Fang Zhiyuan wore a moon-white robe today, a beautiful young man in the turbid world, and a young man in the wind in the jade tree.

He came over and said, "Taoyao, I'm here."

Fenghua practiced the "Shura Divine Arts" overnight, and was full of energy and did not have the slightest fatigue of being a human being.

This is the difference between practitioners and ordinary people.

Seeing Mr. Fang coming from the original owner Tao Yao's heart, she took a lazily look at him without making any sound.

Even if she has practiced "Shura Divine Art", one night is not enough to allow her to communicate with humans normally.

Fang Zhiyuan was carrying a small bucket filled with clear water and placed it under the peach tree.

"Taoyao, it's time for you to drink water." Mr. Fang smiled. From the perspective of Fang's mansion, he should have whispered Fang Qiu's fair and slender hands, rolled up his sleeves in a virtual manner, held the gourd and melon in person, and gently and carefully circled the peach tree to water it.

He whispered while watering.

"Taoyao, today, Mr. Liu, Mr. Chen, asked me to go to the tea editorial chess, so I can't accompany you for more."

Tea editorial chess…

Feng Hua suddenly remembered that the original owner was ordered by Master Fang and Mrs. Fang to burn the maids and servants with books and trees while Fang was writing to him?!

"Young Master Fang, Youth Master Fang."

Fenghua shouted, but the frequency of the tree spirit's sound was different from that of humans, and Mr. Fang could not hear it at all.

After watering, Mr. Fang raised his hand and stroked the tree trunk. He spoke to her in a gentle voice, "Taoyao, I know you are spiritual. If one day you can speak to me."

"..." I want to talk to you, but unfortunately you can't hear it!

"Okay, the time agreed with Mr. Liu and Mr. Shen is almost here, I have to leave first, I may be a little late to come back today." Mr. Fang put the gourd and melon in a small bucket and sorted out the sleeves that were rolled up when watering the peach blossom tree just now.

The slow movements all exuded an elegant smell.

The gentle and affectionate voice was like the wife who was reminded by her husband before leaving.

Husband...wife...

What a hell metaphor?

Her Majesty has no expression and is in a conscience. I have no idea about the son of the other party.

This young master Fang is a serious fan of immortal cultivation, commonly known as the second-year young man.

Her Majesty the Queen has a high vision.

Apart from her male favorite, no one can give her the idea of ​​re-entering her harem.

After Mr. Fang gently gave instructions, he left with a small bucket.

Fenghua shouted behind him: "Wait--"

Oh, I can't hear it.

Unless she will practice to the point where she can speak.

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At the invitation of a friend, Mr. Fang left the mansion and went to the teahouse in the city, and had to return in the evening.

Yesterday, Mr. Fang, who had a dispute with Mr. Fang, was so angry that he threatened to burn his unemployed books and the tree he treasured in the courtyard.

Young Master Fang left Fang's mansion.

Mr. Fang ordered the maids and servants in the mansion, "Go and move out all the unofficial and strange stories hidden in the young master's study. Today I will burn all the things that have taken him to pieces!"

In the eyes of Mr. Fang, without these things, Mr. Fang would not always shout that there are immortals in the world who do not do their jobs and are determined to become immortals, so that they can get a master and get a good fortune for the Fang family!

so--

burn.
Chapter completed!