunhua's face was bloodless and extremely pale, as if a gust of wind would disappear without a trace.

Beilin Xuanye holds a colorful flower in his hand, it is colorful, and there are crushed flower bells under the petals, which is extremely beautiful.Very noble.

He pinched Feng Yunhua's chin lightly, and her mouth opened slightly. He put the luan bell flower on top of her mouth and shook it gently.

A beautiful bell sounded, and the luan bell flower exuded colorful and exquisite light, and a drop of water exuding colorful brilliance fell gently.

The lake water of the blue lake is naturally pure blue, sparkling with sparkles, and the rainbow is above the blue lake, reflecting the light of seven colors, which is so beautiful that it shines thousands of flowers.

The face illuminated by the seven-color light regained its ruddy aura.

On the surface of the blue lake, thousands of feet of blue water splashed suddenly, coming fiercely and imposingly.

"Dijun, you...you actually ruined my luan bell flower! I, I, Nagiluan Qingli, have never finished with you!" After saying that, Nagiluan Qingli raised her hand, and a thousand feet of water spray fell from the sky.

Xuan Ye's blue eyes flashed to the north, and he leapt forward, the white brilliance unfolded, and all the blue lake water fell back to the surface.

"Nonsense" Beilin Xuanye spat out with a cold face, landed, and walked back to Feng Yunhua's side.

Nagi Luan Qingli flew to the ground, furious: "Northern to Xuanye, you should know how precious the luan bell flower is. The prehistoric land, the three realms of immortals, gods and demons, the realm of ancient times, and even the people in the realm of nine heavens While coveting a drop of dew from the Luan bell flower, you actually—"

"Is it the flowers that are important, or the people?" Beilin Xuanye raised his eyes, his color as pale as water.

"I—" Nagiluan Qingli was speechless, "What's important, what she loves is you, not me." Nagiluan Qingli's eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Nagi Luan Qingli, ask yourself, what you really love is painting? Not—her" Beilin Xuanye pointed to the Luan bell flower that fell on the ground with his five slender fingers.

(End of this chapter)