Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

"No. No The little girl's tears come like a tide. Fengxi is helpless to calm her down, but she is in a state of confusion.

He was her martial uncle, the one she looked up to. Suddenly, he became so accessible that he was not real.

"Not because 300 years ago!"

"That's because of the warmth?"

She just doesn't believe him? Yunjin passed the old dragon king and approached her. Mo Tong was as deep as you Tan: "Xi'er, I like you, which is different from all things, different from any one person or thing. I still can't understand what love is. I only know that I will be happy because of your joy and worry because of your worry. I don't want to have any more regrets and I don't want you to leave."

Maybe it's a dream again!

Her martial uncle has never been shallow, happy, angry invisible, how can say such a hegemonic words.

In the heart actually has the infinite move to spread, how to do? Such a beautiful dream, she did not want to wake up!

"Xier." The male voice is clear and moist, which can bring her back to reality. "I miss you every time. I hope this time is not too late!"

His jade like palm is close at hand, only one step away, she will be able to go to the long-standing warm spring.

Everyone has forgotten the original intention of coming here. Now on the windward stage, the beautiful man's eyes are warm, and the beautiful woman's green silk is like ink, white clothes and red clothes. A hundred years of time has passed, but he still has a deep feeling at that time.

"Qingzhi." She called out like a ghost, and put the soft pancreas in his palm unconsciously.

He was the distant moonlight in her heart. When she first saw him, she was confused by his beauty and could not see each other.

The two hands touch each other. Yun Jin's eyebrows and eyes gently take her into his arms and feel her slightly trembling body. A little kiss falls on her forehead. Through the storm of Sansheng, she will not be obsessed for the rest of her life.

She is a cinnabar mole that can't be erased from his heart. When I first met her, I suddenly didn't realize it. When I look back, Acacia has already worn my heart.

His embrace was warm as before. Fengxi didn't dare to recall the tenderness he had given her many years ago. It was hard to find her in the world.

"Uncle longzhe, I'm sorry. Wennuan has found xianzun's father, so uncle longzhe will always be an uncle!" The little girl didn't know when she wiped away her tears. Now she was smiling at longzhe: "in fact, my uncle Qingge is good. How about you get together?"

The old dragon king was so dark that he almost passed out. The mother and daughter must have been born to conquer him.

No wonder the former Phoenix master didn't appear on such an occasion. I must have expected such a scene for a long time.

Think of this old dragon king gas straight shudder, this time the South China Sea Dragon is really a shame!

"Dragon King, I'm sorry!" Yun Jin nodded to him, and there was not much apology.

With Fengxi in one hand and Nuan in the other hand, the red and white clothes crisscross and linger under the eyes of the immortals, and they leave.

Ask the world, what is love?

Who would have thought that Yun Jinxian Zun, who loved the world all the time, was just a fool trapped by love.

Two streamers across the sky, can't see the good play of lotus ink wrinkled eyebrows, a face of small dislike comfort the poor Bridegroom: "Little Dragon don't be sad, I told you earlier that Xiao Fengxi likes pure white, but you are a little cyan, in how white, also will fade, this good, abandoned it!"

Poor old dragon Wang Qi's white beard is floating and floating, Leng is speechless, iron green face, how to see only into the gas, not out of the gas.

Long Zhe's fragile little heart was hit by her, completely lost her mind, holding Lian Mo sobbing.

Snot and tears all stuck in her body, lianmo tangled for a long time, finally could not bear to push him away, stretched out his hand to touch his head like a dog, to show comfort.

No one saw, playing with the white jade fan of Xi Yan Jun face some heavy.

Until many years later, someone recalled the big marriage between the dragon and the Phoenix, still can't help but sigh. The seventh Prince of the dragon family in the South China Sea, holding the lotus ink small Zun, cried bitterly.

There is a faint smell of pear flowers lingering on the tip of her nose. Fengxi has been awake for a long time, but she doesn't dare to open her eyes. Her heart beats peacefully and steadily. She feels more real when she closes her eyes so quietly.

How can she think of such a scene? She wakes up after sleeping for a hundred years. She just understands her responsibility and mission as a goddess of the Phoenix family, but she immediately falls into another dream from this moment of Qingming.

Long hair loose, there is a cool touch across her ears, there is a direct vision in her heart, burning her whole person as if to catch up.

So pretend to sleep down is not the way, Phoenix Xi Long wake up, on a pair of gentle eyes, eyes emotion flow.

This smile, spring provocative, tease her heart straight itch.

Yesterday, when they came back from Nanhai, they didn't speak. They didn't say anything. It was just that wennuan was suddenly in a mood at night. She had to sleep with her mother and xianzun's father.

This girl was sensible early, and she never lost her temper. But when she lost her temper, the earth was shaking, the wind was blowing, and it was out of control. Most of the pear flowers in the thousand tree pear blossom forest were destroyed.

Fengxi is very sleepy later, vaguely remembers that wennuan is very energetic. After making a noise in the middle of the night, Liangyun puts the little girl in the middle and sleeps together.

Now wake up, the little girl has already run no shadow, only he and she, with collapse and sleep, four eyes opposite.

Some Xu's embarrassment, Feng Xi thinks so, but it seems that she is the only one in embarrassment.

Cloud sincerely is side body, posture is natural, see her wake up hair for a long time of stay, light a smile: "wake up?"

"Well" Feng Xi lightly answered a voice, but suddenly on the face dry hot rise.

The last time I slept with my martial uncle, I was so old at that time that I didn't want to concentrate. Now I am so close that I can't feel pure.

His face is clear and meaningful, his temperament has always been clear and shallow, his mood is empty, and he has a special charm that can not be expected.

But Fengxi now seems to feel that he is looking at such a gentle one more time. If he doesn't jump, he's sorry for his long history of chasing back.

Feng Xi some awkward one open an eye, intentionally desalinate embarrassed opening to ask a way: "warm?"

"At this time, Nuan is practicing sword!" The faces of the people around you are like peach blossoms. The eyes that you avoid intentionally or unintentionally are shining.

In other words, martial uncle knew that Nuan Nuan was not here, but why didn't he get up? Feng Xi's head is a little misty, and his ears are ringing again. He said in a voice on the windward platform yesterday: "Xi'er is my wife!"

She's his wife! When I think of this, my face is unconsciously dyed by red clouds.

"What's the matter, Xi'er, you're not feeling well?"