This Lord is Too Cruel

The women in white clothes in the air were scattered and fell to the ground.

Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked at the dark shadow in front of her with coldness.

The nine princesses raised their eyes, looked at the person in front of them, and quickly got up from the ground. Because of the injury, they were a little vain, bowed slightly, and stood behind the black shadow, very respectful.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at the person in front of him. His cold eyes flashed through a gloom, and the hand holding Feng Aotian was tight. Even though he had put down the past, he still couldn't help but see the person in front of him. Fear, after all, this person has affected his life for twenty years, and he cannot be indifferent so quickly.

"Emperor Yuluo is really free and at ease, regardless of the huge country, with such a leisurely sentiment, he has rushed to my harem several times, and he is really free to come and go, and I don't pay attention to the king of this country." Feng Aotian With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he looked directly at the black shadow in front of him.

"Yours is not mine." Gong Yimin stood with his hand in his hand, wearing a ghost mask, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, showing the coldness that has not changed for thousands of years. The meaning of the words is clearly telling Feng Ao God, he is the master of this world, so I dominate.

Feng Aotian suddenly laughed, looked sideways, took Wei Zimo's hand, lowered his head, and dropped a light kiss on the back of his hand. Without the anger and murderousness of the past, he turned sideways and moved Wei Zimo's forehead. The former Qingsi pulled aside, his movements were extremely gentle, and his tone was indifferent. "The Emperor Yuluo will still take your people away. As for whether my things are not yours, it seems too early now."

"Then I'll wait and see." Gong Yimin said solemnly, leading the nine princesses and disappeared in a flash.

Feng Aotian looked at Wei Zimo, "There is a master, even if you have to face it, he will face it with you."

Wei Zimo looked at her, raised his hand, embraced her in his arms, and hugged her tightly, "Now I think it feels good to hold her like this."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised a light smile, "Then you will hold it forever."

Wei Zimo nodded, "Okay." Meteor raised his eyes, looked at the two people in front of him, and shook his head. He felt that his cleverness was really useless. Then he turned his eyes and saw that the **** dog was walking slowly. Walked over.

He stepped forward, squatted beside the dog, and touched its head, "I remember that foot of your talent."

The dog was disapproving, holding its haughty head high, and continued to walk forward.

Meteor looked at it with full of air, got up, raised his small boxer, drew hands and feet behind it, and then strode forward to Meteor ground, crossed it, and stood in front of Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian held Wei Zimo's hand, lowered his head, watching Meteor looking at her with a smile, "Holy Lord, the nine princesses will not be out for a long time."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "She came this time to look for Lingyu to improve her skills, but unfortunately, she was not completely abolished, but she will not appear again in a short time."

"But, she will appear sooner or later, what should I do with the meteor?" Meteor was a little bit distressed. Everything in the world is mutually restrained. Even though he has spiritual protection, his nemesis is the evil jade sword.

Feng Aotian touched his head, turned his eyes and looked at the dog, "Isn't there a dog?"

Meteor lowered his eyes, looked at the dog, frowning even more, "Can you change one?"

The divine dog snorted coldly, it was now reduced to protecting him, it didn't call aggrieved, he was aggrieved.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "Yes, you can go back now."

Meteor lowered his head, reluctantly replied, "Hey, all right."

The dog turned his head, not looking at the meteor at all.

Meteor rolled his eyes steadily. In fact, he was anxious for the dog to accompany him, so Shi Cai asked so, just to see if the dog would refuse.

Now, seeing that the dog did not object, he relaxed, but his face still showed a faint resentment.

Of course Feng Aotian knew, what did Meteor think? However, seeing that he feels better now, he let him be careful.

Wei Zimo was somewhat jealous of Gong Yimin, and Shi Cai's words always lingered in his own mind. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, always feeling that they had a relationship that they did not know. .

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are you thinking about?"

At this time, the two of them had already walked to the Floating Dream Palace, Wei Zimo sat on the soft couch, a little unconscious.

"Did you know him before?" Wei Zimo raised his eyes, looked at her, and asked.

