Chapter 1588: Fanwai small theater: the so-called stick education

The winter sun is faint, with a touch of warmth, projected on the snow peak, so that the icicles like ice crystals flash with colorful lights, drifting and changing, beautiful.
Emperor Yuyu rolled like a small snowball in the snow, while Feng Qingyu smiled and cast a snowball at Emperor Yuyu from time to time ...
Di Shiyin elegantly reclined on a Jinta, a small table next to the Jinta, with tea cups, teapots, and a red clay stove next to the table. The water on the stove was sobbing and bubbling. Yin made tea at will, watching the mother and daughter playing in the snow.
Emperor Yuyu was very slippery, her small body flickered from left to right, to avoid the snowballs that smashed, fluffy hair dancing to the wind, but her eyes were black like black pearls, shining with excitement.
Feng Qingyu's angle of hitting the snowball was extremely tricky, suddenly, slowly, suddenly turning, and obliquely shooting.
The little guy escaped a few snowballs in succession, it was a little proud, his head was raised high, the two front paws were raised, and he actually stood upright and sang proudly ...
Feng Qingyu smiled and flicked her fingers, and suddenly seven or eight snowballs flew out on the snow, smashing her head and throwing her face at the little guy!

After a while, Emperor Yuyu was smashed into the snow, sobbing and fluttering on Emperor Shiyin's body, shivering desperately, shaking the snow on Emperor Shiyin's knee, a pair of dark Big eyes blinked and blinked aggrievedly, seemingly accusing his mother of child abuse.
Di Shiyin rubbed his head, and fluttered a smile: "Hey." The fleece of the sleeves flew, and Hey's small body flew straight out, plunging into a newly piled snowman not far away. His smile was elegant and clear: "Mother, you can continue playing."
"Um. Lang Jun." Feng Qingyu smiled and agreed.
He crawled out of the snowdrift in horror, and looked sadly at two people who were unscrupulous. If it could talk now, I'm afraid it would hang in the air! This-is this really her parents? It's awful that two adults join forces to bully a little baby!
Emperor Yu Yu was sorrowful and angry, and her four tail antennas all stood up.
However, Feng Qingyu did not give it a chance to indicate how high her anger value was. It just crawled out of the snow nest, and the snowball in Feng Qingyu's hand struck it towards the heavenly girl like a flower ...
The poor Emperor Yuyu couldn't find half a rescuer, so he could only rely on his own life and struggle hard.
Although its body is getting more slippery, it can't hold Feng Qingyu's dense 'attack' like raindrops. From time to time, snowballs bloom on it, and a cloud of snow and mist rises. Although it will not cause much pain, Let Xiaoxiong grow more and more angry and furious ...
My mother was ruthless, the hot hand hit the little fox, the father was drinking tea next to it, and the little sister-in-law was smashed and turned full of anger. When he saw dozens of snowballs flying over again, he suddenly raised his head and wailed The four tails swayed together, and a faint blue light popped up slightly from its tail, and immediately covered its own small body--
The sound of howling is endless, and the snowballs that Feng Qingyu smashed hit the blue light and turned into a snowy mist
Feng Qingyu: "..."
The little guy really is a genius, so such a little kid actually made an enchantment!
She narrowed her eyes with a smile and leaned lazily in front of Emperor Shiyin's Jinta: "Master, it seems that your stick education is really good, but she has smashed her skills!" She meant to train Xiaoyao Sensitivity, but did not expect this unexpected joy.
Di Shiyin embraced her waist casually, and glanced at Xiao Xiao, who was standing in the pale blue enchantment. Xiao Yan had mastered the enchantment without a teacher, and was naturally very proud. Standing there, airy Come to life. Five tails swayed behind, swayed.
"Master, Xiaoyu is actually five-tailed!" Feng Qingyu also found this, and smiled.
The little guy shook his tail more happily, raised his head higher, and stared at his dad, waiting for him to compliment him.
Emperor Shiyin kissed Feng Qingyu's cheek: "Good, called Lang Jun." After more than 500 years of marriage, she still calls him as a master from time to time, calling out the old title.
Glancing at Xiaoyan again, he groaned a little: "The little guy has great potential and is a good seed ..."
Dad praised it! Xiao Yan was instantly completed, his eyes were curved, like the moon.
Di Shiyin's speech turned again: "It's better-you hit it a few more times, maybe you can hit six tails-"
Feng Qingyu: "..." This idea is good! Feng Qingyu's eyes flashed and she began to look at her beloved.
"Wow!" Emperor Yu's white hair shuddered, a white light flashed, and the little fox turned into a baby doll, lying on the snow with hands and feet crying ...