Little Overlord and Mr. Mei

After all, before Su Xieyue could react, she turned and left, saying that she was leaving, rather than fleeing.

The gray cloak dragged behind him, slid across the upright tip of the grass, and quickly melted into the night.

Su Xieyue took two steps, turned her eyes to the cloth in her hand, her expression was complicated, and she didn't move for a long time.

This look is a rare good material in the mortal world. It is as light as water vapor and moonlight. It has a fine line and is much better than her needlework. Most importantly, it is the lake blue that Xia Wuxin has always liked.

"Senior Sister!" Xia Wuxin's call came from inside the door. Su Xieyue was waking up from a big dream. She pinched the clothes in her hand, hesitated, stepped into the door, and closed the door with her backhand. outside.

Xia Wuxin was wrapped in a quilt, standing at the door, poking his head, and asked: "Senior Sister, who are you talking to?"

Su Xieyue rubbed her fingertips on the cloth, then threw the clothes into Xia Wuxin's hands, and said with a smile: "Look what this is."

Xia Wuxin fiddled with the cloth suspiciously, and shook it away with the collar, only to see the pouring of spring water, the waves gleaming, and the lights were a little brighter.

"A piece of clothing?" Xia Wuxin couldn't help exclaiming. The clothes were not gorgeous, but they were faintly elegant. Although they were blue, they were not dazzling. They looked quiet and deep.

The most special thing is that the cuffs and the placket are embroidered with wave patterns with silver silk, like the waves leaping on the body and appearing alive.

After all, Xia Wuxin is a daughter's home, she can’t avoid walking when she sees good-looking clothes. Even if she puts on her body, she turns around twice, she is already neatly dressed, long and graceful, with a slender silver belt and a bunch of hands tied around her waist. The knitted belt is refreshing and clean.

Xia Wuxin marveled at the carefulness of the clothes maker, everything fit her size, a bit more generous and a bit less cramped.

"Senior Sister, did you do this?" Xia Wuxin said happily.

Su Xieyue only felt her heart beat, her shell teeth drew across her lips, and after a short struggle, she said softly: "It's Mr. Song."

"Song Yubai?" She was stunned for a while when she heard the name, then the blue figure turned into a stream of light and stopped abruptly at the door.

At this time, she should have left long ago. Xia Wuxin turned around again, touching her fingers, looking a little cramped, and very happy.

"Senior Sister didn't lie to me?" She confirmed in a low voice, the reflection of lights in her dark eyes.

Although Su Xieyue was worried, she was also amused by her daughter's cherishing behavior, so she stepped forward and took Xia Wuxin's hand and led her back: "What I lied to you, Mr. Song It was delivered in time, and I forgot to thank her."

Xia Wuxin let her lead in a daze, remembering something in the middle, taking off her clothes three times, folding them up and putting them on the table, and then jumping on the bed, the bed that was not strong was smashed by her. The mountain shakes.

She buried her face in the quilt and rolled with a smile.

Su Xieyue also laughed out, but she was soon filled with melancholy. She had always been gentle and upright, but in this matter, she almost had disgraceful thoughts.

Although she didn't want to choose anything, she knew what Xia Wuxin's every move meant, so she never had any hope. She was worried that Song Yubai would hurt Xia Wuxin.

Wuxin always looked like she hadn't grown up in her eyes, and the facts are also true. How could a girl who has only cultivated for more than ten years be truly matured.

Although Mr. Song is a good person, there are too many secrets hidden in him. Sooner or later, Xia Wuxin's unresponsive temperament will suffer.

Su Xieyue stepped forward, half leaning on the green bamboo pillow, touching Xia Wuxin's head with her bare hands, thinking carefully.

Xia Wuxin didn't know what Su Xieyue had in her heart. She received the clothes from Song Yubai. She was too happy to find Bei for a long time. She got up and looked at it several times in the evening.

She always imagined that Song Yubai was wearing a plain white robe, and the desk was full of scrolls and pens. With a cold face, she felt out of place, and she was very cute.

When I woke up early the next morning, my mind was quite chaotic.

The flat peach banquet can be regarded as a feast for the old gods in the fairy world. The Queen Mother of Kunlun hosted a banquet. Many gods who have been hidden for a long time will be there. Therefore, originally only Xia Chunqiu was invited, but under the efforts of Xia Chunqiu, more Take a few disciples as the left and right followers.

Therefore, there is no chance for Wei Yili's kind. In the end, only a few people can accompany it.

The crowd gathered, Xia Chunqiu rarely sacrificed a magic weapon other than the soul whip. It was a four-ring brass cauldron, half-floating in the air, swelling rapidly, and it was as big as a hill in a short while.

The gods above the gods can use magical instruments or petting beasts to travel, but petting beasts is rare, so most of them can still use magical instruments. Normal swords, jade pendants, compasses, etc. are more suitable.

It is a pity that Xia Chunqiu is different from ordinary people. The magical artifact is a furnace ding, so in addition to alchemy, it is not often used, because if it is a big ding, it is really weird.

But Kunlun Mountain is far to the south of the West Sea. After Chishui, it is separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, several times farther than the North Sea.

You can only use this furnace.

Xia Wuxin pulled Su Xieyue and jumped into the tripod in amazement. The sound of landing was deafening. She hurriedly covered her ears, leaned close to Su Xieyue's ear, and whispered: "Senior Sister, can your fan fly?"

Su Xieyue's expression was subtle, she reached out and touched the brass tripod wall: "It can be, but it can't be so disrespectful to the master, nothing else, but in a few days, it will be forbearance."

