Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

Martial uncle, can you stop subverting the Three Outlooks like this? At this moment, why didn't anyone stop her? Fengxi looks up and sighs. It's a pity that the stuck tea is still there. She has no chance to speak at all.

Every time the man in white in his dream, although he never saw his face clearly, he firmly occupied a corner of her heart.

But Uncle Yunjin is all the people she loves when she is young.

Originally thought that do not meet will not miss, do not meet will not miss, now it seems, all bullshit.

Lord Tangfeng was sold by her little daughter under the GuiGui of all eyes!!!

Are you kidding? It's just natural. Fengxi has no words in his heart. What about Tianlei? Tianlei, where have you been

At the moment, the sky is clear and the clouds are drifting slowly.

Martial uncle, what's the matter with your shallow smile?

Fengwennuan, you are a heartless son. If you want to find Meinan's father, you don't need to sell your mother, do you?

The little girl took the beautiful man's father's jade hand, and looked at Fengxi provocatively: tell you to look for my father, where do you have my girl's eyes!

Here Phoenix Xi good half ring just in cloud sincerely gentle under caress slowly come over, this just discover, two cups of tea, two seats, clear calculate good, she come back!

"The wind is warm. Do you really want to stay on the top of juechen?" Feng Xi tried to speak in a calm tone.

The little girl took Bai Piao Piao's fall, and her face affirmed: "of course, Nuan Nuan wants to be with a beautiful man. Xianzun and his father are together

Cloud sincerely not language, quietly looking at two people, slender fingertips skilled tie up warm messy long hair.

This also very easy, Feng Xi in the heart dark sigh, complexion as usual, light way: "then you stay in juechen mountain!"

"Mother, don't you stay?" The little girl suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the plot development. She rushed to Fengxi and pulled her sleeve to shake and shake. Her eyes were full of tears: "mother, don't you want to be warm?"

Feng Xi squatted down and looked her in the eye: "since you've set up the master, you should be obedient. If you don't like Uncle longzhe, you don't have to call his father in the future. It's good to stay in juechen mountain for a while!"

Xiaowennuan obviously can't accept that she was left behind by her mother. She was dazed and speechless.

"Thank you very much Fengxi apologizes to yunjinxianzun with a smile. He seems to have turned into a flash of light and disappeared on feixiantai.

The dark curtain is light and the moon is clear.

Upset Fengxi, randomly pulling the poor rose petals, fragmentary ground

It used to be the most effective way, but now it doesn't have any effect on relieving Qi at all. On the contrary, it's getting more and more depressed.

The ghost took out the hundred flower umbrella which had been silent for a long time in the hundred treasure bag. Holding the handle of the umbrella, it was cherished from the tassel to the top of the umbrella. It caressed slowly. The warm and cool touch of the fingertip was still like that person.

At that time, the warmth was still there, but it was easy to cast away the time.

Today, Fengxi is the head of the ancient Protoss, dressed in a variety of colors, just to see the mood.

And this umbrella is just a child's mentality of all things, compared with those real treasures, but she has been treasured as a treasure for so many years.

Even now, she has never forgotten how happy she was when she got the umbrella and was covered with white and bright yellow under the gentle gaze of her martial uncle.

This joy has never been known or understood by others.

In this long hundred years, Fengxi also sighed in the lonely Moonlight: if she is still the useless little fairy, she can always be with the martial uncle!

At the corner of his eyes, there was a white dress walking slowly. The step was very light and steady. It just stopped one step away. Fengxi's eyes were so twinkling, but soon it was clear. When he opened his mouth, he was a little puzzled: "Qingge, how did you come back..."

The umbrella in my hand was hidden in the treasure bag for a moment. I just remember some things. It's superfluous for others to mention more.

Feng Xi's speed is extremely fast, but some guilty pretends to count the petals on the ground, and takes the sample seriously.

Although, she didn't know when, she pulled so many petals on the ground. After all, she hurt the living beings in vain and was seen by others. She really lost the identity of Phoenix master.

However, today's "fengqingge" is quite different. Her white dress is so elegant and spotless that she looks like yunjinxianzun. She is so restless that she almost walks away.

If it wasn't for the fact that there were very few men in the Imperial Palace, just like Feng Qingge, there were very few people who thought etiquette was more important than life. When they were close to her, they always kept that step away. Feng Xi couldn't be so sure that it was him.

Xu is because of her marriage with long zhe suddenly, before also intended to borrow an excuse to open light song, did not think he came back at this time, to let her do not know what to say.

So, Feng Xi's head has been staring at the ground, half a point did not raise the meaning.

After all, she owes him something in the past few hundred years.

The scene of feixiantai was always a little hard to accept. At the moment, Fengxi was still a little bit of a god floating in the sky: it was clearly the most noble and cold martial uncle in her heart. Why did she become a loving father and daughter when facing the warmth?

Even in those days, when she was closest to her martial uncle, she didn't feel as warm as he did.

The visitor did not speak, quietly handed a small bottle of manna to her, Fengxi side is thinking a little irritable, want to also did not want to take, manna into the throat, ice cold, let a person for the moment a lot of Qingming.

Good thing! I didn't expect that Feng Qingge was hiding such a good thing. Feng Xi was just about to open his mouth, and now the middle finger of his right hand vaguely felt the crisp touch.

That's it. It's the "psychic finger" that hasn't moved for three hundred years. Feng Xi looks up fiercely, and her beautiful eyes open slightly: "master, martial uncle!"

The dew bottle in his hand fell off silently, but it fell steadily in Yunjin's hand at the next moment. At the moment, his mouth was smiling, his eyebrows and eyes gently called: "Xi'er!"

"It's getting late, master... How could xianzun be in the imperial palace?" Feng Xi Meng gets up, after seeing the person in front of her, covers the confusion between her eyes and finds a topic.

Really dizzy, she forgot that Feng Qingge would never wear such white clothes.

Cloud sincerely looking at her, the eye color is printed by the dark night slightly deep a few minutes: "today you leave so suddenly, warm may think you are not happy, she makes her own opinion, all day long is very uneasy, entrust this Zun to talk with you!"

It's true that I'm not happy, but if I want to talk with her, why does this topic feel so strange?