The poisonous concubine

Chapter 321 Get rid of this man
After Yan Ye was pushed away, he suddenly realized that he lowered his hand with a calm expression.

Feng Duwu couldn't figure out where this man's inexplicable influence on her came from, so she instinctively wanted to stay away from this man: "If you have nothing else to do, it's really inconvenient for you to be alone, please."

Yan Ye put Feng Duwu's hand behind his back, and slightly gathered his fingertips: "It's getting late, please stay overnight with Miss Feng."

Feng Duwu suddenly became angry. She had already said that it was inconvenient for lonely men and widows. How could this man say that he would stay overnight without changing his expression?Besides, with his cultivation base, where would he need to stay overnight?

"The little girl doesn't want to stay overnight." Feng Duwu categorically refused, since she didn't understand what she said mildly, so she came directly.

"What if the deity insists on staying overnight?" Yan Ye's voice was very calm, but the undeniable strength was clearly displayed.

"Your honor is advanced, since you have already made up your mind to forcefully stay, why bother to talk?" Feng Duwu sneered, and then shook his sleeves, "I will listen to you."

After finishing speaking, Feng Duwu didn't look at Yan Ye again, and didn't even want the small flowerpot in his hand, turned around and walked towards the house, with a flick of her sleeve, the door was tightly closed.

It had been hundreds of years since no one had put on face in front of him, Yan Ye couldn't help raising his sword eyebrows, and his gorgeous lips gently pulled an almost invisible arc.Instead of breaking in, he stood outside, turned around and looked down at the nearly destroyed Jiugong Formation below.The bright red wide sleeves swept across, colorful sporadic brilliance fell, and the messy Nine Palace Formation below quickly recovered.

Yan Ye stood there for a long time, letting the tireless wind blow his long hair.After an unknown amount of time, his hand stretched out from his delicate cuff, holding a verdant green flute, and placed the flute on his lips. His lips moved slightly, and a long and gently kneading tune poured out. Spread out with the wind.

Feng Duwu originally ran away from the secret path because Yan Ye was not well, and she couldn't practice, so she simply lay down on the bed and was going to sleep. The ostrich hoped that Yan Ye would disappear after she woke up.However, she, who was not sleepy at first, fell asleep unknowingly after hearing the leisurely and pleasant sound of the flute.

Feng Duwu, who hadn't had a dream for a long time, had an extremely real dream at that time, which made her feel like she was there. In the dream, there was a three-color flower tree with three-color flowers fluttering in the tree, consisting of pink blue, pink and pink. A three-color flower composed of purple and pink is the size of a peach blossom, but shaped like a plum blossom, fluttering in the wind.The petals spread out, blue, purple, pink, and the layers are so beautiful that people are fascinated.

A pair of feet embroidered with soft silk and delicate and elegant patterns walked slowly on the soft petals. Her feet seemed to be able to blow the wind, and they were so light that they did not leave a trace of the thick layer of petals, and then followed her skirt. The pendulum swings and the petals flutter.

She was trotting, stopping sometimes, and every time she stopped, there was a voice as sweet and melodious as a yellow warbler coming out of the valley: "Ah Yan, come quickly, I am here, if you can find me, I will I will reward you with the newly developed medicine, hehehehe..."

"Ah Yan, you are so stupid. I have used the same tricks on you thousands of times, and you will still be fooled! Ah Yan, you are so stupid, if you don't have me, you must be cheated and sold."

"Ah Yan, you actually sculpted my appearance behind my back, who allowed you to sculpt me rashly? Also, you actually sculpted me so ugly, be careful that I poisoned your hands!"

"Ayan, three-color flowers, three-color flowers, it symbolizes the three seasons of spring, summer and autumn in the world, and it withers in winter, because no matter how beautiful he is, he is afraid of the cold. Ah Yan, I am also afraid of the cold..."

"Ah Yan, if... if one day, I can't be by your side, you must, must forget me, I don't want you to die because of me..."

"Ah Yan, actually... Actually, I really really can't leave you anymore..."

That voice was coquettish and laughing, but every word revealed a woman's deep love for a man. The three-color flower was still flying and lingering. Feng Duwu tried her best to lift her eyes up. She wanted to see the woman's appearance. She wanted to think about it, but her eyes seemed to be weighed down by a thousand catties. With such gravity, she managed to lift her strength to the woman's chest, and she only needed a little more to see the woman's true face clearly.

It's a pity that she only saw a perfectly curved chin, and suddenly a sword light flashed in front of her eyes. The cold sword sank into the woman's chest, and the bright red blood splashed out, all spraying on Feng Duwu's sight, scaring Feng Duwu suddenly. Waking up from a dream.

"Mother, what's the matter with you?" The little prince could not help asking worriedly when he felt his mother's heart beating faster.

Feng Duwu reached out and wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and stepped into the space to comfort his worried son: "Mother is fine, it was just a nightmare, you don't have to worry."

"Mother, close your hearing, it's a dream song." The little prince said to Feng Duwu, "People whose cultivation base is lower than him will fall into a dream after listening to his music, and if they struggle, they will explode and die."

Feng Duwu only felt the cold wind blowing, and her back soaked by the nightmare was cold: "Mother knows, I won't be careless again."

The little prince was about to say something, but his face suddenly changed: "Mother, he broke in."

Feng Duwu rushed out of the space without even thinking about it. She just sat up when the closed door was pushed open, and Yan Ye strode in with a cold expression.

"What is your intention?" Feng Duwu looked at Yan Ye with cold eyebrows.

Suspicion flashed in Yan Ye's eyes, he strode forward and grabbed Feng Duwu's wrist: "Tell me, why did your breath disappear just now!"

Yan Ye was outside, his spiritual consciousness locked onto Feng Duwu's aura, after Feng Duwu flashed into the space, it took him a while to find out because he was immersed in memories.Obviously Feng Duwu's breath was not there when he came in, but the moment he stepped into the door, Feng Duwu was alive in front of his eyes again.

Feng Duwu struggled, but did not break free from Yan Ye, so she said coldly: "I don't know what to say, please respect yourself!"

Seeing Feng Duwu aside, Yan Ye's twinkling eyes scanned Feng Duwu's body like a scanner, and after finding nothing unusual, he slowly loosened the grip on Feng Duwu: "You'd better not be in this deity. Play tricks in front of you, otherwise you can't imagine the consequences."

Feng Duwu was also annoyed: "It's so funny, you broke into my residence for no reason, and you stalked me with a shameless face. I have no grudges with you in the past, and I have no grudges in the near future. Why do you warn me? Don’t ask why, just step on the dignity of others at will? I respect you for your high cultivation, so I respect you everywhere, it doesn’t mean I’m afraid of you, the worst is death, you can strike at any time!”

(End of this chapter)