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Thinking of Ah Yi's sentence "He is very good-looking, but not as good-looking as my brother", Ning Miao couldn't help laughing out loud.

Wu Mochen didn't know why, so he took Ning Miao's hand, and whispered softly, as if afraid of waking up a sweet dream, "A Miao..."

It's rare that the little clan witch didn't struggle, and there was no unbearable disgust in his eyes. Wu Mochen was stunned, but the other party stood up again, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and said with a hearty smile: "Wu Mochen, your A Miao, now I There is no way to return it to you."

The lord of Fengsha City's red eyes seemed to be shining with water, and his voice trembled unconsciously, "You, what did you say?"

Men's friendship is nothing more than beer and roadside kebabs. People who are not used to it, as long as they have kebabs and drank wine together, they will inexplicably feel sorry for everyone. In fact, the atmosphere is in place, and drinking white water is the same .

It was nearly midnight, and Ning Miao held a supper in the front hall of Shahai Garden. The four princes of the Huang clan sat at the head, the Jin clan listened to the song, and the old Pingtou of the Green belly clan accompanied them on both sides. Bai Yi and Ning Miao of the Yiyan clan sat below, The five looked different.

After waving his attendants back, Wu Mochen got straight to the point, "Please, Your Majesty Luan."

The blue tail feather imprint on Ning Miao's forehead flashed, and the aura of the Phoenix god enveloped the entire front hall instantly. Qingluan himself manually operated the space separation technique, and his spiritual sense was quite aggrieved: "Overqualified, useless, disgraceful to the god, don't allow it to spread."

The most miraculous meeting in the history of the Northland, from the Phoenix God, the royal family to the strange demons and aliens, from male to female, from emptiness to mortals, and even a ignorant spirit body, unprecedented and unprecedented .

Qingluan hasn't used Tianyinkongluo for many years, not to mention the target is too complicated, it took a long time to get the communication done, and the effect is extremely poor, equivalent to the E network signal of 4G everywhere in the world, bad reviews.

When everyone's consciousness converged into the spiritual sea, Ning Miao swallowed the last meatball, fully showing the enthusiasm of the master, "My house occupies a spacious area with a north-south transparent, everyone, you are welcome, just float around."

The green-belly people don't care about world affairs all the year round, and they live in a corner. The old flat head is vacillating, and he has been honed for 5 years by the lingering torture of hopeless hope, so many sharp edges and corners have turned into fear.

The spiritual sea world of the Xiaozu witch is pure white, with a zombie man in a black robe in the center of the pure white, with a pale, indifferent and lifeless face.

The old flat head was caught off guard, and the green vertical pupils forced into a straight line, "Return to the sea?"

The zombie man moved his neck, "Ping, are you still alive?"

"You're not dead, how could I die." The old flat-headed footsteps were flimsy, one foot high and the other low like stepping on cotton, "Old man, long time no see."

the other side……

Wu Mochen's eyeballs were stuck to a certain spirit body, and he could not move away. He forcibly transformed into a soft couch, and picked up the newborn baby-like female spirit body. His claws were shaking all the time. Ning Miao was worried that he would fall. Wu Mochen firmly but tremblingly put the white female spirit body on the soft couch.

Afterwards, City Lord Fengsha squeezed his fist with one hand, and wrapped the half-sitting, half-lying spirit body in the soft couch tightly in a thick glazed robe.

The spirit body didn't seem to be able to speak, and it was probably wrapped too tightly for discomfort, so it twisted its body and babbled a few times.

The unearthly and refined fairy prince with a dull face, stroked the back of the spirit body with his hand, his red eyes were as affectionate as the sea, and his voice was soft enough to make goose bumps, "A Miao, good boy."

The spirit body's eyes were still empty and lifeless, but it really stopped twisting and shouting, looked up at Wu Mochen, and remained motionless.

The Erhuo patriarch floated in front of him at some point, blocking the sight of his little female, "Ning, look at me!"

Ning Miao: "..."

