The gorgeous light intertwined into a silkworm cocoon, wrapping Duanmuchen's whole body, completely blocking a certain obscene look.

"Ahhhh! I can't see the uncle who is reborn!" Feng Qingyi kept beating his chest with both hands and howling to the sky.

The person in Qingchen was so familiar with this scene that he could not be familiar with it anymore, and returned to seclusion with a calm expression.

"Hey! Why are you closing your eyes again? Is it so fun to retreat?"

Feng Qingyi saw that his howling could not be watched, so he wailed depressedly.

The people present ignored him tacitly.

There is such a kind of person in this world that no one can reach in his life, and he can reach it casually.

If you go in sync with such a person, you will really have no chance to make a comeback.

Feng Qingyi was also used to this kind of drama. He grabbed a straw and held it in his mouth, held his head with his hands in his hands, and lay beside Mo Li with a big thorn.

"Coffin face, what kind of place is Darkness? Do you know the Darkness Feng family?" Several blurred scenes flashed through Feng Qingyi's mind, and he couldn't help but pursed his mouth.

Such a serious tone, such a serious problem?

Mo Li looked at the person lying beside him and looked him up and down.

"Even if my figure is good, don't peep at me! I'll proudly think that you're in love with me!" Feng Qingyi thrust his hips and raised his chin proudly, "How is it? Are you envious, jealous and hateful?"

Mo Li withdrew his gaze and said nothing, but he made people read his disgust.

After a while, he replied: "Feng family, black!"

"Black? Is everyone very dark? If that guy goes back, wouldn't it be a pear blossom that will overwhelm the crabapple?" Feng Qingyi smiled with a smug look, and his expression seemed to have won five million lottery tickets.

"Don't go back!" Mo Li mercilessly broke his fantasy.

Feng Qingyi was in a rare silence.

Although he has always been funny and sloppy, he is not stupid.

He understands everything he should understand.

"Coffin face, do you believe it? I have always had memories of what happened that night, and it was two kinds of memories." Before Mo Li could answer, Feng Qingyi smiled self-deprecatingly: "You must not believe it, right? How could a baby who is just over a month old have memories?"

"Faith!" Mo Li suddenly spoke, "You said, I believe!"

As long as you said it, I believe it!

Feng Qingyi turned around and looked at him, stunned, and his eyes gradually lit up: "Don't comfort me! If you want to laugh, just laugh."

"hehe!"

In this extremely stiff "laughter", Feng Qingyi turned his head, the sunlight fell on his face, and the crystal light flashed at the corners of his eyes.

Mo Li's gaze swept through him lightly, and then fell into the air.

Yue Qingqing had already finished her rest and opened her eyes.

"Light, go out!"

He said he was going out.

Yue Qingqing didn't think much about it, and her mental power wrapped around him and took him out of Qingchenju.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but the moment Mo Li came out, the death breath on his face disappeared a little.

"Mo Li!" Yue frowned gently.

"Very good!" Mo Li said he was very good, but he was not good at all.

Will a very good person have a pale face and a weak step?

Hey! No!

Why did it suddenly become unfair?

Yue looked at Mo Li's back gently, her eyes flashing.
Chapter completed!