Wu Yue smiled in approval, speaking like a younger brother when speaking, and speaking like a younger sister when speaking silently, with a smile on her face, just like a fox.
Qingjun didn't know whether he was short of words or was too angry to speak. His handsome white face was faintly blue.
Feng Feili rubbed his forehead. I'm afraid this breakfast would have to be done in the smoke of gunpowder.
"Qiongying, what kind of food do you like to eat on weekdays?" Wu Yue changed the subject and arguing with the child would indirectly belittle his IQ.
"I'm not picky about food." Qiong Ying thought for a while and then said. It's pretty much the same for her, there's nothing she particularly likes to eat.
"Good habit, I'm not picky about food either." Wu Yue was depressed, did the maid lie to him yesterday?
"Of course you are not picky about what you eat, because the food on the table all tastes the same." Qingjun smiled at her. The food was so bland that it had almost no taste, only the original taste.
Qiongying smiled and said nothing. She could taste different flavors of food. How could it be the same flavor?
"It's the original taste of the food." Feng Feili deliberately tasted all the food on the table, and they all tasted light.
He wasn't picky about food either, maybe because he didn't like any food, but at this moment, he tasted another taste and felt a little like it.
"That's it." Wu Yue also tasted it and suddenly realized.
The maid didn't lie to him. Xiao Qiongying's taste was indeed very unique. This was not good. Too many quirks would make him a weirdo.
Although everyone ate quietly, without tit-for-tat, chatting and laughing, there was still an undercurrent, and the smoke was only rising.
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For the next lunch and dinner, several people ate together, but the food on the table had changed to a normal taste.
It was not until dusk that the conflict between Qingjun and Wu Yue finally intensified.
In the square, the two people in white snow, red clothes, and blue plain robes faced each other, forming a beautiful picture, which is called "discussion".
"Child Qingjun, you can't beat me."
Wu Yue shook her feather fan, her plain robes fluttered, and because of his already immortal appearance, he looked like a banished immortal.
"Really?" Qingjun curled his lips coldly, a trace of killing intent flashed in his narrow eyes.
As soon as he finished speaking, a fire dragon shot up in the air, and the surrounding ice and snow melted instantly.
"Since you are so persistent, I have no choice but to accompany you." Wu Yue jumped lightly and landed on the ice sculpture on the pool.
This ice sculpture was just carved and has not yet taken shape, but it can be vaguely seen as a dragon leaping out of the water, with golden scales rising out of the pond.
The flames swept towards Wu Yue, white mist billowed up wherever it passed, and instantly turned into water vapor.
"It's okay to fight, but don't destroy my masterpiece. This is the ice sculpture I carved for your sister." Wu Yue shouted in a feigned panic.
"After winter, your ice sculptures will disappear." Qingjun snorted coldly, and the cold light in his eyes seemed to shoot the ice sculptures into pieces.
"What is there in the world that will not disappear? It completes the meaning of existence, even if it is a moment of brilliance, this is enough."
Wu Yue waved her sleeves, and the surrounding ice and snow were rolled up and thrown into the flying flames.
Sizzling, the flames of the fire gradually weakened, and the ice and snow turned into mist, filling the entire square.
"Then it shouldn't be born!" Qingjun sneered, raising the magic power to a higher level.
Suddenly, ice and fire intertwined, and there was a bang-bang collision.
There was chaos in the square.
Several cold-resistant trees around had collapsed, and even the blue stone bricks on the ground were lifted up.