Love in Xuancheng

The distance from the mirror master to a bed was not enough, so he took a few steps back.

"We are in the mirror world?" Feng moye asked.

From the mirror master's body was stiff and silent.

"Ancient mirror Ruoyan?" Feng moye glanced at master mirror and asked again.

"How do you know?" I haven't said anything yet! Is Haoxi a human or a demon?

From the mirror master, he felt his chin collapsed and couldn't help him up.

"I know a lot. Do you want to hear it?"

Feng moye glanced obliquely, lifted his feet out of the room from the mirror master, glanced at the surrounding environment and walked towards the stone table under the pear tree.

Master Congjing was stunned for a moment and rushed out.

"Tell me what else you know."

Feng moye stretched out his hand, "bring ten holy lotus seeds, and I'll tell you."

"What? Ten? Why don't you grab them?" master Congjing jumped angrily.

Ten ordinary mirror lotus seeds can also be taken, but the holy lotus seed is very difficult. The holy lotus seed has accumulated one for 5000 years! The boy asked for ten as soon as he opened his mouth. He thought it was Chinese cabbage?

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but I respect the old and love the young too much. How can I beat my grandfather? I'm damned!"

Feng moye frowned helplessly.

"You boy, you still want to beat me? You -- you stand still!"

Fan Er, the master of mirror master, didn't know where to throw it as soon as Feng moye woke up. At this time, the master of the mirror was completely a grumpy old urchin, blowing his beard and staring, rolling his sleeves, and would chase and beat people all over the world.

"Calm down, calm down, how old are you? If you still jump up and down like this, be careful to flash your old waist!" Feng moye sat on the stone bench with a golden knife, and didn't mean to run at all.

Master Congjing, who had just run to half, was depressed when he heard the speech, and his raised feet froze in the air.

"Do you want me to help you solve your doubts, or do you want me to compete with you?" Feng moye asked with an embarrassed face.

Master Congjing blinked, put down his sleeves, patted the folds that didn't exist, roughly sorted them, tilted his eyes, and said lazily, "what's the strength of competing with a milk doll? You'd better help me solve my doubts!"

"Ten holy lotus seeds, not one less!" Feng moye stressed.

"No!" the master of mirror threw his head aside angrily.

"Alas! It seems that you are an insignificant idle person in the mirror area... Idle person! There are only one in 5000 years, ten in 50000 years! How old are you? I haven't heard of anyone you have given to for so many years. Besides, you can't give to anyone with your stingy degree! Alas ----! That's all!"

Feng moye waved his hand and looked disappointed that "you can't count on it at all. I overestimate your ability".

From the mirror master, his hair stood up when he was stimulated by Feng moye's words and expression.

"Who says I don't matter? Who says I'm stingy? Who? Don't you just take ten? Take twenty-three, you're welcome!"

As soon as master Jing reached out, an exquisite box appeared in the palm of his hand. Without hesitation, it was directly thrown into Feng moye's arms.

Feng moye caught it, didn't look at it, and immediately put it into the space.

"Well, sit down." Feng moye pointed to the stone stool opposite.