Cloud painting

Chapter 203 Jedi Assassination (6)

Beilin Xuanye's eyes were as indifferent as water: "Think about it for yourself, how many thousands of years have been wasted, should you reflect on it?" After finishing the words, he hugged Feng Yunhua and walked forward with big strides.

The water in the blue lake is still bright and blue, and the celestial fruit on the celestial tree is in full bloom, emitting a long fluorescence.

Nagi Luan Qingli stood quietly, her expression was slightly cold, and she stared blankly ahead.

Under the Tianzhu tree, there seems to be a woman in colorful gauze, with a charming smile, and she is all over the country. She wears a seven-color exquisite chain on her hand.

She is the flower soul of the Luan bell flower, transformed into a spirit body in the shape of Fengyun Hua, with her own consciousness, her own feelings, and her own soul.

Nagiluan Qingli loves Xiaoluanling, and Xiaoluanling also loves Qingli, but Xiaoluanling is just the soul of a flower. When Xiaoluanling turns into a flower, the seven colors above the blue lake shine brightly.

Since then, Nagi Luan Qingli began to water and cultivate with heart. When Feng Yunhua was poisoned by the black rose flower, he would give dew. I don't know how many thousands of years, Nagi Luan Qingli can only remember the little things between him and Xiao Luanling only by looking at Feng Yunhua's face.

Nagi Luan Qingli withdrew her gaze, walked forward slowly, and picked up the Luan bell flower on the ground.

He looked at Luanlinghua, his eyes were depressed: "Little Luanling, where are you..."

In the Xue Linglong space not far away, Xue Ling sneezed heavily, who was thinking about her?

Xue Long walked up to Xue Ling: "Lingling, you don't catch a cold, do you?"

Xue Ling rolled her eyes: "How is it possible, I am Xue Linglong's ring spirit! I am not a human being, so I am not so easy to catch a cold."

The wind blows gently, as if God is saying something in a low voice.

Xuanye, facing the north, carried Feng Yunhua into the palace shrouded in fairy mist, the white gauze was shining brightly, and the fairy spirit was incomparable.

Beilin Xuanye gently kissed Feng Yunhua's forehead: "Your favorite white, nothing here has been touched by anyone else."

He placed the Fengyun painting horizontally on the bed, and the white sand fluttered in the wind around the palace. Under the white gauze, there were piles of pillars standing in the sky, the color of jade was crystal clear.There are white petals hanging in the sky, beautiful, beautiful, elegant and charming.

Feng Yunhua woke up, opened his eyes, and looked at it in confusion.

When Beilin Xuanye saw that she had woken up, he felt much relieved.

Feng Yunhua stood up and sat up, looking at him in surprise: "Why did the color of your eyes and hair change?"

Beilin Xuanye raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "Won't the painting's hair color and eye color also change?"

Feng Yunhua no longer struggled with this question, looked around, wondering: "Where is this?"

Looking at the palace from the north, Xuanye felt far away: "This... is Huaye Palace"

Hua Ye Hua Ye, Hua often calls himself Master Hua, so this master sounds the same as Ye.

"Hua Ye..." Feng Yunhua's mouth twitched, "You're calling these boring names again."

Beilin Xuanye suddenly smiled meaningfully, and smiled at her with pure blue eyes: "I didn't choose this name."

"Who is that?" Feng Yunhua was puzzled, who else could be besides him.

Beilin Xuanye smiled lightly: "It was written by a stunning woman."

"Who is that woman?" Feng Yunhua's palms tightened.

Beilin Xuanye looked at her, and suddenly chuckled, "Don't worry."

——Nagi (zhi third tone) Luan (luan fourth tone)
(End of this chapter)