Liu Feifei swears that she has never been so helpless in her life.

At this time, he was so scared that he curled up in the bathtub, snatching the edge of the bathtub with his left hand and grabbing the unfamiliar things with his right hand.

When I used a little force, I felt so painful that tears burst out. I wanted to let go, but my body was frightened and I was in a dilemma for a moment.

Even more dilemma than her was Lang Qinghe who kicked in the door. The originally fitted white clothes were hanging loosely on his shoulders, revealing his slender and white shoulders. He felt that the room was raised, everything around him was a little enlarged, and his vision was much lowered.

Seeing the strange boy in the bathtub, he was so angry that he trembled all over. He raised his hand and grabbed his sword.

"Looking for death! Where is Sister Liu?"

Liu Feifei: "..."

The girl's voice, but her tone was clearly from Brother Qinghe.

So, who is the fairy daughter who is suspected to have fallen from the clouds in front of you???

Lang Qinghe also reacted, looking at the 16 or 7-year-old boy huddled in the corner of the bathtub, like a frightened quail...

"You are...Liu Mei?"

After saying that, he looked down at himself. After his eyes, he glimpsed a strange girl's figure in the bronze mirror. He was so scared that he jumped sideways a little, and the girl in the bronze mirror also did the same thing as him. This made Lang Qinghe have an absurd and terrible guess in his heart.

"Are you... Brother Qinghe?"

Liu Feifei looked at him with tears in his eyes.

The two of them choked speechlessly through the bathtub, not knowing what was going on, but Lang Qinghe calmed down immediately, and held back the shame and closed the doors and windows and checked again. Liu Feifei sobbed and said, "Brother Qinghe, I feel pain (?﹏?)..."

Lang Qinghe took a deep breath and tried to stabilize himself.

If he was in chaos, wouldn’t Liu Mei be even more at a loss?

"Where does it hurt?" Lang Qinghe slowed down his breathing and lowered his voice, for fear of scaring Liu Feifei.

Liu Feifei curled up his legs, and his pale face rarely became a little shy and his eyes were unsteady.

Seeing that she was hesitating, Lang Qinghe was worried more than shy and embarrassed, so he took the initiative to come forward to ask.

"Where does it hurt? Let me see?"

Liu Feifei: "..."

After a few breaths—

Lang Qinghe: "...you you, relax, relax your breathing, control your hands to release, don't use force..."

Liu Feifei: “…(?﹏?)”

After some trouble, the two finally calmed down and figured out what was happening to them.

Simply put, Lang Qinghe changed from a man to a woman, and Liu Feifei changed from a woman to a man.

They need to figure out one thing now, whether it happened to both of them or whether everyone has gender reversal.

"Brother Qinghe, what should we do now?"

After all, Liu Feifei was still a girl who had not yet had enough hair. She suddenly encountered such a thing that subverted her views and was inevitably panicked.

Fortunately, Lang Qinghe was surrounded by her, and she was like a drowning person holding on to this driftwood firmly and refused to let go.

Lang Qinghe thought of the "True Lord Yanghua" he had met in the Rising.

Liu Feifei also thought of him.

"Brother Qinghe, let's go find Zhenjun Yanghua? Maybe, he has any way to help us..."

As a casual cultivator without a foundation, Lang Qinghe had to do this when encountering difficult problems that could not be solved.

"Well, okay, let's clean up."

It would be too rude to not look for someone in such a messy look.

The gender is reversed, so the original clothes cannot be worn. Fortunately, the figures of the two of them are not much different after the gender is reversed. Liu Feifei wears Lang Qinghe's clothes, and Lang Qinghe can wear hers. They swear that for the first time in their life, they feel that wearing clothes is as tiring as fighting.

Liu Feifei is fine. She often travels in men's clothing when she was in the mortal world.

Lang Qinghe suffered. He felt uncomfortable when he wore a blouse. He stepped on the hem of the skirt several times.

Liu Feifei looked at the delicate brother Qinghe beside him, and a bold idea emerged in his mind.

"Brother Qinghe, do you want me to hug you?"

The initial panic passed, but the bad impulse of the past to talk about the play came up again.

No matter why he changed his gender, it is rare to see Brother Qinghe, who is so soft and soft, and he really wants to squeeze his face.

"Need not!"

Lang Qinghe twitched the corner of his mouth and patted his hand that was trying to take advantage of him in shame.

He lifted the hem of the skirt with both hands and walked with great vigor.

The living yard where Lingjizong and his group lived was not difficult to find. After asking a few servants from Tianyin Valley, they found it.

Lang Qinghe's face was solemn: "It seems that we are the only ones who have changed..."

These servants were very calm, and the monks they saw along the way were not as good as the monks.

Liu Feifei said: "What should I do... Brother Qinghe, I won't...can't change back, right?"

Although she was very satisfied with this height of sight, she could see Brother Qinghe when she lowered her head, and she felt that she could hug him with her arms open, but she could not rush to him in this way. Liu Feifei was worried, why didn’t Lang Qinghe worry?

But he can't be distracted and can't panic.

He calmed down and stepped forward to salute the disciple of Lingji Sect who was on the charge of guarding the guesthouse.

The latter also replied with a bow and asked him: "Do you come to find someone?"

Lang Qinghe said: "Yes."

"Who is looking for?"

"The elder of your sect, the true Lord of Yanghua."

Hengsen and his companion Henglin looked at each other and declined, "Master is not feeling well, so I won't see guests now."

Lang Qinghe looked embarrassed after hearing this, and he was wandering on the spot, but still refused to give up.

Gritting my teeth: "There is really important thing here, please be compatible with fellow Taoists..."

"this……"

Lang Qinghe said: "It was the casual cultivator Lang Qinghe who asked for a meeting."

"Lang Qinghe?"

Hengsen and Henglin have never heard of it. This is still a young casual cultivator. What kind of friendship can he have with True Lord Yanghua?

Just as I was about to decline, I heard the trembling voice from behind my junior sister from home.

"Lang Qinghe? Where is it!" It seemed that a gust of wind was blowing, and the seemingly thin junior sister Chuanyun pushed them away, "Where is Lang Qinghe?"

Lang Qinghe was so shocked that he subconsciously took a step back half a step.

Liu Feifei's sensitive nerves were touched and took the front half of the step.

The young girl Xu looked around but didn't see a familiar figure, and finally her sharp eyes fell on Lang Qinghe.

"You mentioned Lang Qinghe just now?"

Lang Qinghe nodded: "Yes."

"Where is he?"

Lang Qinghe was about to speak, but Liu Feifei snatched the conversation.

"What's your business? You scared my Sanqi... Brother, no, sister!"

Lang Qinghe, who was robbed of white, blinked blankly and looked up at Liu Mei who seemed to be furious. She didn't know why her reaction was so intense.

"Sanqi?" Xu girl looked at Lang Qinghe.

Liu Feifei once again robbed the fiction: "Yes, this is my Sanqi sister. Also, who allows you to be so close?"

Although Lang Qinghe was the only son of the Lang family in Fanjie, he was in the family's only son, but his clan ranks 37.

When Liu Feifei occasionally comes, he will call him "Brother Sanqi" in his interest.

Now, it is naturally "Sister Sanqi".

"What does Lang Qinghe have to do with you?"
Chapter completed!