Chapter 1220 (1/2)

”Where's the water?”

Suddenly, hearing a cold voice in the distance, Liu Changqing looked back and saw a man walking slowly from the nine winding corridor of the Seven Star hall, with long hair like snow, a gorgeous and light moonlight robe, and slow sleeves like clouds.

Liu Changqing scratched his head and his ears were red. He dared not look Liu Fengliu's eyes directly. ”Long, elder, shui'er, she...”

”Well?”

Liu Fengliu came up to him and stroked his sleeve. His eyes had seen the hairball that had been shrunk into a ball by the Jade Pool. The excellent snow lotus in the pool usually had only roots.

He pinched his brow and sighed, ”water, you are greedy!”

Then he fished her up and put her in the palm of his hand. My body is too small. I don't know where I've gone for so many things.

When he turned to leave, he turned his head and gave Liu Changqing a cool glance. At that moment, he called Liu Changqing Leng to stay in place for a long time. It's as if something cold is coming in from the bottom of the foot, all the way down the bone marrow into the brain.

A monk in the Mahayana period can't bear a casual glance, even if he is just building a foundation.

When Liu Fengliu walked away holding Su Kui, Liu Changqing sat down with the pool and wiped the sweat on his head. My God, although he had never been punished since he entered the Seven Star hall.

But for him, if he is often tortured by this kind of eyes, it's better to let him get strong and get punished.

After all, physical torture is far from psychological torture, which makes people tremble bravely.

So delicate and beautiful a person, superior ability, is a little bit cold character, also water son can make him smile?