Chapter 787

With a soft smile, Xuanyuan Zishuang stretched out her small hand to hit the water and asked curiously, "Then, before I leave, can you answer me one more question?"

"Let's ask, let's ask, since I met you, there have been all kinds of annoying questions. Now you have to go back. As a parting gift, I will answer you directly." Hearing this question again, Feng Xingtian did not. After the previous troubled state, the person in front of him seemed to have countless questions that he did not know, and each question was childish and ridiculous. But after thinking about it, there is no longer an annoying follower to ask questions in the back, and it is boring to listen to.

But the next question about Xuanyuan Zishuang made the unprepared Feng Xingtian panic.

"What kind of woman do you like?"

What kind of thing, woman?

The heart suddenly trembled, Feng Xingtian's pupils shrank, slightly embarrassed to avoid Xuanyuan Zishuang's gaze, pretending to be very casual, shrugged and said: "This, how do I know. I like to be alone and at ease, As for the woman you like, um, it's good not to be annoying."

"Hee hee, do you think I'm annoying?" Xuanyuan Zishuang laughed while dragging his chin with both hands.

The corners of the mouth were split to the sides, revealing a mouthful of broken rhubarb teeth, and the two front teeth were still protruding outwards, not to mention Feng Xingtian, even Feng Qingge, who was standing on the side, directly stretched out his hands to cover his own. On his forehead, one hand fell on Mu Cangyun's shoulder, Feng Qingge said speechlessly, "I found that I'm still very nice to you. At first, I was a little fatter, but in the end the person I chose was not too exaggerated."

"It's just a skin, no matter if it's beautiful or ugly, it's what you see, or the heart." Mu Cangyun didn't react, maybe he was used to it.

Snapping her fingers, Feng Qingge dragged her chin and said: "No wonder, I was so fat and ugly before, so it was because of my heart. Then look, my heart is red or black. Don't say pink. Skeletons or something, disgusting, we are not big monks who have entered the Dao, talking about white bones and red powder. Just tell me, would you rather face a beautiful girl every day, or face a... um, just me Mother, how does a woman like this live?"

"This..." After hesitating for a while, Mu Cangyun smiled softly, the warm big hand fell on Feng Qingge's cheek, flicked her eyebrows, and smiled softly: "Are you beautiful or not? ugly?"

"Why are you kidding me? I'm asking you." Pushing away Mu Cangyun's hand, Feng Qingge said with a pout.

"Because... I don't live with you, do I live with Ying Zixu and them?" The shallow voice echoed in his ears, so soft and warm.

The whole body trembled, Feng Qingge subconsciously avoided Mu Cangyun and stood aside. Does she and Mu Cangyun live together? This question is so far away, so far away that she has never thought about it at all.

"Hahaha, I lied to you, look at you, what kind of nervousness is it?" The laughter like a silver bell echoed in the mountains, Xuanyuan Zishuang stood up, pointed at the Phoenix on the opposite side, and laughed: " In two days, it will be my good sister Lingxi's birthday. I promised her that I would bring her some good things back, and I couldn't break my promise. As for you... don't worry, when I return from the delivery, I will rely on Xiaohuo's breath. Looking for you, how is it?"

"It's okay, you come back, hurry up, leave quickly, don't come back." Flicking his hands, Feng Xingtian said impatiently, took out the gourd and took a sip, gritted his teeth and said: "Just because you were here, I didn't have a chance to eat it. If you left, I would stew it as soon as possible!"

"You dare, if you stew it, and I come back, I will shave and shave your hair." He glared at Feng Xingtian, Xuanyuan Zishuang smiled. The yellow-green clothes were dancing, and by the moonlight, she opened her arms and said with a smile, "Senior Xingtian, have you ever seen the Man Dance under the Moon?"

"Why, do you still want to dance?" Feng Xingtian looked at the people around him with interest, but nodded with satisfaction: "If you don't look at your face, this figure is quite good, with a veil, maybe I'm still interested. ."

It was just a joke, but Xuanyuan Zishuang squinted and laughed, picked up the veil on the ground, covered his face, and smiled softly: "Then, Senior Xingtian must always remember me, wait. I'm coming to find you, hee hee..." She turned her waist slightly, and the yellow-green shirt spun with her movements.

The toes are slightly pointed, and the graceful body dances gently in the moonlight. She is like an elf in the dark night, without the slightest vulgar atmosphere, her ink hair falls like a waterfall, falling in front of her, her eyes are like silk, just At a glance, it is enough to fascinate people. Gently swirling, dancing, the whole mountain is filled with her breath, so faint, like a hazy fairy mist, it is impossible to comprehend.

It was this casual dance that carried her unique aura. Those charming eyes swept across her heart as if they were electrified, and the veil slightly covered her face, drifting along with the breeze.

"This dance..." Mu Cangyun was stunned, his fingers on his waist lightly tapped, his eyes half-closed, "So familiar, it seems to be the dance performed by Saintess Xuanyuan when the Xuanyuan family worshiped. The man sees that it is showing his love. Once the man agrees, he will be the husband chosen by the saint for the rest of his life."

"What? Mu Cangyun, how do you know?" Although this dance is beautiful, Feng Qingge is not interested. She has only learned about these things, and doesn't know so many advanced skills, she just thinks it looks good. What a nice view. But Mu Cangyun was able to reveal the origin of this dance, which surprised her.

As soon as this question came out, Mu Cangyun was also stunned, looking at Feng Qingge in a daze, his eyebrows frowned slightly, yes, why does he know these things. It's just that when I saw this dance, I felt something popped out of my mind. At that moment, he didn't seem to be him, and he didn't even remember what he said.

What's going on here?

"Yes, anyway, you read more books than I do." With pouting, Feng Qingge stretched out her hand and swayed in front of Feng Xingtian's eyes, and said speechlessly: "Hey, Dad, you don't like my mother just like that. Right? Ehhh, come back to God, come back to God?"

"Senior Xingtian, if one day, I'm not me, will you still let me follow you and travel the world together?"

"Yes, no matter how you change, troublesome people will definitely not change."

"Then, I've grown up and won't bother you anymore?"

"Well...that's a nuisance too, in my eyes."

There is no eternal vow, no tragic parting, the two people standing on the shore looked at each other with a faint smile, in the eyes of the other party, they had already found the answer.