Wu Jingyu gave up a little trick and shook his ring finger proudly. There was a black jade ring of the same color on his ring finger, but the mist-like cloud pattern was made of nature, forming a soaring white dragon and phoenix. The ink-covered clouds and phoenixes on the fingers are placed together, which can be said to be a natural pair, which means that the dragon and the phoenix are auspicious.
"What's the magic use?" Feng Qingzhuang said coldly.
"Mo Yin Yunfeng is not only the holy ring of the Holy Moon Clan, but also a space illusion device. It has the function of storing things. If you move your heart at will, you can put whatever you want into Mo Yin Yunfeng by concentrating your mind and trying to move it. "Yin Yun Feng Zhong" Wu Jingyu's Qishang Saixue's face was hung with a light smile as clear as water, with a phoenix makeup, and his dark handsome eyes were shining like obsidian, with tenderness overflowing, and he said slowly
Hearing this, Feng Qingzhuang's cold and beautiful eyes showed an unbelievable look. She took two steps forward and hooked her foot. The wooden stick thrown by Feng Simei on the ground was held in her hand. Feng Qingzhuang thought about it and held it. The wooden stick in his hand mysteriously disappeared out of thin air. With a thought, the disappearing wooden stick was once again held in his hand.
"It's so amazing. Since this Mo Yu ring still has a little effect, I won't care about today's matter." Looking down at the Mo Yin Yun Phoenix ring on her ring finger, Feng Qingzhuang couldn't help but curl her lips. Slightly curved secret passage, wearing such a space ring is not bad, at least in this ancient time when transportation is inconvenient, no matter where you go, there is no need for big or small bags, and you are light without bags.
"Zhuang'er, there's one thing I haven't said yet." Looking at Feng Qingzhuang's smiling face and smelling the refreshing magnolia fragrance emanating from her body, Wu Jingyu was intoxicated for a moment and then cautiously tried.
"Say!" After getting such a treasure, Feng Qingzhuang's depression disappeared without a trace, she was in a happy mood and said without raising her head.
"Mo Yin Yunfeng is a thing worn by the wives of all the patriarchs of the Shengyue Clan. Now it is worn on your hand. Zhuang'er, are you willing to be my wife?" Wu Jingyu clenched his hands tightly in his sleeves and looked at her. The man who still lowered his head and smiled took a deep breath and asked nervously
After hearing this, Feng Qingzhuang's good mood suddenly disappeared. She frowned in displeasure and immediately relaxed her eyebrows. She raised her head and looked at the extremely nervous Wu Jingyu opposite with a smile. The smile overflowed, and the cold eyes were like a deep pool, bottomless, making it impossible to guess what was in the heart.
Wu Jingyu was instantly lost in this smile that was as bright as the rosy clouds. His heart was beating violently uncontrollably, almost about to jump out of his chest. His hand with clear joints caressed the violently rising and falling chest, and his eyes were full of love. , looking at the breathtaking and magnificent person with fascination, not knowing that the danger is approaching
"If you want me to be your wife, then first ask if you agree with the stick in my hand?" Feng Qingzhuang's cold eyes suddenly turned cold, and the wooden stick in her hand was pointed at Wu Jingyu mercilessly. Call
Damn, if you dare to scheme against me, I will let you suffer first, and then I will slowly settle the score with you.
"Zhuang'er, I was wrong. I don't dare to have any wrong thoughts anymore." Wu Jingyu dodged and repeatedly begged for mercy. In fact, with his unfathomable martial arts, he could completely avoid the stick struck by Feng Qingzhuang. But he knew clearly that if he didn't let her calm down today, it would be difficult to get even remotely close to her in the future! Let alone seek her affections.