Feng Yi took a deep breath: "You are the daughter of the Demon Realm Fox King and the Hundred Flowers Fairy, Su Ci, a mimosa, and my wife." ”

Su Ci lifted her long eyelashes, pursed her lips and said, "I'm not, I'm a money jar essence." ”

She tilted her head slightly and said seriously, "I don't have a husband either." ”

After she finished saying this.

Su Ci saw that the person in front of him had turned into a huge black dragon.

She was thrown up.

The girl couldn't help but hold the dragon scales.

Feng Yi took people to see the place where they first met.

Su Ci listened to him speak in a slightly suppressed voice, but he didn't have the slightest impression.

But.

She touched the scales.

Stretched out his little hand and hugged it.

Cold, cold.

It's so comfortable.

Next.

Su Ci stayed by the side of this black dragon, and the other party didn't let her go anywhere.

It's really overbearing.

She lay on the black dragon's body, grabbed his dragon whiskers with her small hands, and asked softly with some curiosity, "Are you a monster?" Or a fairy? ”

Feng Yi listened with a cold temper, looked at the girl intently, and emphasized word by word.

"I'm your husband."

The money jar spirit shook his head: "I don't have a husband, I'm just a jar." ”

Feng Yi didn't speak, and directly turned the girl back into the prototype.

A mimosa.

He stretched out his finger, touched it, and said coldly, "Look at yourself." ”

Su Ci lowered his head and saw that he was not a jar, but a grass.

She was a little dazed.

She still wants to be a money jar spirit, and she doesn't want to become a grass.

Moreover, as soon as this person touched her, she was a little shy.

Su Ci thought to herself, this black dragon may really be her husband, because he has to hold himself when he sleeps at night.

In the past, when those people fought for her, they hid it well.

Feng Yi hugged the restless girl and said coldly: "Don't move!" ”

Su Ci grabbed his clothes, and looked at him with watery beautiful eyes: "Are you really my husband?" ”

Feng Yi's lips tightened, and her phoenix eyes looked at it: "You and I have the truth of husband and wife, what do you say." ”

Su Ci couldn't help but purse her lips.

It seems that this cold-tempered and arrogant person is really her husband.

It's just that.

She's a money-jar spirit, what kind of thing will she give birth to with a black dragon?

Su Ci was a little curious, so she also asked sincerely.

Feng Yi lowered his head and looked fixedly: "Do you really want to know?" ”

Su Ci nodded curiously.

She's a studious jar baby.

Feng Yi said in a low voice: "Then you come over some." ”

Su Ci blinked and moved over.

Slightly looking up at his little face, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

Feng Yifeng's eyes were deep: "Come over some more." ”

Su Ci felt that this person was a little troublesome, but she still leaned over very obediently.

Then he was taken into his arms.

Feng Yi lowered his head, and a warm snort poured down: "This hall will tell you." ”

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The money jar spirit felt that the taste of this black dragon was too strange, she was just a jar, and he could handle it.

But she was inexplicably a little close to this black dragon.

Especially the dragon scales holding him.

Squinted slightly.

Not.

If only he were golden.

Two days later.

Lao Jun finally rushed out the antidote and sent it over.

The first thing Su Ci did to recover his memory was to become a prototype and bury himself.

Feng Yi: "Well, this hall also wants to discuss with you what kind of things dragons and grass can grow." ”

Su Ci thought to herself.

Throw the grass.

Also lose money jars.

How could she ask such a question.