"What do you want to know?" Feng Aotian knew that he was most sensitive to the things around him, because he was afraid of being hurt.

"I just think he let me come to Fengqi country, as if he was planning something." Wei Zimo never believed that Gong Yimin would let him go, just as he said last time, even if he left, Can't escape his control.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "You look at the Lord."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes filled with confusion, just staring at her blankly.

"From now on, you are not alone, you have me with you by your side." Feng Aotian said with firmness in his phoenix eyes.

Wei Zimo's heart was slowly moved. He looked at her for a long time. Over the years, he shut out all those who tried to approach him. He just didn't want to suffer any harm. He would rather bear it alone. , And do not want others to see his weakness.

However, at this moment, a person held his hand and told him that no matter what happened in the future, he would not suffer alone, and his heart trembled uncontrollably next to him.

Meteor hiding outside the hall, secretly watching the situation inside the hall, lowered his eyes, looked at the dog, and whispered, "The Holy Lord has a way."

The dog raised his head, very proud, that is natural, otherwise, how could he become the king of command?

The corner of Meteor's mouth curled, looking at its proud look, and sighed quietly, "I don't know when the little white snake will wake up."

The dog is a little dissatisfied, "In front of me, can you not always mention others."

Meteor raised his hand and suddenly grabbed its long shaggy black hair, "I like it, I like it."

The dog shook his body to avoid being poisoned by his beautiful long hair, and then stay away from him.

Meteor saw the dog and didn't wait to see him. He pouted the corners of his mouth and looked at it, "If it was a little white snake, you wouldn't despise me like this."

The dog stared with dark eyes, "Nonsense, does the little white snake have long hair for you to pull?"

Meteor snorted coldly, "But, it can let me bully."

"A fool will bully you." The dog gave him a white look, then twisted and walked out.

Seeing that he was leaving, Meteor hurried to follow him, and while walking, he didn't forget to nag.

Wei Zimo didn't speak for a long time, but looked at her in a dazed manner, "You will really be with me and won't let go of my hand?"

Feng Aotian knew that he had been approaching her unconsciously, shaking, she let out a low laugh, "I will do what I say."

"Good." Wei Zimo seemed to have made the biggest decision of his life. He raised his hand to lift his veil.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Hold on."

"Are you regretting it?" Wei Zimo's wrist was held by her, his eyes were cold.

"The last time we were married, the wedding night of your and my bridal chamber ended without a problem. When you wait for the real wedding night with you, you will uncover it, how about?" Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, clenched his hand, and said with a smile.

Wei Zimo listened to her, cast his eyes down, thinking about what happened that night, his mind moved, and he responded slightly, "Okay."

Feng Aotian suddenly leaned over, leaned close to his face, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "Are you shy?"

Wei Zimo turned his head, not to see her, "No."

Feng Aotian smiled, "Do you know what to do in the bridal night?"

Wei Zimo nodded and said, "However, I will not be the one who will bear it."

When Feng Aotian heard this, he raised his head and smiled happily, "I always dominate."

Wei Zimo looked into the distance, thinking what's wrong with him? Actually discussing such a problem.

Seeing him like this, Feng Aotian immediately got up, "After a day of tossing, you will take a good break from the meeting, and I will return."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her. Shicai didn't distinguish between you and me. Now, he called "Master", and he deliberately grabbed her by the hand, "I just said to be with me and leave so soon? "

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at him, "Master has important business."

"Who to meet?" Wei Zimo looked at her, his tone becoming a little cold.

Feng Aotian leaned over and stared at him, "I really opened my eyes today, when this cold beauty is still shy and jealous."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "Who is jealous? Who is shy? But yes, just ask."

Feng Aotian couldn't help feeling that he became more and more cute, "You follow the master."

Although Wei Zimo can accept her by his side now, but the others, it is inevitable that he is a little uncomfortable. He originally wanted to refuse, but the ghosts and gods accepted it. When he said it, even he felt incredible. "it is good."

Feng Aotian smiled triumphantly, took his hand and walked out of the Floating Dream Palace, and after a while, he walked to the Imperial Palace.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng are already in the hall.

