"What? Master, the two sisters are about to give birth?"
Mingyu looked at the peerless red dress in front of him, surprised.
"Why are you so surprised? Ever since they came out of the Zixiao Palace, the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the East found their true form and had a secret talk with Emperor Xi for a long time. Then the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor and the Empress stayed in the Heavenly Palace and never left the palace."
Nuwa's evil corpse, the Wind Emperor, spoke seriously about the gossip about the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen of Heaven.
She picked up another handful of well water, the divine light of creation flickered, and in an instant, a new ghost appeared.
But its appearance is still extremely ugly.
"Oh, what's going on? I'm so angry." Feng Huang waved his sleeves irritably, and slapped the ghost back into the well, turning it into soul water.
Then she moved lightly, grabbed the boy who was about to run away, grabbed his face with her beautiful hands, and ravaged him hard.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~” The main body doesn’t pass on more of the talent of creation to me!”
"Uh~~uh~~ Master, be gentle, be gentle..." Following Feng Huang's movements, Mingyu's face was distorted, struggling hard, and her words were garbled.
"Traitor, don't move!"
The Feng Emperor frowned lightly and continued to ravage the young man.
A disciple or something is just a large toy. Anyway, that’s not what she thinks when she looks at the main body!
Of course, she couldn't say this. If she did, the boy would have to go around her next time.
"Let me play honestly... oh no, that... well, you are not allowed to move anyway. After a while, I will help you go to the Netherworld to save the ghost ancestor from having other thoughts!"
Feng Huang couldn't find the right wording, and felt a little uncomfortable with Mingyu's resentful eyes. Her beautiful eyes turned, and she made a promise to the young man with a guilty conscience.
"Okay." Mingyu responded with a sigh, giving up struggling and letting the Feng Emperor do what he did.
Then, Feng Huang's shining eyes moved slightly and he snapped his fingers.
Mingyu's white clothes were suddenly replaced by an indigo robe.
The collar and cuffs of the robe are embroidered with silver threads and cloud-patterned piping. A wide-brimmed blue auspicious cloud belt is tied around the waist. Her black hair is tied up and she wears a small silver crown inlaid with jade.
"Not bad!" Feng Huang looked up and down and nodded.
It seems that I have the talent for creation, but I clicked in the wrong direction.
Then she waved her sleeves, and the boy changed into purple clothes again.
Mingyu wears a golden silk spider-pattern belt of the same color around her waist, her black hair is tied up and fixed with a jade-gilt gold crown, and her slender body is straight.
Compared with the fairy-like white clothes, Mingyu's purple clothes dressed like this have a bit more unique nobility, making them appear unattainable.
Fenghuang nodded lightly: "This is not bad!"
In this way, Feng Huang, who developed a new way of playing the talent of creation, happily changed Mingyu's clothes.
Red clothes, black clothes, bright yellow clothes...
Mingyu is like a fitting rack, dressed in various outfits one after another.
He felt deeply helpless in his heart, but who knew that this person in front of him was his master? What else could we do?
until……
"Ahhhhhh~~~No, no, no, Master, you, you, you..." Mingyu was so embarrassed and angry that she shouted loudly.
"Don't be excited, it's so beautiful, it's perfect!" Feng Huang forcibly held down the struggling Mingyu.
She smiled crazily, with little stars in her eyes, and nodded from time to time, as if she was very satisfied with her "work".
In front of her, there was a "beautiful lady" dressed in pink. Her dignified appearance exuded an indescribable sense of charisma. Her black hair was hanging down, tied only with a pink hairband.
"Her" pink pores are gleaming with color, which can capture the soul and stir people's hearts. Her shameful and angry expression and coy behavior are even more arousing to endless daydreams.
"Master!"
Mingyu's blushing face was dripping with blood. He resisted desperately, and his aura shot straight to the sky. The mighty power of the avenue kept washing over him, and he was bound to wash away all his "filth"!
Seeing that the boy was furious, Fenghuang quickly comforted him: "Don't be excited, don't be excited, why don't I change it back for you?"
Then she reluctantly waved her hand, and Mingyu turned back into the handsome young man in white.
"What a pity, it's actually quite beautiful." Her tone was full of regret.
Mingyu bared his teeth and looked at his "scheming" master, wishing he could bite him!
How could anyone treat his own disciple like this?
I must find it...
"You are not allowed to go to me and complain!"
The Feng Emperor had a pretty face and threatened his boy fiercely.
"Huh!" Mingyu tilted his head and didn't look at her.
"Oh, if you really want to listen to me, don't tell her." Feng Huang turned Mingyu's head, seriousness written all over his beautiful face.
Seeing that the young man still refused to listen, she curled her lips and said jokingly: "If you tell her, she might scold me. But you have to believe that when the time comes, the person who changes your clothes will definitely transform you from a normal person."
Become two people!"
"!"
Mingyu was frightened, looked at Feng Huang with fear on his face, and swallowed.
He thought about his wife's temperament and felt that Feng Huang's words really made sense. Then he nodded listlessly: "I understand."
"Well done, the pain was not in vain!" Feng Huang touched the young man's head and was very satisfied.
A toy is a toy, but everyone has their own way of playing with it, and she doesn't want to share it with Nuwa.
"Well, Master, I plan to go back to heaven to have a look." Mingyu said cautiously.
The toy apprentice wants to run away, and the Feng Emperor is not happy.
"What? Are you annoying me? Are you going to report to her?" She frowned and looked at Mingyu breathlessly.
Mingyu's face turned bitter, and she quickly responded: "How dare I dislike Master! Didn't you just say that Sister Chang Xi and Sister Xihe were about to have a baby? I planned to visit, and I definitely didn't go to the Empress to report.
"
"What's good to see? It's fast, but you can't give it 18,000 years." Feng Huang muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, but he didn't stop Mingyu anymore.
Mingyu saw that Fenghuang was a little unhappy, and thought that she still had to rely on her to guard Yinshan, so she untied the red thread of marriage and put it in his hand.
"Master, why don't you let this little guy lend you a hand to relieve your boredom?"
"real?"
The Feng Emperor's eyes were bright, and he stared at the red thread of marriage in his hand without blinking, while the little matchmaker hid inside and shivered.
"Of course it's true." Mingyu ignored the matchmaker's begging for mercy and replied with a smile.
"Then leave quickly!"
With the new toys, the apprentice is useless.
Mingyu looked at Fenghuang in such a realistic manner, dumbfounded, and could only remind him: "Master, senior Zhen Yuanzi and the others have gone back to retreat. You should pay more attention to Gu Xiansi."
"I know, I know."
The Feng Emperor called out the matchmaker, waved his hand impatiently, and urged Mingyu to get on his way.
"Hey, Mingyu, wait, take these."
When Mingyu was about to leave, Feng Huang stopped him again.
A stream of light flashed, and a small bell and ten puppets fell into Mingyu's hands.
"It's not easy to give away your spiritual treasures, but these are good gifts."
Mingyu stared blankly at the thing in his hand, which was obviously prepared for him by Feng Huang.
"Thank you Master!"
"Oh, don't bow next time. If you bow again, be careful and I'll beat you!"
The peerless beauty made a gesture of pumping her fist and looked at the young man fiercely. She had just a hint of the temperament of an elder, but it disappeared in an instant.