God-Level Choice

In fact, Chu Feng is quite satisfied, but to be a teacher who leads by example, you have to look good but you can do better, otherwise the students will swell.

blue butterfly

Today is the day of the Lanting Pavilion, but Chu Feng doesn't plan to leave too early, even if someone is hammering hard at the door of Don't Forget Pavilion, shouting non-stop.

"Smelly brother! It's getting late! The sun is on your ass, come out!"

The door of the forget-me-not restaurant opened, and it was Lengshuang.

"Miss Mu, my son said please come in." Leng Shuang smiled lightly as she looked at Mu Lingqing wearing a gauze blue dress, and at the untraceable figure behind Mu Lingqing.

It was Mu Ling who was stunned.

please come in.

Stinky big brother invited 29 to come in? Did you hear me right? Also, how does he know I'm not here alone?

Mu Lingqing doesn't believe in time, not because he doesn't believe in Chu Feng, but because he doesn't believe that he can walk in.

You know, this is completely different from going to the Forget-me-not Pavilion, sitting in the Orchid Pavilion and walking around, listening to Yuxuan's music. From ancient times to the present, except for Chu Feng, no one has ever been able to enter the Forget-me-not Pavilion "even no one has been able to push away the tab of the Jiji Pavilion door.

Tens of thousands of years have passed since Lanting Shusheng left. Don't forget that the door of the pavilion is always closed, like a woman deep in her heart, guarding the original opening tightly, silently waiting for the original person to come back.

However, instead of waiting for Lanting Shusheng, it waited for Chu Feng.

Don't forget what it's like inside the museum.

Lanting Shusheng is a symbol of the times. No one is not curious about her passion, and no one is unmoved.

Mu Lingqing was no exception.

When she followed Leng Shuang's feet to the threshold of the Don't Forget Pavilion, she could clearly feel the heart beating violently in her chest. She knew she was about to cross an era. If she continues like this, she might really be able to follow in Lanting Shusheng's footsteps.

She entered the cabinet.

She was not waiting for the footsteps of Lanting Shusheng, but for Chu Feng's back.

Chu Feng is making tea.

"Drink tea." The neither salty nor weak voice floated like smoke.

There was no pretense, just because the water was boiling, I made a pot of tea and poured several cups, and because Mu Lingqing had just arrived, I invited her to drink.

Mu Lingqing looked at Chu Feng, Xiumei panicked immediately, brother, what time is it, are you still in the mood to make tea here?

"Stop drinking!" she said.

Chu Feng Quemansi methodically picked up the water glass, blew a few times, then took a sip, smacked his lips, and praised: "For so long, only the taste of this tea is the same as before."

At this moment, his eyes fell on Mu Lingqing's back, and Mu Yuanqing's hand was holding another little god's hand.

The little Tianshen looks pure and cute, his black eyes are like deep pools in Shenyu Bay, full of aura. She is not tall, half shorter than Mu Lingqing. After she came to the 410 Forget-me-not Hall, she looked at it curiously, but soon she lowered her head cautiously, worried that looking more often would make the owner of the Forget-me-not hall unhappy.

Chu Feng looked at her and said, "She doesn't drink, you drink."

The little angel reached for the teacup.

"Hmph, don't drink butterflies!" Mu Lingqing said angrily.

The little god hesitated for a while, and slowly withdrew his eyes.

Mu Lingqing stared at Chu Feng and asked: "Master Smelly, do you remember what day it is today?"

"The day Lanting met." Said Chu Feng.

Hmph, is this called knowing? Mu Lingqing asked: "Are you still drinking tea here?"

Chu Fengyou said: "Sitting for a long time, my mouth is dry. My mouth is dry and I just want to drink a bowl of hot tea."