Feng Aotian looked at them two, "Can you hold it these days?"

Lan Jingshu lowered his eyes and bowed in response, "My lord, are you going to travel far?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "In three days, the Lord will leave for nine days, and these days when the Lord is not here, you will have to rely on you both."

Lan Jingshu was slightly startled, "Where is the emperor going?"

She looked sideways, looked at Wei Zimo, and looked at Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng, without any concealment, "Master is going to accompany Han Jin. Those few days are the hardest days for him. If he doesn't go, I am afraid of him. Can't hold it."

"The emperor, if he survives, will he return sooner?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help being a little happy when he heard the news of Mu Hanjin.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "This is just the second death, nine deaths in a lifetime, and seven deaths, fatal every time."

Although Lan Jingshu didn't know what Mu Hanjin was suffering from, she could know from Feng Aotian's tone that it must be extremely dangerous. She remembered the days when they were both supported by the Regent Palace, and then replied, "The emperor can rest assured, the minister will do his best."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Okay, I feel at ease with you by my side."

Gu Yefeng remained silent. He looked at her. Since the first time he saw her, to this day, too many variables have occurred, and every time, there are no dangers. He sees her always alone. The ground supports the situation in front of him, and even the strongest person has the moment of falling. Now he wants to do his best. Although it is a meager force, he can at least share some of her.

Feng Aotian looked at Gu Yefeng, "How can you be so silent today."

"The minister obeyed!" Gu Yefeng looked down and responded respectfully.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, looking at his serious appearance, feeling relieved, turning his eyes, looking at Wei Zimo, now looking at him with a gloomy face.

Feng Aotian lifted his jaw, "Do you want to go with your master?"

Wei Zimo turned his head, avoiding her hand, "Not going."

"Then stay here and wait for the Lord." Feng Aotian whispered.

"No." Wei Zimo rebuffed decisively, then got up, "I'm tired."

As he said, he walked out.

Seeing him angry, Feng Aotian couldn't help but feel a headache. She knew what he was angry with now, but she had to do many things, and Han Jin was very important in her heart.

She flew down in front of him, raised her hands, and held his shoulders in check, "If you are worried that I won't be going back, follow me."

Wei Zimo raised his hand, waved her hands away, and continued to walk forward.

Feng Aotian stood there, looking at him, "If you dare to take another step, try!"

Wei Zimo paused and continued to walk forward. He just lifted a step, his feet didn't fall, and his back hurts, he clicked on the acupuncture point, unable to move, he closed his eyes and forced to break through the acupuncture point.

Feng Aotian slowly stepped forward, stood in front of him, and held him in his arms, "Master likes you to play your temper, which means you care about Master."

Wei Zimo felt her embrace, opened his eyes and looked at her, "Who cares about you."

Feng Aotian lightly waved his fingertips, his acupuncture points were unlocked, raised his hand, pushed Feng Aotian vigorously, and then walked forward.

Feng Aotian knew that he was not really angry, but deliberately playing tricks, telling her that he would care too and would want to rely on someone.

She shook her head, watched him leave, then turned around and went back to the Imperial Palace.

Wei Zimo continued to move forward with a smile unnaturally at the corner of her mouth. She walked lightly, because she just drew a heart word in his palm when she held him in her arms.

Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng looked at each other, and saw Feng Aotian entering the house alone, "The emperor, the three emperors... is Hou Ye angry?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "It's okay."

Seeing Feng Aotian's face faint, Lan Jingshu didn't think he was really angry, so he stopped asking questions, but turned around, pushed Gu Yefeng to the study, and continued to review the memorial.

Feng Aotian also participated immediately, "How is Yi Mu's body?"

"My complexion is better today, but I'm still very weak." Gu Yefeng replied while flipping through the memorial.

Listening to his tone, Feng Aotian felt that he is becoming more mature now, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is getting thicker. She looked at him, "These days, let him rest well."

"Yes." Gu Yefeng replied, raising his eyes, watching her with a small smile on the corners of her mouth, his clear eyes overflowing with soft light, he lowered his eyes and continued to be busy.

