"Brother Qinghe, Brother Qinghe, what are you thinking? You're so fascinated?"

After they separated from Pei Ye, Liu Feifei and Lang Qinghe were also preparing to return to the retreating residence.

After passing through several clean and uninhabited paths, Liu Feifei couldn't help but pulling Lang Qinghe's sleeves, hairbands or wears on a whim. In the past, he would have been helpless but doting to stop himself, but now he has not moved for a long time.

Liu Feifei couldn't help but walk two or three steps quickly, turned around and tilted his upper body towards Lang Qinghe, which made the person "awakened".

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that I'm distracted. My brother is still distracted when I'm with me. This is something I've never seen before."

He pulled the end of the green hairband with Lang Qinghe's hair, which was quite like pulling off the hairband if he didn't like him.

Lang Qinghe patted her back of her hand lightly.

"Sister Liu, don't mess around."

"I'm not making any noise. After I parted with the Immortal Lord Yanghua, you've been distracted. You like to ignore me when I talk to you." A few sly lines flashed in Liu Feifei's eyes, and he took a few steps back. He rushed towards Lang Qinghe with a runner, jumped up halfway and clamped his waist.

Lang Qinghe subconsciously stretched out his hands and held her firmly.

After coming back to his senses, he found that the two of them were inappropriate in their postures. He was so embarrassed that he was so angry that he burned his ears to the point of redness.

"I didn't ignore you, are you ashamed?"

He wanted to let go of his hand and put Liu Feifei down, but she was more and more eager to get her legs tighter, which scared Lang Qinghe so much that she didn't dare to move.

"What's so ashamed?" Liu Feifei is an extrovert, cheerful and bold person. He acts completely differently from ordinary women in a boudoir. The same is true for expressing emotions. Not only did she not retreat, she also made a statement, "Is it still shameful to be closer to my fiancé?"

Lang Qinghe said: "Okay, you are not ashamed, I am ashamed."

Liu Feifei smiled and said, "You are more ashamed, but I am less ashamed. It's just right to be harmonious and harmonious. It's a perfect match."

Lang Qinghe: "...Liu Mei...you...at least you waited to go back to the living yard. It was so bad that people could see it..."

He is not a pedantic person, but he is not very unrestrained, and he can't help but have some "pleading" when speaking.

Liu Feifei thought and took a step back: "Okay, you can't hold me, but you have to carry me back. My legs are weak and I can't walk."

Lang Qinghe could not refuse, so he leaned forward and squatted to let Liu Feifei come up and carry him steadily.

"Brother Qinghe, what did you think just now? Which outstanding and charming fairy are you thinking of?"

When the two were still in the mortal world, she was not worried about Lang Qinghe being hooked away by any beautiful lady. She was not bad in terms of appearance, but now is different from the past. There are almost no ordinary people in Tianyin Valley, and any one of them is a monk who can fly and escape from the earth.

A handsome male cultivator and a handsome female cultivator.

It is harder to pull an ugly monster from among them than to fight in the inner house before.

Especially she knew that the monks were open-minded and unrestrained, and they only talked about fate and had like-minded people, regardless of men and women, age, age, race... She suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu that the range of love rivals had expanded countless times, and the sense of crisis increased sharply.

No one feels good intentions and wants to take her duck from her nest.

Humph, if she hadn't had enough time to get married and Lang Qinghe would have cooked the big white duck long ago.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt angry, and my hand, which was strangling Lang Qinghe's neck, also exerted a little force.

The latter freed up a hand to pat her arm.

"Don't mess around, I didn't think about the fairy, I was thinking about the true Lord Yanghua."

Liu Feifei wrinkled her face and muttered in a low voice: "What do you want him to do?"

"I always think he shouldn't have done this."

Liu Feifei asked lazily with his chin against his shoulder.

"What shouldn't be like this?"

"It shouldn't be like this. I always feel that this person should be more indifferent. He obviously feels strong incongruity, but he can't tell what's wrong."

Liu Feifei: "Isn't it good for him to do this?"

Do you have to look at people with your nostrils like other monks?

She followed Lang Qinghe to leave the mortal world and accompanied him to kill demons along the way, and inevitably had contact with other monks. The casual cultivators were more friendly and easy to talk to. Most of the monks from sects were cold, and the monks from family were the most arrogant and treated ordinary people with a lofty attitude.

A typical example is that they don’t know that Liu Feifei is an ordinary person. They respect Lang Qinghe for her sake, and occasionally they would almost shout “sister-in-law” or “siblings”. Knowing that she is an ordinary person, their attitude immediately became cold.

It is very realistic, which leads to Liu Feifei occasionally becoming trance.

What is the difference between these monks of different origins, backgrounds and strengths from the various classes she contacted in the mortal world?

In essence, it seems that there is no difference.

They are both high and low, they are both red and white, they are both jealous and choreographed right and wrong.

When I came to Tianyin Valley with my heart, this feeling became even stronger.

It is rare to see a cultivator at the level of a master in the cultivation world. Not only does he not have a lofty attitude, but he is friendly and gentle and approachable. His eyes look at Liu Feifei as if he is looking at a worthless item or an ant. It is really rare and valuable.

"No, it's not bad..."

Lang Qinghe didn't know how to explain his feelings.

Liu Feifei interrupted him: "It's either bad or good, so why are you still struggling with? It can be seen that this immortal king attaches great importance to Brother Qinghe. If he is consistent in his demeanor and his brother joins Lingji Sect, he will definitely be given priority and support with his brother's talent. This is a good thing."

Lang Qinghe sighed lightly and stopped talking.

The two were unknown casual cultivators, and Tianyin Valley arranged a guest room.

The area is not large, but there are all things that should be.

"You wash first."

Lang Qinghe put down Liu Feifei, fed water to the bathtub, and used spiritual power to activate the array pattern below the bathtub to heat up the water.

It was not until the water surface was filled with air and water vapor that he urged Liu Feifei to take a shower, and he moved a stool to wait outside the house.

Liu Feifei curled his lips, crawled into the bathtub, and sighed comfortably.

"Brother Qinghe, do you want to come in and wash together?"

After swimming in the bathtub for a while, Liu Feifei became interested and started to adjust [play] Lang Qinghe again.

"No! How old are you, don't know shame?"

Lang Qinghe's response came outside the house.

Liu Feifei lay beside the bathtub and half closed his eyes.

"How shameful? Didn't you hide in my bathtub while I was bathing?"

Just like the clichéd script, the young man who was chased by the enemy was desperate and accidentally broke into a beautiful woman's boudoir and jumped into the bathtub to hide from the enemy, but he ran into the beautiful woman who was about to take a bath.

What a shameful scene.

Liu Feifei continued to close his eyes and picked up a bath towel to wipe his neck.

From the neck down, passing through the clavicle, the strong and strong chest muscles, the flat, firm and tight abdominal muscles, and the unfamiliar extravagance...

Liu Feifei opened his eyes suddenly while wiping.

etc--

Something is wrong!

She was so scared that she let go of the bath towel and subconsciously pinched the thing that made people blush. The next second, the unfamiliar and unbearable pain rushed from below like a bamboo shoot. She couldn't bear the pain and screamed in pain, but it fell into Lang Qinghe's ears, but it was the pain of a strange boy.

There is a man...

Inside the house?

Lang Qinghe was shocked and frightened and kicked open the door.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he had a pretty oriole-like voice.
Chapter completed!