This Lord is Too Cruel

Feng Aotian thought that Feng Yinqi was still asleep, and Father Jiu returned to the mountain now, and there was indeed one less skilled person in the palace, so he replied, "Naturally, welcome."

Xing Wuyun looked sideways and looked at Feng Aotian, obviously unhappy.

Feng Aotian looked at him, put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat more."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and looked at No Wind, his eyes were full of vigilance, but for No Wind, it really did not serve as a warning.

He used breakfast calmly and seemed to have found something interesting at last, and he was in a good mood.

Feng Aotian watched Xing Wuyun sullenly using breakfast, then put the vegetables in his bowl, "Unhappy?"

"No." Xing Wuyun said these two words almost gritted his teeth.

Feng Aotian didn't click, but just nodded. The three of them had nothing to say, and they used dinner quietly.

Returning to the imperial palace south, Nan Yu stood up from the dragon couch with a painful forehead. Jin was slid to his waist, revealing his strong skin. The scratches on his chest made his back unlucky.

He looked sideways, waiting to see the woman beside him, his eyes shot a murderous air, recalling what happened last night, and then he got off the dragon couch, just put on a middle coat and walked out.

There was still a corrosive atmosphere in the air, which made him frown. Although he was interesting to the master of the neon dress door, the feeling of being calculated was really uncomfortable. Moreover, it was too intense last night and he lost control several times. , This uncontrollable feeling made him cold face and waved out the book case with one hand.

Hearing the noise, the woman on the dragon couch woke up, raised her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her. She was shocked and turned her head down, looking at the bruises and soreness all over her body, her hands were even weaker. , Her eyes shot fiercely, her lip was bitten, her face turned pale, she should have guessed the purpose of the windless coming early in the morning, but she was so careful, she was designed, she resisted the humiliation, thinking The clouds and rain last night, she regarded Nan Yu as Xing Wuyun, she was like that, but now...wake up from the dream, Xing Wuyun, cut off her last hope by herself, he dare to treat her like this, she secretly swears that she must Recover the current humiliation thousands of times.

Nan Yu turned around and watched her sit on the dragon couch without saying a word. Last night, when she was emotional, she kept calling other people's names. As a man, she was naturally unhappy in her heart. Even if she was interested in her, he still I don't feel like eating.

He didn't show any pity, but went straight to wash and wear.

Lu Yunxiu raised her eyes and looked at the indifferent back. She condensed all her emotions, endured the discomfort on her body, put on her clothes, and then stepped out of the bedroom.

Nan Yu didn't stop him, and after getting dressed, he went to the morning court.

Lu Yunxiu flew away from the palace, landed in a house, and walked into the main house, "prepare to bathe."

The subordinates behind her quickly responded, seeing that she was bloodthirsty all over, they knew that she was in a bad mood, and quickly went to prepare.

Lu Yunxiu lay in the tub, desperately washing her extravagant marks, each of which was her shame. She raised her head, concealed her tears, pressed her lips tightly, raised her hand, and wiped it with the back of her hand. The red and swollen lips finally couldn't help but yell, "Xing Wuyun!"

After breakfast, Feng Aotian and Xing Wuyun sat on the soft couch. She looked at the secret letter in her hand, raised her eyes, and looked at him, "Can those people be found?"

"No." Xing Wuyun shook his head.

"What happened yesterday, I am afraid that those people have been killed." Feng Aotian said indifferently.

"It should be, so, it saves the ministers from doing it." Xing Wuyun looked at Wufeng who was sitting on the side warily.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Since this is done, let's go back."

"What about Nan returning home?" Xing Wuyun came this time, thinking about swallowing Nan returning home.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What are your plans?"

Xing Wuyun lay on one side and looked at her, "Since I'm here, I can't go back empty-handed. What's more, Furong Pavilion has been discovered by him. If he doesn't do anything, even if he goes back, he still can't tolerate it."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Well, indeed, what do you want to do?"

"The emperor doesn't want to take it as soon as possible?" Xing Wuyun thought that this good time should be solved directly.