Lan Jingshu looked at the two people in front of him, as if time had gone back to the past. He remembered that Han Jin was there, and Wang An was still awake. They gathered together, reviewing memorials, and occasionally joking. Days are really pleasant.

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"What happened to Leng Peihan?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"She will take office today, and her complexion has improved a lot." Lan Jingshu replied warmly.

"Well, that girl, you have to practice hard." Feng Aotian has already planned, "Let her not have to go to the police station tomorrow, go to the Xishan army camp, tell Yi Yang, let her follow others Soldiers drill, and if they fail to pass the test three months later, they will sit together and return to their hometown directly."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes, looked at Feng Aotian, and responded with a small smile. In fact, he also wants to hone it, but unfortunately, he can't get out of it now.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master likes the way you are now. As for martial arts, it doesn't matter whether you will or not."

Feng Aotian guessed Lan Jingshu's mind, looked down, and said, "The minister understands."

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "Isn't it to blame the Lord for neglecting you these few days?"

Lan Jingshu shook his head and said, "As long as everything is well with the emperor."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Master knew you would say that."

Gu Yefeng was seriously reviewing the memorial. If Su Ri looked at the two sweethearts in front of him, he would have long been unable to control his own mouth and began to talk about it. Now, he is deaf, as if these two do not exist in front of him. People are average.

The dog was drowsy when he returned to the Emperor's Sleeping Hall, and when Meteor saw that it ignored his love, he fell to one side and fell asleep.

It was late at night, after Feng Aotian reviewed the last note, he looked at the two people in front of him, "I have dinner with my master."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu nodded, and got off the soft couch. The three of them left the study and walked to the table. Si Xi had already prepared dinner.

When Wei Zimo returned to the Floating Dream Palace, he was busy with business, and then went to the restaurant. Now he is sitting in the restaurant, watching the news coming from everywhere.

The shopkeeper outside the bead curtain stood with his head down, awaiting orders.

Wei Zimo flipped through the account book, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "The account book of Yuluo Kingdom is wrong."

"All the accounts submitted, the old slave has carefully checked and no problems have been found." The shopkeeper beside him is a close friend of Wei Zimo, who has been serving him when he grew up.

He looked at the secret letter in his hand, "On the day I left, Yuluo's economy had already been out of my control. On the surface, the books inside seemed to be fine, but in fact it was just an empty shelf."

"If that's the case, what else?" The shopkeeper raised his eyes, glanced at Wei Zimo who was sitting inside the curtain, and asked in a low voice.

"Now, I only have half of the industry left in my hands, and there is a tendency to be swallowed up by him." Wei Zimo continued.

"His Royal Highness, the remaining half and 50% belong to Young Master Xing." The shopkeeper raised his eyes and looked at him and said.

"Uncle Qi, there must be people he planted in this half, and they were completely wiped out before they even started." Wei Zimo's cold eyes were filled with murderous air.

"Yes, the old slave will do it." The shopkeeper responded quickly.

Wei Zimo pondered for a moment, and then said, "Let Mo Yunge take action if necessary."

"Yes." The shopkeeper knew that now that the life and death are at stake, if even half of the property cannot be kept, then something will happen to your Highness, and Mo Yunge is the last killer.

Today, there are three major pavilions, namely the Soul Eater Pavilion, Moyan Pavilion, and Moyun Pavilion. The Soul Eater Pavilion was destroyed in Feng Aoyun’s hands, but it was still there. Finally, it was gathered by Feng Aotian. Yan Pavilion is in the hands of Ye Meixi, and Moyun Pavilion is the largest of the three pavilions. The world only knows Moyun Pavilion, but who is the pavilion owner of Moyun Pavilion? I have never seen people in Moyun Pavilion haunt the rivers and lakes, so there is a saying in the rivers and lakes, "Mo Yun moves, the situation changes."

Similarly, at this time, Xing Wuyun also received news that he was lying comfortably on the soft couch, drinking wine, looking at the letter paper in his hand, and the corner of his mouth ticked, "This is just the beginning."

No wind came in and looked at him, "The syphilis has been controlled, when will I leave?"

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Wait, don't worry."

