The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 6 Wood Carving
  "Feng Ling, if you don't get out, I will kill you!" Nanchang Yue's roar came from the hall, which seemed very noisy and annoying.

"Hmph, you're just a substitute. If you dare to disobey again, I will make you disappear completely!" Nanchang thought fiercely.

However, Feng Ling was not intimidated. She blinked, a smile flashing in her eyes, and she seemed not to be afraid of Nanchang Yue's threat, but rather happy.

"Demon Lord, then I will come in."

Feng Ling said softly, with a kind of gentleness and kindness in her voice. She understood that Nanchang Yue did not really want to kill her, but his paranoia made him appear indifferent and cruel.

She decided to use her gentleness and patience to influence him and let him understand true friendship and emotion.

"Lord Demon Lord, I have brought you something to eat."

Feng Ling approached Nanchang Yue with a bowl of lotus seed soup in her hands as if she was flattering. She seemed to be dancing on the edge of danger, playing with dangerous fire.

Nanchang Yue had a sneer on his lips, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

He asked coldly, and then knocked over the lotus seed soup.

Feng Ling was on the verge of falling and hit the huanghuali wood Baibao Pavilion next to it, and a jade-colored Ruyi slipped off.

She hurriedly reached out to pick it up, but because she didn't stand firm, she knocked over the vase on the table next to her.

She hurriedly went to help him, but was accidentally hit on the head by a fallen ancient book, which made her gasp in pain.

Nanchang glanced at her, his eyes full of coldness and disgust.

"How stupid."

he taunted.

As soon as Nanchang finished cursing, the exquisite wood carving on the desk slipped down and fell into Feng Ling's hands.

She widened her eyes, looked at the wood carving in her hand, and asked curiously:

"what is this?"

Nanchang glanced over, a trace of ridicule flashing in his eyes. This wood carving was given to him by a wood carving craftsman when he was exorcising demons in the human world.

He imitated the craftsman's craftsmanship and made one for Feng Qianqian. Unfortunately, she didn't appreciate it.

I remember that at that time, she frowned and her tone was full of boredom: "Ah Yue, can you focus more? We are here to get rid of demons, don't get carried away by playing with things."

After saying that, she threw the wooden sculpture casually, as if discarding a useless item.

Nanchang Yue no longer remembers much about his emotions, but what is certain is that his heart was not peaceful at that time.

Around that time, his feelings for Feng Qianqian had begun to deteriorate and were no longer as innocent as before.

Whenever he recalls those past times, Nanchang Yue always has a cold expression on his face, as if he is trying to cover up the pain deep in his heart.

At this time, Fengling was holding a wooden sculpture and looking at it carefully.

The wooden sculpture looked somewhat similar to hers, which made her very happy. She happily asked Nanchangyue whether the wood carving was made by him.

"Sir, did you make this yourself?"

But he just glanced at her lightly and didn't answer.

Finally, Feng Ling cautiously asked him for the wood carving.
  But Nanchang Yue answered her in an almost mocking tone.
  "you want?"

"That's right, but husband, if Lord Demon Lord doesn't want to give it..."

Before Fei Ling could finish her words, Nanchang Yue smiled coldly and quickly took the wood carving away from her hand.

He waved his long sleeve and threw it fiercely outside the hall without any hesitation. The moment the wooden sculpture was thrown out, the anger in Nanchang Yue's heart seemed to be relieved. This was all because the grievances he suffered from Feng Qianqian were all poured out on Feng Ling.

He just wanted to see how far she could pretend and how much malice she could bear from him.

Anyway, he didn't dare to blame Feng Qianqian. The person in front of him could serve as her substitute and bear all his dissatisfaction.

Since it is a stand-in, it should look like a stand-in. He glared at Feng Ling and pointed outside the hall, his tone full of provocation,
  "If you want it, go ahead and pick it up. As long as you can find it, it will be yours."

Nanchang Yue's eyes showed obvious disgust. He looked at the defective products discarded by his sweetheart and thought to himself, even if such things were thrown away, no one else would be allowed to get their hands on them.

Nanchang Yue, this crazy male protagonist, will indeed do things that are incomprehensible.

This operation clearly showed that he wanted to see her make a fool of herself. What a pervert with a twisted mentality. He must have been stimulated by something in the past to take pleasure in hurting others.

Fortunately, Feng Ling was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she regained her composure in an instant. She looked at him with doubt in her crystal clear eyes, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"Because I don't remember you? Are you unhappy?"

Nanchang Yue chuckled, "Stop being so sentimental."

Feng Ling smiled even brighter, "If I find it, will it be mine?"

Nanchang Yue nodded coldly, "Of course."

Feng Ling winked mischievously, "Then Lord Demon Lord, you must keep your word. Don't let me down."

Nanchang Yue thought to himself, when will his words be ignored? In this world, except Feng Qianqian, who dares to question his authority?

Seeing Feng Ling rushing out of the hall, Nanchang sneered and shook his head.

He wasn't really looking for that broken wooden sculpture. However, since this woman is so serious, he will play with her. See what she can find.

This flower garden is not small, overgrown with weeds and full of mosquitoes.

Feng Ling walked around the garden several times. The back of her hand was cut in several places by grass blades, and sweat flowed down her forehead. She secretly cursed Nanchang Yue, but she didn't dare to stop, "Where is it?"

Nanchang Yue leaned against the entrance of the garden, looking at her anxious look, with a playful smile on her lips, "What an idiot."

Is there really such a person in the world? He didn't believe that this woman couldn't see through his teasing and insults?
  But she still decided to search in the grass. Isn't this a kind of self-deceiving stupidity?
  If it was the real Feng Qianqian, not only would she not go looking for him, but she would resent him because of it, and she might never care about him again.

Her character was determined and brooked no grievance, and this was what attracted him to her. He had originally thought they were similar, but now it seemed that their resemblance was limited to appearance.

The difference in their bones has long separated them.

The more Nanchang moved his eyes away from the figure in the garden, he suddenly felt that Fengling was boring and tacky, ordinary and ordinary.

How could such a woman be worthy of his Feng Qianqian? Even if they look exactly the same, they are just substitutes!
  Feng Ling searched around the garden for two full hours, turned over the huge wooden garden, and finally found the wooden sculpture in a muddy corner.

She hurriedly walked over, pushed the dirt away, and a bright smile broke out on her face.

"Sir, look!" She excitedly raised the wooden carving in her hand to show it to him, her eyebrows curved, her smile resembled a crescent moon, and the joy on her face could not be concealed.

Looking at her smile, Nanchang Yue suddenly recalled the scene when he found this wooden sculpture at the foot of the mountain. He was also so cautious...

However, although Fengling found the wood carving, Nanchang Yue was a little helpless. Although this thing was in her hands, it did not belong to her, and he did not want to give it to her.

Feng Ling gently wiped the dirt off the face of the wood carving, then walked up to Na Changyue and proudly showed off her achievements.

"Look, my lord, I said I can find it!"

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