Feng Aotian smiled lowly, "Why did Lu Yunxiu come here?"

"Isn't it for the minister?" Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Feng Aotian slowly leaned over and slid his fingertips over his chest, "Leling sent her to come. There must be some arrangement. Nan Yu is not an easy person to deal with. He is very ambitious. Leling is just an expedient measure, and Leling also knows this. Once such people reach a certain consensus, they will be in agreement with the enemy, but after the matter is done, they will become disapproved."

"It seems that Leling made arrangements secretly." Xing Wuyun looked at her, "The emperor thinks that the matter of the Southern King already knew that it was the smoke bomb you released?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "It should be, now, I'm afraid I'm looking for this group of people, so I can catch them all."

"It seems that I want to move him, but now I still owe time." Xing Wuyun was silent for a moment and replied slowly.

"However, now, after the incident between Lu Yunxiu and Nan Yu, I am afraid there is a gap." The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth was slightly raised, and Feng's eyes flashed with dim light.

"Does the emperor mean to let the ministers use the beautiful men?" Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Aotian's tone, obviously meaning this.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "I can't bear it."

Xing Wuyun laughed, "Since Nan Huiguo can't move now, then go back."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Well, Zi Mo is in big trouble now. Master will leave for a few days in two days. He still needs you there."

"Where to go?" Xing Wuyun's eyes lighted and put away his smile.

"Save people." Feng Aotian said lightly.

"Mu Hanjin?" Xing Wuyun stared at her, knowing that in this world, except for one person who can make her work so hard, that is Mu Hanjin.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "He needs a master."

Xing Wuyun curled his lips and smiled, "It seems that he will be back after some time."

"It should be, but it will take some time to pass this level." Feng Aotian counted the days and replied truthfully.

Xing Wuyun got up from the soft couch and looked at her, "The minister is waiting."

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took him into his arms, "Your careful thinking, don't think you don't know."

Xing Wuyun leaned in her arms, looked sideways and looked at Wufeng. Since Feng Aotian is not here these days, he just took this opportunity to send Wufeng back.

He chuckled and put his chin on Feng Aotian's shoulder, "The emperor understands the minister."

Wufeng certainly understood the calculations in Xing Wuyun's eyes. He smiled silently, and it was not so easy to let him go.

At this time, the figure of the soul fell.

"Master, there is something in Qicheng," the soul replied in a low voice.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at him, "Did they do it?"

"Yes." The soul nodded, "However, there hasn't been any movement in Beijing."

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "It's okay, let them do it."

"Yes." The soul replied.

Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, "Does the emperor have to go to Qicheng?"

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "This place is not far from Qicheng. I want to see it. How about a trip with my master?"

"No, the minister should return to Beijing first. Wei Zimo still needs a minister at that place." Xing Wuyun didn't want to look at her and Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye's affection.

Feng Aotian nodded and said, "Okay, then you can set off."

"The minister obeyed!" Xing Wuyun pretended to be a respectful salute and answered quietly.

Feng Aotian looked at him amusedly, his eyes sideways, looking at the windlessness on the side, "The genius doctor will return to Beijing with him."

"Alright." Wufeng nodded.

"Just go to see King An." Feng Aotian continued.

Xing Wuyun seemed to understand Feng Aotian's intention to let Wufeng return to Beijing together, and then said, "The emperor can rest assured, the minister will let him take a good look at Wang An."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, holding Xing Wuyun's hand, "After returning to Beijing, obediently wait for the master to go back."

"Good." Xing Wuyun responded with a light smile.

After lunch, Feng Aotian left for Qicheng.

Xing Wuyun watched her leaving, looked sideways, looked at Wufeng, and smiled, "Don't hit her idea."

Windless hands around his chest, learning his smile, curled his lips and smiled, "I'm just curious."

"Curious." Xing Wuyun must kill all possibilities in the cradle.

The windless eyes were stained with a smile, "This can't help you, brother, when will you and I leave?"

Xing Wuyun was about to speak, he felt a cold wind blowing, and then saw a purple figure fall. He raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, "He came here so soon?"

