On birth, both qingluan and Phoenix are the king of birds, regardless of height.


    What else does she do with her tail feathers.


    Writing with a quill?


    Hearing the man''s soul torture, the qingluan was indeed stunned.


    In the light cyan eyes, there is a little painful struggle.


    Seeing Xiang Xing and Gong xuanyue surprised, they couldn''t help looking at each other.


    There''s definitely a story here.


    They thought about each other, and seemed to think of something at the same time. They couldn''t help looking at each other again.


    When we exchange eyes as like as two peas, we suddenly realize that the eyes of both are identical.


    He smiled at each other and nodded at the same time.


    ……


    The air in the world solidified for a long time.


    Until qingluan recovers himself, pauses, and suddenly turns around quickly.


    His face continued to sink: "I want to know how to use the Phoenix spirit tail feather. It''s my private affair. Please don''t ask xianzun."


    After that, she bit her lips and couldn''t help but close her eyes hard. At the bottom of her heart, she read the meditation formula again and again.


    The shoulders trembled violently unconsciously.


    No matter how the other party refutes, she can''t see or listen


    Can''t


    Until behind her, there came a word that stunned her directly.


    "... since the venerable is so persistent, you can be happy ~!"


    Gong xuanyue smiled and shrugged his shoulders. He suddenly bowed his hands and saluted, "I''d like to say goodbye, venerable. Let''s meet again ~"


    After that voice pulled a long string of exaggerated ending, the man really did not hesitate to lead the two little guys to turn around and swagger away.


    Even the little disciple of the crane, who was watching, was stunned and speechless when he saw this picture.


    After a long time, she silently pulled qingluan''s skirt and said, "elder martial sister... The immortal and the little Phoenix really left."


    “……”


    Qingluan paused and turned around silently.


    He looked at the direction the three people left without expression, and his eyes dropped slightly.


    After a long time, he let out a low smile and staggered sadly in the direction of the mansion.


    "I''m tired after passing on the message. I can''t see anyone except master."


    "Ah?"


    The little crane was stunned and subconsciously said, "that, red..."


    "Not yet."


    Qingluan shook and directly interrupted the little crane''s words.


    He scattered the figure quickly in his mind and hid in the depths of yaochi mansion.


    ……


    At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, there is an ordinary small tea stall.


    Xiang Xing lay lazily on the tea table, soft eyes staring at the tea stem in the small tea bowl in front of him, silently watching it swing up and down.


    The little face slightly bulged into a ball, the pink lips moved back and forth, and asked softly, "ah Yue, what kind of story will it be behind the little sister qingluan?"


    "Well."


    Gong xuanyue sat opposite the little guy, slightly supporting his exquisite jaw with one hand and slightly bending his fingers with the other hand, tapping the table orderly.


    After thinking for a while, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and smiled.


    But without saying anything, he lowered his eyes again and looked at the little guy in front of him.


    Fu stretched out his hand, rubbed the drooping little head hard, smiled and asked, "what do you think, little star?"


    "Me?"


    Xiang Xing blinked her soft eyes and suddenly straightened up.


    The pink lips gently sipped, seriously broke off their little fingers and calculated.