The meeting lasted until dawn, and finally the prince of the Huang clan refused to leave, and everyone took turns to persuade them.

The Jin clan heard the song: "Mo'er, the spirit chasing technique has been completed, let's go back first."

The green-bellied old flathead: "Fourth prince, it's important to deal with the Phoenix Temple."

Ning Miao, the owner of the Spiritual Sea: "Your Highness, if the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night?"

Wu Mochen ignored it.

Anyway, it is Huangshen Qingluan who maintains Tianyinkongluo, and without wasting any of his mental power, Ning Miao is happy to help the two people look at each other with background music, and the little clan witch hums softly:

Can the broken string break the cocoon that binds itself

Can the extinguished fire burn away the remaining thoughts

Can the cloud in the dream turn into a familiar face

Can the catastrophe of the previous life be exchanged for the fate of this life?

Can we see through the lines of fate earlier

Can you fall into it easily

Can you slow down and waste the limited time

can you allow me forever

Maybe I hit the south wall before turning back

Maybe I will give up after seeing Huang He

Maybe I have to go one way to the dark.

Maybe I haven't met him yet

……

After three rounds of singing, the sexy queen next to the zombie man raised her eyebrows and broke "WIFI" angrily, "My god is the south wall, and my god is the Yellow River. Don't get tired of this, let's go out!"

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Wu Mochen ignored the Winged Tiger man's threatening low growl, bared his teeth and grinned, leaned over the table, and tapped the little clan witch's forehead with his slender fingers, "Ning Miao." After pondering for a second, his red eyes were as deep as twilight, "Thank you."

The Maverick bared his fangs, "Don't touch my husband!"

Ning Miao stared at the swollen face of the patriarch of the second-hand goods, and couldn't control the corners of his mouth to go on stage, he laughed happily: "Honey, cute."

It was impossible to accomplish the space formation technique of teleporting more than 600 people overnight, but the master of the formation spell spell returned to the sea here, and the problem was easily solved.

Wen Ge made a move, razing the atrium of Le Taoju in minutes, Bai Yi sketched patterns on the huge open space, space attribute spirit stones are extremely rare, Wu Mochen took out thousands of pieces to make spirit stone powder without frowning, It is worthy of being the Lord of the Wind and Sand City who is rich and invincible.

The old Pingtou secretly sighed that so many priceless treasures were used to build a one-time teleportation array, and it was a waste of everything, and it hurts if it wasn't his own.

According to the pattern pattern left by the elder brother in the spiritual sea, the black spirit stone powder is attracted by Yuanli, and it is compacted into lines little by little. Up or down, like a freehand landscape.

After returning from the sequelae of the spirit chasing technique, Ning Miao was mentally weak and his limbs were weak, so he gave his body to Yu'er to control, and Xiaozu Wu fell asleep in seconds.

Guihai sits on a high chair, strategizes, and wins thousands of miles. He instructs Yiyan patriarch to keep his clothes off his body, his feet off the ground, and he keeps spinning like a spinning top.

The old flat head hangs in mid-air, continuously inputting energy to maintain the space separation technique deployed by the Phoenix God. By the way, the little clan witch is gesticulating and distracted, and the little clan witch will yell at him: "Ah Ping , concentrate! If you are lazy, I will eat you!" The familiar voice of cursing made the old flathead feel comfortable physically and mentally.

Luan Shenmian was amazed: without the water mirror, a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals can also think of a way to deal with the Phoenix God. In the middle stage of the small creation, one body and two spirits, the spiritual power seems to be endless, which is interesting.

On the second day of the golden month, the morning light is faint and the morning breeze is slightly cool.

Both Yuanli and spiritual power were in the air, Bai Yi lay on his back on the one-tenth completed array pattern, closed his eyes and took a nap.

Yu'er, Qingluan hides in the spiritual sea of ​​the little clan witches, and she doesn't know what they are talking about secretly.

In the center of the tall golden bench, the small clan witch's long eyelashes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to rub his eyes, his clear water-like pupils were black and white.

Today is a new day.