"Why are you treating me like this?" Lu Yunxiu stepped forward, her eyes overflowing with puzzlement, even if he didn't love her, he couldn't treat her like that.

Xing Wuyun leaned on his side, walked a few steps forward, and said indifferently, "How did I treat you?"

"You treat me like this, you will regret it." Lu Yunxiu raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at him, shouting sharply.

No wind but motionless, standing aside watching the good show.

"Regret?" Xing Wuyun laughed, "whatever."

Lu Yunxiu's heart was torn apart by his merciless words, and she suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "Well, one day I will let you kneel and beg me."

Xing Wuyun sneered, as if he heard a joke, not looking at her.

Lu Yunxiu suddenly turned and left.

Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun, "It looks like you are in big trouble."

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes and looked at him, "Now the biggest trouble is you."

As he said, he stepped out and walked out, Wufeng smiled at his leaving back, and then followed, and the two also rushed to Fengqi Country.

Last night, Wei Zimo was lying on the bed, but he stayed up all night, but only for a few days. Why is he used to her being by his side? This habit is so terrible, it makes him feel a little scary.

He dragged a somewhat tired body to get up, carelessly washed and dressed properly, then went to the restaurant.

Standing outside the bead curtain, the shopkeeper obviously felt that Wei Zimo's breath was wrong, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only stand with his head down, waiting for questioning.

"Can there be any movement?" Wei Zimo said solemnly.

"Yes." The shopkeeper answered, and then said, "Originally, the industry returned to China has been completely monopolized, but now, 50% of them have been taken back."

Wei Zimo slapped it on the table, "Snatch it back, rather than ruin it, but not fall into his hands."

"The old slave has sent someone to grab it." The shopkeeper quickly responded.

"How many more places?" Wei Zimo asked immediately. Now, in addition to the Feihe City, Lingjiu City, and Fengqi Kingdom controlled by Feng Aotian, the three major powers, in addition to Xuanmo Kingdom, Le He controlled all the industries of Qiguo and Yuluo, Yuguo, returning to China, Bei Liguo's industry was also in his hands, Caiyun two countries were in danger, which made him a little irritable.

Since Wu Yueguo and Ye Meixi announced to the world that day and agreed to Bei Liguo's marriage contract, there has been no news. During these days, Feng Aotian would send him a letter every day, but did not rush to see him.

He had her own plan, but Feng Aotian said nothing about his plan. He knew that she was respecting her own thoughts.

In Early Summer and Xianghan, seeing Ye Meixi reluctant to say anything in the past few days, and her face gloomy all day, she can't help but feel a little worried.

Ye Meixi looked at the portrait spread out on the table, but thoughtfully.

When Feng Aotian rushed to Qicheng, the sky was already dark.

Xue Ke hadn't heard any more news since Chu Lingtian left that day. However, she knew that Chu Lingtian had already arrived in Xuanmo Kingdom today and entered the palace early in the morning. There was no more news. She was very worried.

Jin Yao was receiving news from Feng Qianning, saying that there was a movement in her place, and was about to discuss with Mu Hanyao and Leng Qianye. When he raised his eyes, he saw a silver-gray figure inside, falling on her. before.

She raised her eyes and waited to see the incoming person clearly, and hurriedly stepped forward, inevitably a little agitated, "Slaves see master."

"I have lost weight these days." Feng Aotian looked at Jin Yao and said lightly, raising his hand to help her up.

"You have to worry about me." Jin Yao raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian. He couldn't help but think of Father Cat. Although she had always been poor at expressing her, now, she couldn't help but feel sad.

Feng Aotian looked at her, "Can you receive news from Feng Qianning?"

"Master, do you know?" Jin Yao quickly put away his short emotions, looked at her, and asked.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master, come and have a look."

Xue Ke heard the noise, and when she walked into the camp, when she saw Feng Aotian, she hurried forward and wanted to salute.

Feng Aotian turned around and helped her up, "They are all pregnant people, and they are so reckless."

"Master." Xue Ke couldn't help but burst into tears.

