Stunning Thief: The First Useless Firewood in History

Chapter 925 Miss Sister, Don't Be Discovered By Brother
After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't think of a suitable way.

Qingcheng sighed.

Back in the room, he stretched out his hand and called out the small black cauldron, "Red blood."

"My king, are you looking for me?"

A rich black color appeared in front of Qingcheng, but his strength did not leak out at all. His strength has indeed improved a lot.

"Help me find out what's going on with my mother, father, and goddess grandma."

"What about that guy?" Chi Xue was worried after hearing the whole story, "Although Xiao Ding is very suppressive, the power inside is very strong, very, very suitable for cultivation."

"I don't care about that much anymore."

"Can……"

"Brother Beauty has sworn that he won't hurt me, so don't worry."

"Yes, my king."

Chixue was sent away, and Qingcheng took the small tripod.

I thought that Di Ningyin would take the opportunity to make trouble, but I didn't expect him to sleep in it, so peaceful that it was unbelievable.

What a picture of a beautiful boy sleeping in spring.

Although he was very quiet, Qingcheng's brows were tightly frowned.

Driven by Xiao Ding, Chi Xue's strength has returned to the peak, but Qingcheng still can't see through Di Ningyin.

The only certainty is that.

Brother beauty, the number of appearances is getting less and less.

Time passed day by day, and even Chi Xue had no news.

Feng Yuchen looked even weirder.

He would show up in her room on time every day, watch her sleep, and silently peel and eat an orange.

Wait until dawn before leaving.

Simply inexplicable.

"Master God Emperor, we are going to marry the young master of the Temple of Fortune."

"Goddess, do you want to snatch a kiss?"

"Master God Emperor doesn't like that guy at all, why does he look weird?"

"..."

Even you guys can see that Feng Yuchen is weird?

Qingcheng secretly checked Feng Yuchen's pulse, but in the end, nothing happened.

He is still him, has not changed.

However, it gives people a very strange and strange feeling.

The entire Tianwaitian was exaggerating about the wedding between the God Emperor and the young master of the Temple of Fortune.

Unlike Qingcheng's intricate background, the background of the young master of the temple is incomparably clean, as if he was born a winner in life.

On the surface, it looks like a good match with the God Emperor.

How are you doing? In fact, Qingcheng doesn't particularly care.

But the problem is, someone won't let her go.

Just like that, leaving her here, watching her eat oranges every day, makes the whole city go crazy.

I also don't understand what the purpose of this person is.

On the eve of the wedding, Feng Yuchen did not show up.

What Qingcheng saw was a small windmill that she hadn't seen for a long time.

A certain person imitated his elder brother's example, hugged an orange carelessly, gnawed a mouthful with the expression of a fool, and then spat it out disgustingly, "Tsk, are you under house arrest?"

"Did you come to see my joke, little brother?" Qingcheng rolled her eyes, and said at the same time that oranges have been promoted to her least favorite fruit, not one of them.

Qingcheng's performance of being content with the situation when the fire was imminent made Xiao Fengche stunned.

Soon, a wicked smile appeared on the delicate little face.

"No, Miss Sister." The little windmill blew towards Qingcheng.

When she was lying beside the bed, she brought him up, and said softly, "Didn't you think so, I'm here to catch you, sleep well, or it will be too late for my brother to find out."

(End of this chapter)