The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 120 The Fat Golden Dragon of the Indifferent Immortal Venerable 11
Fat, come, fat, go?

Lan Yao's face became distorted and wonderful.

As if he heard some extremely unbearable words, the facial muscles of his whole body were twitching.

With a tone of gnashing teeth, Lan Yao mechanically lowered his head a little bit, and his voice was a little vicious in a low voice: "You, just now, said, what?!"

The little girl's big round eyes are like purple grapes, blinking and blinking, not good-looking.

She tilted her head and repeated obediently with a very serious voice in a childish little voice, "Did Ni sang every night at the gate of Wo's courtyard, getting fatter and fatter?"

The little girl's teeth are not fully formed, and there is still some slight air leakage.

A good sentence was spoken in her mouth, but the pronunciation was completely changed.

Lan Yao's lungs were about to explode.

In the beautiful eyes, flames overflowed and jumped, with a posture of wanting to eat people.

Why, why!

Are you going to read—running around, reading it as fat and fat? !
What little brother!
What heroine!
After seeing the young master's body, just disappear in place!

Lan Yao completely lost the sophistication of wanting to fool his little friends just now.

Because of the little girl's unintentional words, he directly revealed his true colors, and he could no longer pretend.

"Child, do you want to die?" Lan Yao whispered with a smile.

The dangerous tone and the serious and icy words made the air seem to drop a few degrees.

Feng Qingwu stared at Mu Ran for a while, and suddenly showed a very bright smile.

She stepped on her little feet and threw herself at Lan Yao two or three times: "Longlong, Longlong, let me touch you!"

Lan Yao, who was immersed in the anger and the atmosphere of the second class, did not distract Feng Qingwu's movements at all.

He was embraced so gorgeously.

Lan Yao froze in place.

The little girl's body was as soft as her knees, like a moving warm baby.

But... Her clothes are dirty.

Lan Yao's whole body is not well.

Ah!
He is not clean anymore!
He is not clean anymore! ! !
Lan Yao roared ferociously in his heart, but on the surface he was a little at a loss.

Feng Qingwu was giggling, hugging Lan Yao's legs tightly and not letting go, she raised her small head, her eyes were like stars, blinking and blinking: "Longlong, the chubby Yazi is so patient." , Wo wants to stick with clay! Wo also wants rua, rua you!"

Lan Yao was in a terrible mood.

Lan Yao didn't hear a whole sentence of the milky voice and soft words in his ear.

There are only two words, which are extremely prominent, echoing in his mind - "Fatty".

Fat, fat!

"Damn child, hurry up and let me go!!!" Lan Yao yelled violently, bending over to push Feng Qingwu's movement, but it was so gentle, it was like using no strength.

This appearance made Feng Qingwu hug Lan Yao's legs even tighter.

There was something radiant in those slightly shining glass ball eyes.

He kept repeating in his mouth: "I want to play with Xiao Jinlong..."

Just when the two of them were stuck together and couldn't break free, Shangguan Yi's spiritual consciousness locked the two of them.

Those clear and cold black eyes instantly darkened.

The loose lips collapsed into a straight horizontal line.

Shangguan Yi was extremely fast, heading towards Lan Yao's direction.

As they got closer, Shangguan Yi also saw a big and a small, entangled with each other.

The fair and handsome statue's face was covered with a thin layer of ice at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn child, let go of the young master!" Lan Yao pushed the little girl's shoulders with his somewhat broken hands.

Feng Qingwu giggled stickily, holding on to Lan Yao's leg but not loose.

Also, full of playfulness, he muttered: "Longlong, I want to touch Longlong, Longlong!"

"What are you doing?" The cold voice had an inexplicable and strange tone like catching rape.

Lan Yao turned her head abruptly, and didn't have time to think about why Shangguan Yi was here, she just wanted to cry without tears, and shouted with a little grievance: "Shangguan Yi, I'm not clean anymore! I'm not clean anymore!"

The words that were almost blurted out made the air freeze for a moment.

Only Lan Yao's crying and humming sound was very obvious.

Feng Qingwu, who was holding Lan Yao's calf, twitched her delicate lips twice.

As for Shangguan Yi, he looked down at Feng Qingwu for a while.

Among them, there is an extremely obvious silence.

The inexplicably irritated and dark mood was replaced by a strange and weird feeling.

Lan Yao Erkang screamed in his hand, full of grief, "Help me quickly".

Shangguan Yi remained silent, and stepped forward expressionlessly.

He raised his hand, and just when his fingers were about to touch Feng Qingwu's collar—the little child, as if he had sensed something, left Lan Yao's side with a bang.

Shangguan Yi paused slightly, and glanced at Feng Qingwu calmly.

A little girl about five or six years old, her chubby face was slightly puffed up, and she pouted with some displeasure: "Why doesn't Longlong play with Wo?"

The image of a naive and naughty little girl is instantly in front of my eyes.

Like a savior, Lan Yao jumped behind Shangguan Yi two or three times, bent down and patted the tiny dirt on his body.

Lan Yao was extremely sad, extremely sad.

This dress, this dress is his illusion, his favorite clothes!
And it still can't be made clean by spells!
So sad, so sad—

Lan Yao, who has a little obsession with cleanliness, cleaned her robe vigorously.

Lan Yao gritted his teeth, rubbing the clothes fiercely as if they were on the clothes.

In front of him, Shangguan Yi was looking at the little girl with extremely indifferent eyes.

The little girl blinked her big eyes innocently, as if she didn't know anything.

One lowered his head, the other raised his head. The air around the two seemed to be flowing invisibly, speaking of tit for tat.

Lan Yao had no idea.

When he was about to rub out sparks from his clothes, Shangguan Yi and Feng Qingwu had already had a round of "communication of consciousness".

The voice was cold and indifferent, so cold that it seemed to be able to freeze people, it was extremely light: [You are not her. ]
The little girl tilted her head, looking extremely innocent.

The childish voice with a hippie smile echoed in his mind: [Then who are you?Immortal. ]
Shangguan Yi's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at her coldly.

Finally, he turned around and looked at the little boy: "Let's go."

The robe was not cleaned yet, Lan Yao lowered his head, rubbed it anxiously, and replied: "Okay."

Without raising his head, he moved forward under the leadership of Shangguan Yi.

Shangguan Yi felt a little... a little headache from that focused look.

Finally, it stopped.

Her lips were pursed slightly, and she raised her hand, a little bit of cold air overflowed from her fingers.

Blossoming crystal clear snowflakes fluttered and fell on the dirty place.

Clothes become clean in an instant!
(End of this chapter)