Feng Aotian looked at her with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Still crying? Beware that the child born is a crying ghost."

Xue Ke quickly stopped crying, and whispered, "The master is laughing at the slave."

Feng Aotian lowered his head and looked at her slightly bulging belly, "Can you get used to it when Chu Lingtian is away?"

"Some worry about him." Xue Ke lowered her eyes and said in a low voice.

"It's okay, after a while, you will rush to take a look." Feng Aotian stepped forward, stroking Xue Ke's stomach, and said.

"Yes." Xue Ke nodded, having not seen Feng Aotian for a long time, inevitably a little excited.

Feng Aotian looked at Xue Ke and Jin Yao, "Where are the two of them?"

"One is patrolling, and one is in his own camp." Jin Yao continued.

From Jin Yao's words, Feng Aotian could guess that the patrolling must be Mu Hanyao, and the one in the camp must be Leng Qianye.

She turned around, stepped out of the camp, and walked into the camp not far away, and saw that indifferent figure, looking down at the sand table in her hand.

Feng Aotian's footsteps were extremely light. Before he noticed it, he stood in front of him, tilted his head, and watched together, "Can you think of a way?"

Leng Qianye followed the voice, startled at first, suddenly raised his eyes, and when he saw the person coming, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "My lord, when did you come?"

"I just arrived." Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, "I definitely didn't eat well these days."

Leng Qianye smiled and looked at her, put down the flag in his hand, held her hand, and dragged her into her arms, holding her tightly, "How about the emperor?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Aotian stroked his back, leaned in his arms, sucked in the faint breath of him, and felt relieved.

auzw.com Leng Qianye hugged tighter, "The emperor, the minister misses you very much."

"Lord too." Feng Aotian nodded and said, the person in front of her is what she cares about and wants to cherish. How can she not think about it?

Leng Qianye smiled deeper at the corner of his mouth. He let go of her, looked at her carefully, and then said, frowning, "Why does the minister feel that the emperor has lost a lot of weight?"

"Running back and forth, naturally you will lose weight." Feng Aotian shook his hand, walked to the soft couch on one side, and sat down.

Leng Qianye quickly poured tea and handed it to her, "The emperor, the minister will prepare food for you."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded.

Leng Qianye was about to get up, and saw soldiers walking in with food outside the door.

Feng Aotian knew that it must have been ordered by Jin Yao early in the morning. She looked sideways and looked at him, "Use it with your master."

"Okay." Leng Qianye nodded, and then sat down with Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian heard the heavy footsteps coming from outside the camp, her mouth twitched, "It looks like someone has rushed back."

Leng Qianye smiled lightly, "He must have got the news and hurried over."

Feng Aotian nodded, and saw a broad figure rushing in. When he saw the person in front of him, his cold face flashed with throbbing, a few steps forward, stood in front of her, and said, "Chen See the emperor!"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Sit down and have a meal."

"Yes." Mu Hanyao nodded, then sat down, looking at her.

Feng Aotian curled his eyebrows slightly and looked at him, "Aren't you hungry?"

"It's okay." Mu Hanyao replied in a deep voice, then picked up the bowls and chopsticks, put the dishes in Feng Aotian's bowl, "The emperor uses more."

Feng Aotian picked up the dishes and put them in the bowls of the two of them, "If you are not hungry, use it with your master."

"Yes." The two raised their eyes and looked at her, smiling.

The three of them used it quietly, and Feng Aotian got up, "Go out with him for a walk."

The two looked at each other, smiled, and then left the camp with Feng Aotian and walked inside the barracks.

Seeing the people, the soldiers knelt on the ground together, "See the emperor!"

Feng Aotian waved his hand, "Get up."

"Thank you, the emperor!" everyone responded, and then stood up and performed their duties.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and held the hands of the two respectively. The three of them left the camp and found an empty grassland. Feng Aotian lay down on his own.

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao also lay on both sides of her immediately.

Feng Aotian looked at the stars in the night sky, the autumn wind rustled away, blowing away her green silk, her mouth was smiling, but she watched quietly.

