Xianjun, your peach blossoms are so sweet

Chapter 22 Who is not a fairy anymore?

"This this…"

Qian Siyu bowed his head guiltily, his eyes wandering.

Who...who still looks at the road when flying?
The ancestors said that the Dapeng spread its wings for ninety thousand miles, and their Baihe clan and the Dapeng clan are close relatives.

In the blink of an eye, the speed is tens of thousands of miles, and the changes in the surrounding environment are not noticed at all.

Seeing his hesitation, Jiaoqiao ground her teeth, "If you can't find your way back later, I'll wring your head off."

Qian Siyu sneered, "Cough... girls, you have to be gentle and virtuous to be likable..."

Before he finished speaking, he received a threatening look, "You mean... I'm not gentle enough?"

He straightened his face, and said in an instant: "No, no, no, how is this possible, Xiao Taohua, I mean you are lively and cute."

"It's almost there."

Jiaoqiao glanced at him, then suddenly sighed while resting her chin, "I miss my Ke Ke, and I don't know if anyone in the swordsmanship department bullied her."

"Swordsmanship?"

Qian Siyu walked over slowly, with a trace of surprise in his eyes, "The swordsmanship department focuses on the supreme killing technique, and it can be called the number one department in Shanhai Academy. Your friend has such talent?"

Jiaoqiao was in a good mood, and she snorted triumphantly: "Of course, my family Ke Ke is very talented, how can you, a little white crane, compare?"

Qian Siyu's face turned green with anger, can he still speak properly?

"Gulu Gulu..." Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded.

When he rolled his eyes, he suddenly laughed strangely, "You little girl is also shy sometimes?"

The little girl in the peach red dress was rarely embarrassed, and her fair face was a little pink, red all the way from her neck to the tips of her ears.

Just as he was talking, a crisp voice sounded from his stomach, "Gulu Gulu..."

Qian Siyu's face froze.

Jiaoqiao glanced at him angrily, and said contemptuously: "Aren't you hungry, and you still have the face to criticize me?"

He fell silent immediately, and walked to the bottom of the tree silently, covering his head with his wings, like an ostrich.

"Grumbling..."

"Grumbling..."

After a while, two clear voices came from different directions.

The two raised their heads, looked at each other, and reached a consensus in an instant.

Jiaoqiao [shake hands] Qian Siyu.

"I'm going to catch a pheasant!"

"I'm going to collect firewood!"

"Wait a moment."

Qian Siyu turned his head to look at her, with a strange expression on his face, "Aren't you a peach blossom? Just take out a little body, isn't it enough?"

The corners of Jiaoqiao's mouth froze, she gritted her teeth and asked back: "Then you are still a bird, why don't you roast yourself?"

Qian Siyu: "..."

Thinking about it this way, there seems to be nothing wrong with it?
A peach blossom and a white crane are indeed a dish together.

He folded his wings resentfully, and flew into the forest.

Jiaoqiao snorted softly, and went to the forest to pick up firewood.

The vegetation is lush, shaded by the trees, and there is no sunlight. Being in it, there is a cool and quiet atmosphere.

Jiaoqiao squatted under a big tree, carefully picking up dead branches on the ground.

Suddenly, a branch behind her poked her.

Without turning her head, she waved her hands impatiently, "Go away! Don't you see that I'm busy?"

The branch froze, and then a sinister voice sounded: "Hey, little girl with thin skin and tender flesh, let me eat you."

Leprechaun?

Jiaoqiao thought for a while, then turned around curiously.

It was a big tree behind her that made the sound. A human face appeared on the tree, and the branches kept gushing out. With the airtight environment, there was a bit of a gloomy atmosphere.

Her face froze, all previous expectations were gone, and she said with disgust: "It's so ugly!"

The big tree froze for a moment, seemed to be angry, the leaves shook desperately, and said in a sinister voice on purpose: "Look clearly, I'm a goblin!"

Jiaoqiao waved her hands angrily, lowered her head and continued to pick up dead branches, "Cut, who is not a fairy anymore?"

　Thank you, little fairy Mu Xin, for the confession balloon
　　
　
(End of this chapter)