For spiritual practitioners, the length of life is determined by strength. For example, such a realm like Feng Qing, one or two years is a blink of an eye.

For a few months, the spiritual people are more dull than ordinary people.

But even so, Qin Mufeng sat under the sycamore trees, watching the tree body of the sycamore tree for more than half a day, and still felt that it was like a year.

Feng Zhao had already left with the first year and Xiangxiang. Only the snake stayed on the back of the cricket, and turned into a small snake -shaped plate in a slightly farther distance. It seemed to sleep.

Qin Mufeng opened his eyes as usual as usual, watching Feng Qing's disappearance of the position of the trunk, and a pair of deep eyes seemed to have no emotions, and it seemed to be full of thoughts and expectations.

In the trunk, Feng Qing was lying in a vacuum tree hole, but just asleep.

She forgot all of the past, but just slept sweetly. And her heart was very sleepy deeply, reminding her not to wake up.

Until one day she heard a crispy milk incense shouting, "Mother, mother wake up, accompany me to play with me."

She opened her eyes and looked at the softness around her. She was sitting beside her with a pure white shirt and pushed her little baby with a small meat hand.

"What do you call me?" Feng Qing sat up and found that there was a fog around, like a fantasy realm.

"Mother, you are my mother." The little girl crooked her head, a pair of stars that were exactly the same as Feng Qing, and stared at Feng Qing in a bright crystal clearly, as if saying "Why doesn't the mother know her?"

Feng Qing's heart was about to melt, and a little girl was hugged: "Do you say you are my daughter? Then what evidence do you have?"

The little girl blinked her eyes and kissed Feng Qing's face. She laughed with only three or two Xiaomi teeth: "The mother called my baby, I lived in the mother's belly for a long time, and I came out for a long time.

Mother, do you like your baby? "

Feng Qing laughed, and also kissed the little girl's face, and her milk and soft touch: "Like it, how can I not like it?"

"Don't blame your baby, the baby does not deliberately hurt the mother." The little girl held Feng Qing's face, and said, "Mother, my mother, I will be the best baby after I was born.

Angry. ""

"Okay. I won't be angry!"

Say this, the little girl and Feng Qing giggled together.

Feng Qing, who was closed, hooked up at the corner of his mouth.

And standing next to Feng Qing, His Holiness, who was translucent, saw the smile of Feng Qing's mouth. When he moved his eyes, he saw Feng Qing's bulging belly slightly moved, and suddenly sighed.

"Finally, I have to give birth. The girl, the girl, the girl, and I do n’t know if I helped you or you helped me this time.

You, this time is the last time my old sycamore tree helped you. We, see you again. "

Speaking of the translucent Indus of the sycamore disappeared directly, it turned into a turquoise light into the belly of Feng Qing, and the inside of the surrounding sycamore trees also turned into a stranded green light from the inside out to

It seems that countless silk threads are usually drilled into Feng Qing's stomach.

Feng Qing only felt that his lower body was painful, and suddenly woke up from his dream, and couldn't help but exhale: "Ah!"

In the outside world, Qin Mufeng found a little wrong in the golden light where the submarine tree was changing in an orderly manner. He stood up from the ground and stared at the Indus tree tightly.

However, seeing that the sycamore trees began to become more and more transparent, it seemed that it seemed to be directly drawn away from the inside.

At the same time, in the forest city, the wooden dragon spiritual wood began to wither. The wooden dragon spirit wood that had never appeared in the leaves had never appeared. The huge, like the leaves like dragon claws began to yellow quickly, falling off from the tree.

"Your Majesty, look at it, Mu Long Lingmu!" Mu Yan pointed at the wooden dragon spirit in the sky.

Mumu West, who has become the queen of the forest, watched the wooden dragon spiritual leaves that fluttered from the air, and had completely withered. They reached out and caught a piece, and the face was dignified.

"His Holiness, something happened."

Her voice spreads with spiritual power, and everyone, including Murha and Mu Sinan around, was instantly dignified.

Mu Liu didn't know when it would appear next to Mumu's west, reaching out to pick up the dead leaves in Mumu's hand.

"The wooden dragon spiritual wood is planted by the His Holiness himself, which is closely related to the body's ontology. Now this situation can only show that the His Holiness has been feathered."

"His Holiness is choosing to leave the city of the forest. No one in this world can barely make any decisions, so we should respect any choice of His Holiness." Mu Liu reached out to hold Muxi's shoulders and comforted the sound.

Yes, no one can intervene in the choice of His Holiness Wutong. Even if every city in the forest city does not want to divide the respect, he is still not qualified to stop the His Holiness.

It is also prosperous and prosperous.

Only every choice of respecting His Holiness, maintain supreme respect in your heart.

"To the order, block the wooden dragons around, no one is allowed to approach!" Even if the wooden dragon spiritual wood withered, it was also the wooden dragon spirit wood, and anyone would not have a trace of disrespect!

The wooden dragon spiritual wood in the forest is withered, and the sycamore trees above the South China Sea are becoming more and more transparent, until they finally turn into two golden apertures.

One big and one small.

The big golden aperture dissipated, showing Feng Qing, holding a baby in his hands.

Qin Mufeng flashed an incredible joy on his face. At the same time, the big snake in the distance quickly transformed into an adult shape.

"Seven Grandpa." Feng Qing hugged the baby who was temporarily wrapped in the cloak and showed a gentle smile to Qin Mufeng.

In her opinion, she just slept, and she didn't feel how long time had passed. But for more than eight months of Qin Mufeng's experience, it seems that if she has spent thousands of years.

As soon as he flashed, he appeared in front of Feng Qing, holding people tightly, his movements were very light, but he was not allowed to break free: "Qing Qing."

Hearing the low -dumb magnetic sound with depressive thoughts and crickets, Feng Qing took the baby with a song, and hugged Qin Mufeng in one hand.

"I'm here, let you have been waiting for a long time."

Qin Mufeng hugged tighter and tighter. It seemed that Feng Qing was really in his arms through hugs. But Feng Qing was worried about the child in his arms and could only be born.

"Qiye, you, wait, and your baby, you can't hurt her."

Qin Mufeng really let go of Feng Qing, looked down at the sleeping little baby girl with a smile, frowned gently, frowned,

"Really ugly." Qin Mufeng even lost it out: "Big Snake."

Then hold Feng Qing tightly again.
Chapter completed!