As soon as she finished speaking, everyone entered the cauldron. They were all startled by the darkness and looked at each other, but they didn't dare to say anything. They all found a corner and sat down.

Xia Chunqiu was the last one to come in. Song Yubai was with him. She was long and light, with her waist swaying. She was busy holding on to something to stand still, and sighed.

Xia Wuxin suddenly raised her eyes, and the two happened to look at each other. Song Yubai had no expression on her face, but suddenly turned around, looked at Dingbi with her hand held down, and said nothing.

Across the crowd, Xia Wuxin could perceive that the atmosphere was not right. Just about to step forward, Xia Chunqiu suddenly raised his hand, and the furnace ding rose into the sky, plunged into the sky and floated steadily on the cloud.

The furnace was sultry, and a few people flew up to the wall of the tripod, sitting on the top of the wall, chatting and laughing, but Xia Chunqiu seemed to be in a good mood. Without the viciousness of the past, everyone let go.

"Unintentional, come up quickly!" Yanqiao stood firmly on the top, shouting at the inside of the tripod, the sound hit the brass, forming an echo.

Xia Wuxin was about to refuse, Su Xieyue on the side took her arm and forcibly led her to the edge. The unobstructed wind immediately wrapped the two of them in it. Underneath was a soft and delicate cloud, which was following Luding. Go forward, go back quickly.

From time to time, there are mountains and rivers and peaks flashing through the gaps of clouds and mists, dark green trees and black gray stone walls criss-cross, and occasionally some towns and pavilions can be seen, which is the prosperous world of the world.

Xia Wuxin was fascinated by the scenery for a while.

"This Kunlun Mountain, I don't know if my master will go." Chi Yao yelled at the distant clouds, then sat down, expecting.

"Are you homesick?" Su Xieyue said with a beaming smile, and sat down with her, stretching out Xia Wuxin's clothes.

However, Xia Wuxin couldn't help it, lowered her head and looked inside the cauldron. Now only Song Yubai was left inside. She was sitting cross-legged in the corner, looking down, and she looked very small.

In the huge and dim road ding, that body was extremely lonely.

Some sorrow and grief rose in Xia Wuxin's heart, lightly patted Su Xieyue, and jumped down. Su Xieyue had no time to say anything, so she had to withdraw her outstretched hand.

"Oh, Xieyue, these things are not uncommon nowadays, we gods don't stick to this, not to mention Mr. Song is both knowledgeable and good-looking, and worthy of unintentional." Yanqiao saw that Su Xieyue was wrong. , Whispered in her ear.

Chi Yao on the side heard the words, and suddenly choked out: "Big brother's words are terrible, Xia Wuxin is not learning and skillful, and the immortal technique is poor. How can he be worthy of a good person like Mr. Song."

She had heard the rumors a long time ago. After being shocked, she struck her chest and feet for a while, blaming herself for being slow. She never saw that it was wrong. She believed in Xia Wuxin's nonsense and gave up chasing Song Yubai.

This matter has been boring in her heart, and she became angry when she mentioned it, and she was so angry that she could not wait to eat Xia Wuxin alive.

"How Wuxin is not worthy of Mr. Song, a half immortal, a mortal, if not worthy, it should be the latter!" Su Xieyue suddenly said, her words were calm, but Xing's eyes were wide open, obviously angry.

Everyone was silent, staring at each other, especially Chi Yao, too shocked to speak.

Su Xieyue's gentle and gentle temperament is notorious, and she has never spoken so harshly, so no one dared to speak any more, and one after another changed the topic, chatting about the coolness of autumn and the temperature when the temperature will be cold.

On the other end, Xia Wuxin didn't know the words of others, she was slowly approaching Song Yubai and slowly squatting down in front of her.

"What?" Song Yubai opened a pair of colored glaze eyes and said indifferently.

"It's so boring, how about taking my husband up?" Xia Wuxin said softly.

"No need." Song Yubai lowered his eyes and continued to close his eyes.

Seeing that her forehead was sweating, Xia Wuxin knew that she was stiff mouth again, so without saying anything, she reached out to hold her wrist and rose into the air, standing on the smooth brass.

She was a half immortal standing still, but Song Yubai immediately slipped under her feet, grabbing Xia Wuxin's skirt, and then she stopped. At the same time, she also dragged Xia Wuxin in front of him, looking from a distance, like Take the initiative to throw in your arms.

Song Yubai realized it himself, and quickly let go of his hand, turned to face the clouds, his heart was like a drum, and his suffocation also came to his heart.

The furnace tripod suddenly shook, and she was not standing still, so Xia Wuxin stood at the back, swept her waist, held her slender body, and trapped people in her arms.

The cool breeze blows away the clouds and mist, and also blows away the hair and robes of the two, like a banner hunting and hunting, it is much more comfortable than the inside.

Only with one hand on his waist, Song Yubai couldn't tell whether he was hot or cold now.

"You threw it away," she said suddenly, her voice clear and cold. She saw Xia Wuxin at the first glance today, and she was upset until now. The clothes were real cloud brocade woven from the sunset. She kept them for a long time, sewn them with stitches, and gave them all to Xia Wuxin.

But she didn't wear it.

"Here." Xia Wuxin poked the bulging baggage on his back, smiling so that his eyes were bent into crescents.

"Mister made it by myself. I don't want to wear it now. I have to wait until the day of the flat peach feast." Xia Wuxin shook the package proudly. "If it is possible, I would never want to wear it forever. ."