"I'll give him this thing back." Feng Qingyu finished speaking and disappeared.

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Outside the Snow Valley

The heavy snow was still flying, dancing in the air.

Feng Qingyu had just arrived outside the Rongxue Valley and stopped. A petite figure stood in front of the Rongxue Valley's gate.

She was wearing a red dress, twelve or thirteen years old, with white teeth and red lips like a little dragon girl on a painting...

She looks familiar, Feng Qingyu

After wandering around in my mind, I immediately remembered her identity - Qinghuan!

The female disciples that Indra was accepted by him when he was in the Heavenly Court!

What did she do?

Qinghuan was wandering outside the valley. It was obvious that she was blocked by the barrier outside the door and could not enter at all.

When I turned around, I saw Feng Qingyu. My eyes lit up and my body moved, I flew to Feng Qingyu. She was a completely taller than Feng Qingyu and leaned down slightly: "Are you the Emperor's servant boy?"

The sound is as crisp as flowing water.

Another sentence was added later: "So cute!"

Feng Qingyu was still seven or eight years old at this time, with two flower buds on her head, a flaming mole on her eyebrows, big eyes, moist and fair skin like a baby, and her lips were tender pink.

Wearing a snow-white fur, she looks like a delicate freshly budded forsythia, so beautiful that she can't take her eyes away.

Feng Qingyu took a step back. She didn't like this height disadvantage very much. She blinked: "Who are you?"

The sound is tender, like a spring breeze blowing towards March.

"I am the disciple of the Emperor, and I come to visit my master." Qinghuan showed a smile he thought was the most appropriate and looked at Feng Qingyu: "You are the master's servant boy, right? Well, lead the way ahead."

Although she is not big, she has a sense of condescending and lofty taste.

Although the eyes looked at Feng Qingyu were gentle, they also had a hint of superiority as a god...

Feng Qingyu's appearance is very different from before, and she looks like a boy, so no wonder Qinghuan doesn't recognize her.

Qinghuan's magic power is low, so naturally she can't see the faint fairy aura surrounding Feng Qingyu. She thought she was just a child on earth...

Feng Qingyu smiled, her smile was innocent and cute, and the spring blossomed: "So you are a disciple of the National Master, why don't you go in?"

Qinghuan was suffocated. In front of this little boy, she couldn't say that she was blocked by the barrier and could not enter at all.

"I—well, I just came here and was about to go in, but I happened to meet you. This is my first time here, so you can lead the way." The muscles on Qinghuan's pretty face were about to be sore.

Feng Qingyu blinked his big eyes: "The barrier here is designed by the National Master. His disciples can crack it. Why don't you?"

She opened her mouth slightly and looked at Qinghuan innocently. Her voice was tender and crisp, and she really looked like a seven or eight-year-old child.

Not a cute kid!

He only stepped on her painful feet when speaking!
Chapter completed!