white head

The little beast looked at him, then at Qi Nian who was smiling lightly behind him, shook his body, and took two steps back.

"Three children!"

Fei Ran panicked, and called again in a disturbed voice:

"come over!"

Seeing such a scene, the third prince on the side frowned, thought for a while, then opened his brows suddenly, and laughed thoughtfully twice.

He smiled loudly, squatted down, and fished the little beast into his arms:

"The little guy is quite stubborn."

The little beast opened its eyes, huddled in the third prince Qianhuang's arms, stared at Fei Ran silently, and took a long time to look away.

When she looked up again, she didn't even look at him.

"Hey little guy, what's your name?"

Qianhuang hugged the little beast and turned around, tapped the little beast's forehead with one hand, and smiled.

Then he ignored Fei Ran like the little beast, with a cheerful tone, and said to himself:

"Can't talk? Let me think about it, so it's called... Xiaowan?"

All the immortals in the hall were shocked.Fei Ran turned her head to see who was coming, and immediately frowned and gritted her teeth.

It was cold and the light was dim, but none of that mattered.

The important thing is that at the other end of the main hall, the man in light blue clothes nodded lightly and nodded as a signal.

At the end of winter, the dead leaves fell to the sky one after another, and the person who was beyond the expectations of the immortals stood under the fallen leaves, his eyes were colored with glaze, and the brilliance flowed, and his smiling posture made people feel moved.

With a smile on his face, Bai Jin leaned over and bowed respectfully, but when he lowered his head, his voice trembled violently:

"My minister Bai Jin, I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The corners of Qianhuang's eyes were bent, as if she was smiling, and more like a helpless expression:

"Are you still here...Xiao Wan?"

The god of Sihua, the bland and alienated fairy, for thousands of years, the third prince who has never appeared in the Lingxiao Palace looked at the person in front of him hard, and for a moment he only thought of the villain with pink makeup and jade under the peach tree that year Son.

The book was still on his knees, and the little man had a long line of saliva hanging from the corner of his lips, but he was already asleep.

At that time, Qianhuang Yile burst into laughter.The peach petals fell at this moment, and just so happened to sprinkle the little man's head and face.

The little man's face was itchy, and finally he opened his eyes and rubbed his face.

He sat on the peach tree and looked at him. Later, Bai Jin, then the young master of the Yun family, Kong Wan, blinked his big watery eyes, with his fingers still in his mouth, and asked him falteringly:

"You, who are you, why are you in my yard?"

Fei Ran saw a figure floating past her, and stopped in front of Bai Jin, and then the atmosphere became weird.

The crown prince Qianhuang, the god of flowers, Bai Jin, had neither the joy of meeting an old friend nor the anger of an enemy meeting each other. He just looked at each other and fell silent at the same time.

In the end, His Royal Highness Qianhuang first raised his hand and surrendered:

"Okay, okay, let me say Xiaowan, why are you still so stubborn, is it worth it for me?"

Bai Jin snorted coldly, bit her lips, turned her head and said nothing.

The fairy in light blue clothes hugged the little beast from Qianhuang's hands, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes and said indifferently:

"What's wrong with being a fairy? Who said I was for you."

"Oh?"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Xinxin smiled brightly, and squeezed the corners of his eyes at Bai Jin, with a very frivolous expression:

"It's really disappointing my heart~ It's hard for me to keep this kind of thing."

The corners of Bai Jin's mouth froze, as if thinking of something, when he looked up, he saw a peach-colored piece of paper, which was held between his fingers by the man.

The man rubbed it with light-white fingers, slowly and layer by layer, and kept making "tsk tsk tsk" sounds:

"It's a pity...it's a pity, since that's the case, I'll just tear it up."

"and many more!"

Bai Jin was so annoyed that she wanted to stomp her feet, but unfortunately she couldn't take back her words.

The man looked at him with a smile, and a pair of eyebrows slanted into his temples. The redness of the water made his complexion whiter.The smile is warm, and the eyes are silkworms.

It is said that the person with silkworm eyes is the one who smiles most hypocritically.

Right now, His Royal Highness the third prince is laughing extraordinarily.

A face was blocked by the paper, but the eyes seemed to be cast through the paper, mixed with the rare warmth and brightness in winter, and melted into the eyes of Bai Jinxianjun.

Bai Jin finally resigned to her fate, hugged the little beast and smiled wryly:

"It's hard for the third prince to keep this."

After all, I reached out and went to get it.

Unexpectedly, Qianhuang stopped at this time.

The clouds are very light, the sky is very blue, and people with silkworm eyes have the most hypocritical smiles.

The third prince Qianhuang squinted her eyes, seeing that the man finally tore off his indifferent expression, became angry, and curled the corners of his mouth secretly.

smile:

"This expression is still the most suitable for you, Yun Kongwan, young master of the Yun family."

"Excuse Fei Ran for being presumptuous, but can I return San'er to you?"

The two people on this side were fighting with each other, but there were already people in a hurry who didn't know what to do.

"Oh? Return it to you?"

Legend has it that Diao Erlang was the originator of negligence and duty. If the little Hades Yan Hengzhi saw the third prince Qianhuang who should be called his master, he turned his head to look at the face of his own little Bai Lihua.

The latter's face was pale and livid.

Master Qianhuang nodded, turned around, and took out a folding fan from nowhere.

Fan it, the cool breeze blows, the wind blows:

"Qianhuang remembers that this little guy is clearly avoiding you, Fairy Feiqin, how could Fairy Feiqin say the word 'return'?"

The author has something to say:

This chapter is short I know, woo.

Alright, I'd like to apologize in advance, the deadline is almost over, and I'm so busy with group activities, course selection, and papers.

A lot of mushrooms in MS are on vacation... We are so miserable that we actually need a dozen numbers, what a fool!There is wood!

... yes ... yes ... yes [this is the echo]

I know it's not an excuse, it's wrong to make excuses, but... I'm really going crazy from exhaustion, hold me and cry.

People who stay up late to endorse can't afford to be hurt, can't afford to be hurt, I will work hard, I will do my best, woo,