It's mingyuejun who recites the poem. However, she keeps jumping and flying with the poem. A long sword dances naturally and elegantly. When she's leisurely, she looks like a dragon and dissolves countless dangerous moves. When she's in high spirits, she laughs at the scorching sun, but the moves are not false. When people cry, they don't hurt their parents. The confidence and pride between the eyebrows and eyes are even more bright, He rubbed his eyes again, wondering why, even without the magic guqin, the girl could turn into the tempting spirit in a flash. She only felt that there was a charming little dragon in her heart, constantly jumping and rolling, which was shocking and inexplicable.
No one dares to step forward after a set of graceful but fierce sword techniques are finished. However, mingyuejun uses his sword to pick the Phoenix which he doesn't know when to fall to the ground: "Oh... Phoenix! It's also called Phoenix? " At the end of the speech, the hand rises and the sword falls, three times two divide two, that Phoenix diagram has already disintegrated.
"Ah! My Phoenix! How can you? " Yu Mengxue is heartbroken when she sees her painting destroyed. She picks up pieces of paper in a hurry and raises her eyes to question mingyuejun. Unexpectedly, mingyuejun hugs her waist and asks softly, "do you want to know what a phoenix is?" As she speaks, she gently blows a breath to yumengxue's cochlea. She is indescribable and romantic. Her eyes seem to be confused. It makes her feel sad. Rao Shi is also a daughter. Yumengxue's face is still red and her heart beats. Her whole body is soft. She can only look at her with a pair of bright eyes.
But see that cherry lips slightly stretch out a sultry radian, spit out a light and soft, sentimental words: "the rebirth of the fire, can be called Phoenix. Do you know what reincarnation is? Hehe... It doesn't matter if you don't know. Although I can't let you know what is rebirth, you can still feel the feeling of rebirth. "
"What?" Just before Yu Mengxue could react, she was already thrown into the large paint bucket prepared for the competition. The struggling person propped herself up and saw mingyuejun, who was looking at her hair with a face beside the bucket. Suddenly, a kind of creepy feeling flashed across her whole body and asked: "you... What are you going to do?"
"Tut tut! What beautiful hair Mingyuejun shook his head and exclaimed, "just make me a brush."
Once again, before realizing what happened, yumengxue felt that she was thrown into the air and hit a white wall in front of her. However, when she was about to hit the wall, her feet seemed to be grabbed by a strap again. Then she couldn't help flying up and down, left and right. During that time, she almost hit the wall, I don't know when I seem to be joined by many people like myself. I can't tell whether it's a man or a woman, or whether it's always a little. I only feel that there is water pouring on me occasionally, but sometimes it's very subtle, like drizzle; From time to time, dribble clear, if sporadic light rain; Sometimes crackle fast and urgent, hit life pain if storm; Now and then, when the cliff falls are pouring, people can't breathe. Only then can we understand what "bathing water" is. In his patience, he felt that although he was a "bath", he was afraid that he could not be "reborn". He sighed: in the past, he always felt that life was just like this.