Third Master, your painting style is crooked again

Chapter 153 Qing is Three Years Old

On the plane, Yuan Feiqian stared at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window without taking his eyes off it.

The little tortoise also lay down by the window and looked outside, sighing: "I never thought you mortals would be able to ride clouds like this."

Yuan Feiqian said: "There are so many things you can't think of."

The little turtle snorted: "Then what are you looking at? You've been looking at it for a long time."

Yuan Feiqian pointed to the continuous clouds outside the window and said, "Does this look like a super big cotton candy?"

"What is marshmallow?" The little turtle immediately asked, "Is it delicious? Is it sweet?"

"..." Yuan Feiqian looked at the little turtle and asked, "I didn't take you to eat?"

"No!" said the little turtle, "Is it better than cake?"

Yuan Feiqian thought seriously: "Well, it's sweeter than cake, but it's actually more about the pleasure of eating it. It's like cotton."

The little turtle looked forward to it infinitely: "When the time comes, take me to eat!"

"Okay," Yuan Feiqian responded, and then heard a sneer: "I haven't eaten cotton candy, what kind of fairy?"

The little tortoise was taken aback, then immediately turned to look over, and said viciously, "I am not a goblin! I am an immortal! You are already in the class of immortals! You stupid mortal! A villain with little knowledge!"

Qing Yishen sneered: "No matter how loud you are, you are still a turtle spirit."

"My uncle is not a turtle! It's a tortoise! ​​A tortoise!" The little tortoise was angry: "You vulgar mortal! You don't know anything and are still talking nonsense here! When my mana recovers, you will feel better!"

Qing Yishen narrowed his eyes slightly with coldness, and suddenly said: "How did you get on the plane? This is where people sit."

"My uncle can come up if he has the ability!" The mung bean eyes of the little turtle are full of complacency, full of the pride of "what can you do to me".

Qing Yishen looked at the little turtle for two seconds, then suddenly turned her head and raised her hand to the stewardess not far away.

The flight attendant immediately came over with a smile on her face, and asked respectfully and politely, "Sir, what do you need?"

Qing Yishen said, "Can there be animals on your plane?"

The little tortoise, shaking its head, stopped for an instant.

The stewardess smiled politely: "Sir, you are joking, animals cannot be here."

She looked up and saw Yuan Feiqian holding the little turtle and putting it in her pocket, her expression changed: "Miss! No animals can appear here, and neither can the turtle!"

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Feiqian was surprised and sincere in his eyes: "Are you talking about this turtle? This is my newly bought simulation toy, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Turtle and Immortal series. You must be familiar with it, right?"

The flight attendant looked at the little tortoise in Yuan Feiqian's hand, saw that it was lifelike but did not move, and praised herself for being knowledgeable, and said with a smile: "This imitation toy is really well-made, and it looks very real!"

"Yeah, that's what I like, it's so cute." She said, putting the little turtle into her pocket.

When the stewardess left, she stared at Qing Yishen fiercely, and couldn't help but sigh: "Third Master, you are in your twenties anyway, can you stop being as knowledgeable as a tortoise?"

Why do you feel that this little third master has become childish?

Qing Yishen said with aggrieved face, "Qianqian, I don't have one."

"It's all reported, and you still say no?" Yuan Feiqian looked out the window speechlessly, then glanced at Qing Yishen again, and said directly: "I think it's really inappropriate to call you Third Master Qing."

"Then what is appropriate to call?" Qing Yishen's eyes lit up: "Brother Shen?"

"No," Yuan Feiqian shook his fingers with a serious expression, "It's most suitable for you to be three years old!"

　[Happy weekend, little public servants! (3[▓▓]Good night]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)