The Insane and Good-For-Nothing Madam

Feng Zheng pulled her hand over Feng Mo'er, who looked like a wooden bump on the side, and pressed her to the ground fiercely, and yelled in a low voice, "Mo'er, why don't you please ask the Lord?"

Feng Mo'er was in a stunned shock. From the time she remembered, she had been listening to her brothers and sisters talking about how rich the saints are, how powerful they are, how they are sealed. God is sanctified.

A hundred years ago, he used his own power and half a cup of tea to seal the ancient fierce beast, rescued tens of thousands of spiritualists, and became the sage respected by everyone in Canglan Continent.

It's a pity that when the Lord was in retreat, she was only four years old...

"Mo'er, you are still in a daze, so quickly kowtow to the Lord and admit your mistakes and say you didn't mean it." Feng Zheng urged eagerly.

Feng Mo'er raised her head slightly, and saw that within the white sedan chair, there was no movement in the cold, and the six real people who respectfully served on both sides were all staring at her in anger. As if wishing to smash her humble person who has insulted the Lord.

In Feng Mo'er's "fascinated" worship eyes, there was a trace of panic and fear.

This person is the Lord!

"The Holy Venerable forgive the sins, Mo'er... Mo'er made a momentary loss, please forgive the Holy Venerable." Feng Mo'er said, bending over and knocking his head, but there was still silence in the sedan chair, Feng Mo'er "touched 』I can't see through the Lord's mind, I can only keep kowtow to the ground, not dare to make the slightest perfunctory.

After half a cup of tea, Feng Mo'er's forehead was already blue.

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"Brother, I said that you are too ignorant of Lianxiangxiyu. Such a beautiful lady who just kneels under the stage and broke her scalp, I feel distressed when I look at it." A voice of abuse came from a distance. .

Yu Xiao wore an ice blue shirt, embroidered with elegant bamboo leaf patterns, a white feather fan in her hand and a warm jade flute around her waist, which seemed to be a leisurely and elegant posture, but the corners of her lips seemed like nothing. , As well as the playfulness between the corners of his eyes and the eyebrows, it also sets off his "sexual" affection, but he is free and unrestrained.

The people in the sedan chair finally responded, but the voice was still extremely light: "The deity never blamed her. She rushed up and knocked on the pilgrimage. Isn't it necessary to stop her?"

"..." Yu Xiao's mouth trembled, speechless.

Even Feng Mo'er, who knocked his head until his face was pale, couldn't help but feel shocked. After a while, an embarrassing expression appeared on his delicate face again.

"Master..." The six real people saluted together.

But before kneeling down, Yu Xiao waved her hand casually and stopped them: "Okay, kneel and rise again, and kneel again when you get up, you don't feel tired and panic."

Yu Xiaosheng is "sexual" free and easy. Although he is the head, he does not like to be restricted by the worldly rules. For him, royal etiquette and sacrificial ceremony are more casual than his own teasing birds and flowers.

He casually found a place to sit down, leaned back lazily, and leaned back on the chair, with the folding fan in his hand swaying casually: "What happened to the celestial phenomenon just now? And this sacrifice..."

Before Yu Xiao's words had fallen, Feng Mo'er jumped out impolitely, filled with righteous indignation: "The head of Yu, it's the slave, it's all her. She killed the spirit beast and broke the ceremony. Mo'er just thought I want to teach her a lesson, but I don't know what demon technique the slave has used that caused the celestial phenomena to change, and almost severely injured Mo..."