No wind immediately sat down, "Don't you want to go back soon?"

"Now the good show has just begun. If I go back, wouldn't it be a pity." Xing Wuyun then poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of him.

Windless picked up the wine glass and sniffed lightly, "Where did you get it from?"

"From my master." Xing Wuyun replied unhurriedly.

"How many masters do you have?" Wufeng smiled, "Be careful to let the old man hear you."

Xing Wuyun curled his lips and smiled, "He doesn't know which old way he is playing against now, and he has no time to take care of me."

"That's true." Wufeng was noncommittal, raised his head and drank it, the mouth was sweet, but not very strong, "How can this wine have medicinal properties?"

"I haven't healed from my injury. This wine keeps me healthy." Xing Wuyun continued.

He then stepped forward and looked at Xing Wuyun, "Let me see?"

"This can't work." Xing Wuyun quickly gathered her own robe, "If she knew about it, she would definitely be jealous."

"Who is that?" Wufeng asked inexplicably.

"Naturally is the person in my son's heart." Xing Wuyun narrowed his peachy eyes, which was very attractive.

No wind raised his eyes, Su Ri's indifferent eyes, now he couldn't help showing a surprised look, "Are you defending her like a jade?"

"If you say so, then it is." Xing Wuyun undeniably responded.

Wufeng couldn't help taking a breath and looked at him, "It seems that you are poisoned."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "I am willing."

Wufeng listened to his words and shook his head, "If you say so, I will see what sacredness is to make you bohemian people able to correct evil?"

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "I can't see him."

"Why?" Wufeng asked, looking at him.

"If you saw it and fell in love, I wouldn't follow it." Xing Wuyun knew Feng Aotian's charm, and he didn't want one more person to have her with him.

Seeing him so nervous, Wufeng sighed helplessly, "If you don't see, you won't see."

Xing Wuyun smiled, "Drinking."

No wind raised his glass, drank with him, looking at him amused.

Feng Aotian stopped dinner, Lan Jingshu and Gu Yefeng quit.

She stepped up and walked out, and Meteor hurriedly followed.

"Holy Lord, Meteor will also go to the Wind Clan." Meteor said, pulling her sleeve.

"Do you want to see Little White Snake?" Feng Aotian asked, looking down at him.

"Yeah." Meteor nodded.

"It's cultivating now, you still don't bother it too often. You can go again when the golden scroll is opened." Feng Aotian touched Meteor's head, obviously seeing the unpleasantness in the eyes of the dog.

Meteor nodded, then turned around and sat quietly beside the dog, obviously a little unhappy.

Feng Aotian looked at him amused, then lifted his steps, left the palace, and walked to the Feng Clan.

Mu Hanjin is now lying on the bed, her complexion is much better, and her body is much better than before. He tried to get off the bed, propped on one side, and walked step by step. In three days, he was the second death. , The thought of a stranger with a woman... his heart was sore as tears, he couldn't guarantee that he would not be able to sustain it since then.

He walked along the bed and slowly moved to the window, through the window, looking at the moonlight, his elegant and water-like figure revealed a faint sadness.

When Feng Aotian walked into the house, she saw him looking out of the window in a daze. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she stepped forward. Since his back was wrapped around him, she felt the coldness of him, and her brows frowned slightly. , "You have just recovered a little bit, so are you blowing here?"

Mu Hanjin felt the warmth behind him, and he condensed his mind, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "Lying for too long, I want to walk around."

Feng Aotian nodded, "I should walk around, otherwise, how can I have strength then."

Mu Hanjin smiled bitterly, turned around and looked at her, "The emperor, if the minister is not clean, would you still want a minister?"

"Why is it not clean?" Feng Aotian rubbed his chin, gently sucking on his lips.

Mu Hanjin softened, leaned on the window sill, looked down at her, "This second death..."

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "Master will be with you."

Mu Hanjin couldn't help sighing, "Does the emperor mind at all?"

"Mind what?" Feng Aotian asked knowingly.

Mu Hanjin squeezed the corners of her mouth and turned her eyes slightly, not daring to look at her, "Don't mind, the minister is happy with the nine women?"

