Little Phoenix Loves Her Martial Uncle

Kill her also don't believe Sha Yixie's nonsense.

Fengxi completely ignored his face: "master usually said that radish and vegetables, each has his own love, so how can he not like both?"

"Metaphor, it's just a metaphor, do you understand?"

Sand also evil smell speech, more helpless.

Is it because he doesn't speak clearly or it's too difficult for him to understand that this idiot can't hear the point once!

"Oh The wind blows the straw from the sand and the nest of evil birds. Fengxi picks it up and holds it in his hand like a baby. He suddenly realizes, "he may like this!"

Sha also wants to vomit blood.

If Yun Jin is a turnip, his master can only be regarded as a broken straw, or the kind of incomplete in the sun and rain.

This words listen to how so awkward, sand also evil a grab Feng Xi hand of straw to throw on the ground, hate hate way: "children don't understand don't guess!"

"You said that if you don't understand, you have to ask!" Feng Xi's head shrinks, weak way.

Usually also don't see this little girl film so clever, sand also evil head cover face scold a way: "shut up!"

"Oh Phoenix Xi covers mouth, a pair of very clever appearance.

But I'm more and more curious about the special hobby of Lanling immortal. There are people who don't like her master!

The master and the apprentice went around in a circle. Sha Yixie didn't go to see the immortal in Lanling.

As a matter of fact, because the aesthetics of the immortal in Lanling is different from that of ordinary people, Fengxi ponders for a long time and thinks that the martial uncle is not in great danger.

It's just that my sister-in-law, who can't be with my martial uncle, has a cold black face, like everyone owes her something.

Sha Yixie had no choice but to take out his last mace: "Xiao Fengxi, do you want to go back to your martial uncle Yunjin?"

"Think, think!" Feng Xi nodded fiercely, and the light in his eyes fully showed that Sha Yixie's proposal was indeed a wise move.

Sha also touched his beard: "let's go back and get ready first!"

"Then let's go back quickly!" Feng Xi a happy, attitude instant change, muddled by sand also evil back to juechen hall.

His own master has always been unscrupulous. He is always surrounded by others, but sometimes he hides from others.

Xuange crawled around him slowly, stopping and laughing from time to time.

What kind of master has what kind of apprentice, both of them are equally unscrupulous.

Juechen hall, with its magnificent appearance, has two prominent thatched cottages inside, while its screen and jade turn outside.

Yes, an indescribable sense of visual impact.

"Master, you lied to me again!"

At this time, Fengxi is staying in one of the thatched houses, all kinds of rummaging, how to move and how to make.

Xuange hid in a corner not far away, for fear that the little Phoenix would not be left with any residue.

And the fuse that caused all the things, Sha Yixie, fell asleep on the couch, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.

There was no echo at half a sound. He picked up a cup on the table and fell over it. However, when the jade cup was about to hit Sha Yixie's forehead, LengSheng turned around and landed on his pillow.

Rely on, Phoenix Xi fire, casually copy the thing beside the hand, disorderly straight to sand also evil.

All kinds of objects flying around the room fell on the ground in front of the couch after two turns around the man. They were arranged in four rows, which was much more orderly than the usual arrangement of Sha Yixie baby's death.

Isn't this clearly bullying people? Fengxi has to look at Sha Yixie lazily and turns over, holding his medicine pillow and sleeping more and more safely.

Disdain to die disdain, the person on the couch snoring sleep comfortable.

Her master is a huge pit, Fengxi once again deeply understand this truth.

Mingming agreed to help her find a way to return to the martial uncle.

As a result, once back here, Sha Yixie fell asleep. No matter what Fengxi did, he went to meet Duke Zhou wholeheartedly.

"Stupid bird, take a rest!" Xuange is weak and worried about Fengxi's physical strength.

People who are tired of running for a few steps today make trouble for three hours without breathing.

Sure enough, the potential is endless.

Feng Xi smell speech, immediately feel oneself really exhausted of very: "that rest for a while!"

Feng Xi sits on the chair behind him, panting heavily, looking at the unaffected master sleeping at home.

Suddenly he was surprised and said, "it turns out that there are still people in this world whose sleeping skills are comparable to those of the pure altar emissary!"

"You can't say that!" Xuange quietly crawled out of the corner: "our master's sleeping skill is much better than a pig!"

A person a tortoise a sing a harmonious of say, the corner of the mouth of that person on the couch can't help but smoke, pure altar emissary, isn't pig.

"I don't think it's any better!" Feng Xi complained discontentedly.

After such a long period of physical exercise, the throat is slightly dry.

Since the master didn't wake up, Feng Xi looked at a shelf of gourds in front of him, and his eyes rolled.

I picked up a bottle of Jasper gourd, removed the seal, and sniffed it in front of my nose. The water in the bottle was clear and there was no peculiar smell.

Since the master is unscrupulous, her apprentice is blamed for following suit. Fengxi takes a bottle of gourd and murmurs, "this should be some kind of immortal spring. It's just right to quench your thirst!"