The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

"I'll give it back to him." After Feng Qingyu finished speaking, the person disappeared.

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outside snowmelt valley

The heavy snow is still flying, dancing in the air one after another.

As soon as Feng Qingyu arrived outside Melting Snow Valley, she stopped, and there was a petite figure standing in front of the gate of Melting Snow Valley. [

Wearing a set of water-red clothes, twelve or thirteen years old, with white teeth and red lips, she looks like the little dragon girl in the painting...

Her appearance looks familiar, Feng Qingyu

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

The female disciple that Di Shiyin accepted when he was in Heaven!

What is she here for?

Qing Huan was wandering outside the valley, obviously she was blocked by the barrier outside the door and couldn't get in at all.

I turned around and saw Feng Qingyu, her eyes lit up, her body moved, and she flew to Feng Qingyu's side, she was a whole head taller than Feng Qingyu, she bent slightly: "Are you—the emperor's servant boy? "

The voice is as delicate and crisp as running water.

Then added: "So cute!"

At this time, Feng Qingyu was still seven or eight years old, with two flower buns on her head, a little flame mole between her eyebrows, big eyes, moist and fair skin like a baby, and fresh pink lips.

Wearing a snow-white fur, the whole figure is like a delicate and newly budding winter jasmine, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off.

Feng Qingyu took a step back, she didn't like this kind of disadvantage in height, she blinked: "You are?"

The voice is delicate and tender, like a ray of spring breeze blowing head-on in March.

"I am the emperor's disciple, and I came to visit Master." Qing Huan smiled what she thought was the most appropriate, and looked at Feng Qingyu: "Are you Master's servant boy? Well, lead the way."

Although she is not big, she has a condescending and superior taste.

Although the gaze that looked at Feng Qingyu was gentle, it also carried a trace of the superiority of being a god...

Feng Qingyu's appearance was quite different from before, and she looked like a boy again, no wonder Qing Huan didn't recognize her.

Qing Huan's mana is low, so naturally she can't see the fairy aura surrounding Feng Qingyu, and thinks she is just a child in the world...

Feng Qingyu smiled innocently and cutely, with the warmth of spring blooming: "So you are the disciple of Master Guoshi, why don't you go in?" [

Qing Huan suffocated, in front of this little boy, she couldn't say that she was blocked by the barrier and couldn't get in at all——

"I—er, 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 Qing Huanqiao's face were sore from laughter.

Feng Qingyu blinked her big eyes: "The enchantment here was set up by the National Teacher, and his disciples can break it, why can't you?"

She opened her mouth slightly and looked at Qing Huan innocently, her voice was tender and clear, like a child of seven or eight years old.

What a cute kid!

Talk to step on her sore feet!

Qing Huan clenched her fists in her sleeves, and she still had a smile on her face: "This enchantment—I haven't learned it yet, okay, it's getting late, don't dawdle outside anymore, let's go in and talk about it?" Bleak 