Transmigrating into a Doll Princess: Pink Princess

The man beside her was wearing a pure black robe, with jet-black hair loose, although his appearance was no different from that of Jia Ruo.

But the complexion is much healthier than Gajaro.

And its clothing is a very ancient style.

There are extremely complicated dark lines on it, like some ancient spell...

On the screen, the two of them are in a river. [

The river water was very green and clear, and the woman was immersed in the water in a strange posture, her small face was full of impatience.

Two small hands unconsciously slapped the water surface, splashing circles and ripples.

Suddenly he spoke: "I don't want to practice anymore, I'm exhausted."

But the man stood on the river out of thin air, and the wind blew his black robe, fluttering about.

His face was pale, with almost no expression: "No, you are the future king of the Nuwa clan, how can you succeed without magical skills? Feng Luoer, hold on for a while."

The woman named Feng Luo'er curled her mouth slightly, almost crying: "But this water is so sad, it seems like there are countless knives cutting me, I don't want to be a king, I just want to be a free wind Luo Er, High Priest Xuanyuan, I don't want to practice anymore!"

She seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and finally jumped out of the water, and the cyan snake tail splashed beautifully.

High Priest Xuanyuan flicked his sleeves, as if an invisible hand was pressing on Feng Luo'er.

With a plop, Feng Luoer fell back into the water again.

Her little face immediately wrinkled into a ball: "No, I don't want to practice anymore!" She sat in the water and burst into tears.

High Priest Xuanyuan seemed to have a headache, and sighed: "Feng Luo'er, your father entrusted you to me, and I will always be responsible for you."

Feng Luoer suddenly jumped up and hugged High Priest Xuanyuan's waist, with a doggy smile on his face: "High Priest Xuanyuan, anyway, you are my fiancé-in-law, as long as your magic power is high, you will Protect me forever, right? Then what's the use of me practicing this laoshizi?"

Grand Priest Xuanyuan froze, with a wry smile on Jun's face, he touched Feng Luo'er's head: "Feng Luo'er, I have my responsibility, you are the future king of the Nuwa clan, you will not succeed in anything ?”