Rebirth of the famous daughter

Long Ying's kung fu was a little strange than Zhijun. For a moment, she fought in a state of no distinction between them. Feng Qingchen kept squinting at the battle between them. Suddenly, she noticed that Long Ying's hand seemed to be something wrong, as if there was something like a bamboo flute in her hand.

Suddenly, she thought of something, her face changed and she shouted loudly: "Jun is careful that he wants to use poison--"

It was too late to react. Long Ying smiled and took a few steps back slightly. Looking at the densely packed insects as the size of sesame, a look of pride flashed in her eyes.

"Damn it, you're cheating-" Feng Qingchen was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He looked at him worriedly as he was wrapped in the insects and turned into a cocoon. His eyes were fixed on you, afraid that he had missed something.

"Soldiers never get tired of deceit." Long Ying said this coldly, picked up the bamboo flute in his hand, and began to summon more insects. Suddenly - his face changed, and the bamboo flute at his mouth suddenly cracked, and one of the bamboo thorns pierced into his lips. He was pale and spit out a mouthful of blood, staring at the place surrounded by dense insects with disbelief.

A flute sound suddenly sounded, somewhat similar to the bamboo flute that Long Ying had blown before, but the sound of the flute was more domineering. Then he saw the dense insects that originally surrounded Jun dispersed, splitting a way for Jun who was playing the flute, and then flashing with his small wings and leaving.

"You can actually control the Gu song--" Long Ying said with a dim expression.

Jun put away the purple-gold jade flute in his hand, glanced at him lightly, walked over and hugged Feng Qingchen's waist, without even looking at him.

"I lost! Kill me!" Unexpectedly, after fighting for a lifetime, he was still a loser. Long Ying had no business in his eyes. Death might be a relief for him. He was so tired in this life.

Jun saw the desire to die in his eyes. In fact, he was also a pitiful person, and he was all destined to be deceived by fate!

He shook his hand and instantly there was a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand. He wanted to use his most powerful weapon to send him a ride, hoping that he would not live so hard in the next life. Feng Qingchen felt his thoughts at this moment, took the initiative to hold his hand tightly, nodded at him, and his eyes were full of support.

"You can't kill him first--" Just as Jun was about to kill Long Ying, a charming voice sounded, stopping his actions.

Jun frowned and turned his head to see who stopped him. When he saw this, he was stunned for a moment!

This...this is...

"Mom--" After a long time, he opened his mouth and called out the word "thousands of weight".

The woman who suddenly appeared looked in her thirties, and was born dignified and beautiful, with a wise light between her eyebrows. From the outline of her eyebrows, it can be seen that she must have been a beautiful beauty who was fascinating in the whole country when she was young, and few people could compare with her temperament alone.

"Good son, I haven't seen you for so many years. You have grown up. You have found your daughter-in-law for your mother." Jun's mother walked over and patted him on the shoulder, her eyes fell on Feng Qingchen, her eyes full of admiration.

"This...aunt..." Feng Qingchen didn't know what to call her. It seemed that their marriage had not been completed, and he didn't know if it counted. She suddenly said, "Aunt."

"What's your name? Call me, listen..." Jun's mother looked at Feng Qingchen with a smile, and reached out to pinch her face that could drip out of water, feeling very happy.

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