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Mind."

Mu Hanjin turned her eyes and looked at her, "What should the minister do?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian asked him back.

"The minister doesn't want to leave the emperor, but the minister can't pass his own level." He took her into his arms and said helplessly.

Feng Aotian put on his thin waist and rubbed his cheek against his chest, "What a fool."

Mu Hanjin chuckled, "The minister is really stupid."

Feng Aotian hugged him and suddenly bit down on his chest severely, "Do you forget what the Lord said?"

Mu Hanjin pressed her lips tightly, "What the **** should the minister do?"

Feng Aotian let go of him and took his hand, "Go back and lie down. After three days, the master will personally accompany you."

She had said everything so clearly, if he still couldn't guess it, she would be a fool.

Mu Hanjin is now immersed in her second death three days later. Now, listening to Feng Aotian wanting to accompany him, his heart suddenly becomes cold. He is afraid that he will have her by his side. He would bite his tongue and commit suicide on the spot, and would not let those women touch him, how to think of the mystery in this statement.

Feng Aotian helped him to lie down, then on the bed, the two embraced each other.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at her, "My lord, can you find Lingyu?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "I just don't know, this spirit jade may be able to detoxify the poison of thousands of years."

"The minister consulted the ancient books, and the spirit jade can be solved. However, because King An is still young, he cannot bear a whole piece of spirit jade. It takes time and time to grind the spirit jade into powder, and then take a certain amount every day until the whole piece is taken. Lingyu absorbed." Mu Hanjin continued.

"So how long?" Feng Aotian couldn't help asking.

"Wang An is just ten years old, at least three years." Mu Hanjin continued.

"Three years?" Feng Aotian couldn't help but feel cold. "He is going to fall asleep for three years. When he wakes up, I am afraid it will be a different situation."

"Yes." Mu Hanjin couldn't help but sighed, "It's just that this is the best way to dissolve the thousand years."

"It can only be so now." Feng Aotian nodded. It is impossible for Meteor to sacrifice herself to save Feng Yinqi. Now there is no other way except Lingyu.

Mu Hanjin hugged her, "The emperor, the minister will come back to you alive and won't make you so hard."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Okay, Lord is waiting for you."

"The emperor, how good is the third prince in the palace now?" Mu Hanjin thought. Wei Zimo has been in the palace for some time, and I don’t know if she is used to it. Although there are always more people around her, but now, he only I hope they will guard her well.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "I am slowly adapting."

"Chen just got the news that the industry in his hands is being swallowed by a force." Mu Hanjin has been paying attention to the movement outside these days when he woke up.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "He believes that he will handle it by himself."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Where is Meixi Xi?"

"Now, the biggest thing is you." Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "As long as you support him, he can do anything with confidence."

Mu Hanjin leaned in her arms and responded softly, "Okay."

Feng Aotian hugged him, "Don't think about it, no matter what happens, there will be a master with you."

Mu Hanjin smiled low and inhaled the unique scent of her body. No matter how flustered, his heart became very peaceful now.

Wei Zimo came back from the restaurant. It was already the third watch. He stepped forward and entered the bedroom. He unloaded the heavy burden on his body. He sank into the bath tub and raised his head. The red veil was printed on his cheeks, which outlined his beautiful face. He raised his arm and saw that the wound on his arm was slowly scabbing. He closed his eyes slightly, and the mist lingered around him, causing him to gradually relax.

Feng Aotian left from the Feng Clan, went back to the palace, and went straight to the Floating Dream Palace. Hearing the wind and rain waiting outside the door, he heard her coming, and hurriedly saluted, "Slave see the emperor!"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded slightly, then entered the palace, turned around, stepped into the inner hall, looked sideways, looked at the enchanting figure who was getting up and dressed behind the screen, her mouth was filled with a faint smile.

Wei Zimo sensed her breath, then opened his eyes, put on his shirt and walked out, his ink hair was still wet, he was still wearing a veil, walking lightly, a gust of wind blew his clothes, and more Like a fairy tale of Jiuxia, she is unparalleled beauty...

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