The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Feng Xiaoxun didn't want to pay attention to her at all, and wanted to go downstairs as soon as his figure flashed.

"Young master..." Tian Feiyan grabbed his sleeve subconsciously: "Feiyan is already yours, take Feiyan with you..."

Feng Xiaoxun turned around suddenly, and raised her chin with his fingers: "You are from this seat? How about being the adopted daughter of this seat?"

Tian Feiyan was stunned. Although the young man in front of him had a powerful aura, he looked very young, not a few years older than her... She thought he would let her be his concubine, but she didn't expect to be a foster daughter... …

She couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something else, but since it was benefactor's request, she naturally didn't want to reject it, so she pursed her lips: "Fei Yan obeys."

Feng Xiaoxun's purple eyes flashed again, unable to distinguish between emotions and anger: "Then are you willing to change your name to Fei'er?"

Tian Feiyan opened her bright eyes wide, and nodded without hesitation: "I will obey my stepfather's orders. Feiyan... No, Fei'er will not obey."

Feng Xiaoxun's fingers tightened slightly in his sleeves, and for some reason, the irritability in his heart surged even more violently.

He glanced at Tian Feiyan, and saw that her eyes were bright, her cheeks were bright red, she looked very happy, and she didn't look awkward at all.

Why can this woman easily accept her fate and agree to be his Fei'er, but that woman can't? !And damn it, he only cares about her!

Fang Xiyan's face flashed in his mind, and his heart suddenly tightened, feeling inexplicably suffocated.

He didn't know whether it was sadness or desolation that was surging in his heart, and there was also an indescribable violence. With a flick of his sleeve, he broke away from Tian Feiyan's hand: "You are free, you don't need to follow me anymore!" In a flash, the shadow disappeared.

Tian Feiyan was dumbfounded, and really couldn't figure out which muscle of this man was wrong...

Fortunately, he has already redeemed her body and tore up her contract of selling her body back then. Now she is free and doesn't have to laugh in this happy place anymore...

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Feng Xiaoxun felt that he was simply crazy!

His majestic demon king, the famous prodigal son of Hua Cong in the Three Realms, unexpectedly has no feelings for any woman, and even has no impulse towards a woman who looks almost the same as Fei Yue.

shame!What a shame!And he didn't want anyone to know about this shame, otherwise he would be ashamed of this person...

He wandered around the world for another three days, not knowing what he was looking for.

My heart is always empty, it seems that the five internal organs have disappeared, only a fire remains, a mass of hunting and burning, but it can't burn the suffocating fire in the chest...

Drunk again, with blurred eyes, deliberately ignored, deliberately forgotten, the face of a girl kept dangling in front of Fang Xiyan!

Her every frown and smile, every joy and anger, seemed to unfold before his eyes again, his heart was beating wildly, his whole body was boiling with blood, his mind was racing, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but this grasp was like a monkey fishing for the moon, the phantom shattered in an instant, where was it? Fang Xiyan?What he saw in front of him was still the restaurant where he drank. There were quite a few people in the restaurant, but none of them he knew.

His hand actually grabbed a hand, but the owner of this hand was the face of the uncle in the shop.

The shopkeeper was pulled close to him, the creases on his face magnified in front of Feng Xiaoxun's eyes.The shopkeeper's wrist was hurting from his grasp, but he didn't dare to break free: "Guest...Guest officer...you, do you want more wine?"