Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The mountains and rivers surrounded by white clouds are full of flowers at a glance, and the rich fairy power is mixed with the fragrance of flowers, which is refreshing.

The flower elves flap their wings like butterflies, shuttle between the flowers and orchards, water the fairy flowers and grasses, and pick fairy fruits to brew fine wine.

A Wangling Lake is dotted among the mountains like sapphires, and traces of fairy spirit power emerge from the lake, circling in the air like a gauze, condensing the crystal clear snowflakes in the city, and falling down like catkins.

The resplendent and resplendent palace stands beside the Linghu Lake, reflecting each other with the sapphire-like lake water, which is magnificent.

"It's so beautiful!"

"There is a flower elf."

"Wow, so beautiful."

The little elves came to the fantasy fairyland, their big watery eyes were all lit up with little stars, and they cheered loudly and happily.

"Master, it seems that our luck is good. The demon general failed to break through Long Yuezhu's space barrier and came in to destroy it."

The little kingfisher glanced at the flower elves who were busy in the flowers, and smiled with luck: "The flower elves may not know that their master has fallen, and they went around in the underworld, and then came back."

"If that's the case, it's good, at least it won't be too sad."

Lin Qingluo smiled, and while speaking, he transformed into the appearance of Xianjun Siye from his previous life, and flew to the Immortal Grass Garden.

"The master is here!"

"Why is this retreat taking so long?"

"It's been decades."

"It's a bit strange that the master can hold back and not drink for decades."

The flower elf in Longyue Pearl, as the little kingfisher said, knows nothing about what happened outside.

Seeing Yu Jian coming, the heroic figure in a red dress like fire gathered from all directions, chatting happily.

"Flower spirit, flower pistil, Hua Yue, Hua Ya."

Lin Qingluo called out the names of the flower elves affectionately, with tears streaming down her eyelids: "All these years, you have been guarding the flowers and plants and brewing fine wine. You have worked hard."

"Master, what happened?"

"Why are you crying?"

"Why did Yin'er become smaller?"

The flower elves sensitively sensed that something was wrong, and they flew down from mid-air one after another, surrounding each person and bird with utmost care.

The little kingfisher was impatient and couldn't hold back his words, so he uttered all the experiences of one person and one bird.

"My God!"

"how so?"

"Poor master."

The faces of the flower elves changed color, and they couldn't believe the amazing facts for a while.

"What Yin'er said is true."

Lin Qingluo's heart felt sad, and as she spoke, she turned into a young girl in green clothes with an alluring complexion.

"ah!"

"Master, your appearance has changed?"

"Reincarnated?"

"You have suffered."

The flower elves cried out in surprise, and when they came back to their senses, they believed the words of one person and one bird, with teary eyes and unbearable grief.

"It's okay, it's all over."

Lin Qingluo rubbed the little heads of the flower elves one by one to express comfort: "Fortunately, the space barrier of Longyue Pearl has not been destroyed. Your safety and security are the most important thing."

"Owner."

The flower elves were so moved that their tears kept streaming down like broken beads.

"Hey, don't cry."

Lin Qingluo patted their little heads affectionately, thanking God for the gift like never before: "Master is so lucky to see you again."

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"Mother, Xiao Shui'er wants to play in the palace."

With Tianshui's innocence and vivid black eyes, he looked around curiously, and then diverted his attention after a while.

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