Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

"You wait for me." Mr. Fatty flexibly stretched his carp, jumped up, and caught up with Feng Qingyue, but then he felt something was wrong, "Hey, who are you, why do you want me to listen to you?"

"Let's go." Feng Qingyue turned her head, held the sword, and hit the fat man's head without hesitation.

"Stop!" Mr. Fatty said seriously, although he had a drake voice, it was not powerful.

"What?" Feng Qingyue tilted her head, and swept her eyes lightly.

"Why did you hit me?" Mr. Fatty subconsciously jumped up and covered his head. [

"I'm sorry." Feng Qingyue squinted her eyes, looking at this funny fat man.All the haze from before was swept away.Sure enough, one's own happiness is based on the pain of others.

Feng Qingyue's life creed is like this.Don't care about the past, don't care about the future, as long as you are in the present, you can do whatever you want.A kind of nostalgia for the past will always live in the shadow of the past.If you keep looking forward to the future, you will become a slave to that vision.Only grasping the present is the most important thing.Regardless of the wind and rain, let him have the sea and the sky, as long as I live every day now, I can do whatever I want.

Time travel, so what.She's still her, she's just her, and that's enough.

Walking slowly, there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but the dirty mud spots on his face really didn't look very beautiful.

Mr. Fatty followed up by a ghost, looked at this inexplicable woman, and clenched his fists with some resentment.I really don't understand why he wants to save this woman!However, in this world, there is definitely no second person who can sleep peacefully under such circumstances.

"Hey, little fat." Feng Qingyue seemed to remember something, and greeted Mr. Fatty, as if she had known him for a long time.

"You woman, my young master's name is Lang Shaobai, so you're not some chubby!" Mr. Fatty's mouth twitched.

"Understood. Pangpang, where can I eat?" Feng Qingyue said to herself.

"You can eat when you enter the city. Also, my name is Lang Shaobai." Mr. Fatty continued to argue weakly.

"Oh." Feng Qingyue responded slowly.Mr. Fatty rolled his eyes, but he was not called chubby anymore.Feng Qingyue walked in front, and Mr. Fatty followed behind holding up a small pink umbrella. The two of them walked like this for a long time.

"Little Pangpang, do you know the way to get into the city, how to get there?" Feng Qingyue walked for a long time, then suddenly turned around and asked.

"What?" Little Pangpang, ah, that's not right, it's Mr. Fatty, his left foot was tripped by his right foot, and he staggered. That face, which was like a big cake, rushed to the ground and kissed it.However, when the face was still three centimeters away from the ground, I twisted my waist, and when I was about to stand up, I 'clicked' my waist and twisted.That chubby face was actually pressed to the ground.The little pink umbrella also fell into the mud.

Mr. Fatty leaned on the small pink umbrella, stood up slowly, took out a small pink handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his face lightly. Looking at Feng Qingyue.

"You woman, you don't know the way, you are still leading the way, you don't know the direction, you still walk around recklessly, you, you, you, you, you..."