The first lazy concubine in the world: tyrant He Qijia

Chapter 104 Entering the Painting: Naihe [02]

But in Qin Zhuiyi's eyes, there was only that table of meals that hadn't changed.

Seeing the table of food, she opened her mouth and rushed towards it.

The white fox didn't want to stop her, lest she rub himself all over the place.

Because of the unhappiness in his heart, even though he was thinking about that table meal, he still didn't want to get close to it. He raised his head and looked at Nai He standing on the top of the mountain combing his feathers with displeasure.

However, Naihe concentrated on combing its feathers, the white feathers were covered with water mist from the waterfall, and the feathers covered with water mist glowed beautifully in the sun, making it look more noble... If there were no three feathers on the top of the head The words of the green hair.

The white fox could tell that its expression was not relaxed, and that it would suddenly release such powerful energy, what consequences would it cause in this continent where martial arts are revered.

It must know that there are reasons for doing so.

In fact, from the first glance, it knew that this guy was a person with a story, and that story was no easier than the past that the white fox carried.

The white fox saw Naihe spread his wings and fly past Qin Zhuiyi. Although it was only a moment, the white fox still saw the firmness in its eyes.

I swear to protect that foodie girl.

It flew down from the top of the mountain, turned into a little chicken in the air, and landed on top of Qin Zhuiyi's head. Its round body matched the back of her head very well.

One person, one bird, standing together, the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Because Qin Zhuiyi was busy eating, her head didn't hear it, so it rolled around on top of her head...

It waited until Qin Zhuiyi cleaned up the table before it opened its mouth happily.

"I ate about three tables before, and you were satisfied with one table. It's a miracle."

"Well, it's okay." Qin Zhuiyi wiped his mouth and sat back on the chair comfortably.

The white fox didn't want to leave, so he jumped onto the chair next to her. The little chicken still didn't look at it, so it was acquiescing to its existence, right?

After eating and drinking enough, another big show is a happy life.

So a good show was staged.

Qin Zhuiyi was dangling on the wooden chair, the mountains and water in front of him suddenly changed and turned into a battlefield.

The battlefield is different from the battlefield in her memory. There are no guns and cannons. It is a world of fighting skills. The only thing that is the same is the desperate roar of people when they are dying.

Amidst these screams, there was a woman who was very calm. She rode a white phoenix across the battlefield.

Holding a long sword in her hand, she slashed at people, one move after another, neatly.

In the end, her expression was still calm, but the white phoenix had long lost its original color, and her body was covered with blood, some of which belonged to others, and some of hers.

The phoenix lost all strength and fell heavily to the ground. She stuck to its ear, said a word of thanks softly, and then charged into the crowd with a long sword.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth spun, the ground cracked, and there was hot magma under the feet.

Within a day, the homeland became a battlefield, and now it has become like this again.

The woman's expression was no longer calm, she stabbed the long sword on the ground, and jumped off the magma with her bare hands.

A few seconds later, she jumped out of the magma, the skin on her body was burned by the magma, but there was no expression on her face, she raised her foot and kicked the person she pulled out of the magma into the air, and then She raised her sword and stabbed at the man again.

A majestic golden phoenix was engraved on the long sword glowing with silver light. At that moment, the phoenix turned red and separated from the sword to wrap around the man.

The magma on the man's body was dripping, gradually returning to his original appearance, but there was no pain on that face.

(End of this chapter)