Leng Qianye raised his head, lay down with her, looked at the same night sky, and felt very calm in his heart. He suddenly felt that he didn't need too much words, just need to be with her like this, and he felt very happy.

Mu Hanyao looked sideways, looked at her, and then at the starry sky. At this moment, something big must have happened to her when she came to Qicheng.

Feng Aotian whispered, "Master owes you a lot."

"Why did the emperor say this?" Mu Hanyao was startled slightly, and then asked.

"I can't be by your side all the time." Feng Aotian said lightly, "I can't make you feel at ease."

Leng Qianye looked sideways and looked at her, "The emperor and the ministers understand that as long as the emperor has a minister in his heart, the minister will feel at ease."

Mu Hanyao replied, "Yes, the emperor, aren't you with the minister now?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at the two of them, and smiled lightly, "Who will attend the bed tonight?"

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao were slightly startled, thinking how quickly her mood changed, they couldn't help being silent.

Feng Aotian then turned over, raised his hands, and embraced them in his arms, "Let's go together."

Leng Qianye looked at her with a bright smile, and the corner of her mouth twitched, "The emperor likes it."

Mu Hanyao looked at her, "How many days will the emperor stay?"

"Master will leave tomorrow night." Feng Aotian looked at the two and said, "So, the first moment is worth a thousand dollars."

Mu Hanyao's stern face was stained unnaturally, "The emperor is starting to be rude again."

Feng Aotian hooked his chin, lowered his head, and kissed lightly on his lips, "Master has always been rude, don't you like him?"

Mu Hanyao pressed the corner of his mouth tightly, and said in a deep voice, "No."

Feng Aotian slowly approached him, "Really?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao replied, turning his head unnaturally.

Feng Aotian sighed quietly, then turned around and looked at Leng Qianye, "What about you? Don't you like the rudeness of the master?"

"I like it." Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian and responded with a smile.

Feng Aotian nodded in satisfaction, lowered his head, and kissed his lips, "Really good."

Leng Qianye paused slightly, listening to her admiration, but felt very awkward. When was he said to be really good?

Feng Aotian looked at the two of them, "Let's lie here and rest tonight."

Leng Qianye's face flushed, "The emperor, in the dew of the night, are you afraid of catching the cold?"

"It's okay, it's not that you and the master are warming him." Feng Aotian said, and then up and down his hands, tearing their clothes.

Mu Hanyao raised his hand and held her hand, "The minister wants to go back."

Feng Aotian said solemnly, "No."

Mu Hanyao looked at her, "If you don't want a minister, you have to go back."

"Dare?" Feng Aotian's tone became even more gloomy, "It's getting worse?"

Mu Hanyao suddenly turned sideways, dragged her into his arms, stood up holding her, and walked into the barracks.

Feng Aotian was taken aback by Mu Hanyao's sturdy behavior, leaning against his strong and generous arms, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Don't listen to what the Lord said?"

"If it is freezing cold today, the border is not as good as the capital. If you stay overnight, the minister will feel distressed if you are infected with the wind." Mu Hanyao said solemnly, lowered his head and looked at her.

Feng Aotian curled the corner of his mouth and hooked his neck, "Where will the Lord sleep tonight?"

"As long as it's not on the cold ground, where does the emperor like to sleep?" Mu Hanyao said while hugging her, walking forward calmly.

Leng Qianye was really taken aback by Mu Hanyao's actions. He got up from the ground, followed by his side, and looked at Feng Aotian, "The emperor, Hanyao is right."

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "When have you listened to him like this?"

"The minister is sorry for the emperor." Leng Qianye echoed.

The corner of Feng Aotian’s mouth twitched. It seems that she is becoming less dignified now, but she really likes the feeling of being controlled like this, because they are caring about her.

Feng Aotian was carried back to her camp by Mu Hanyao, then she placed her on the soft couch, turned around, and ordered the soldiers to prepare hot water.

Leng Qianye sat beside Feng Aotian, held her hand in her palm, and breathed lightly. She watched his gentle behavior, and it felt good to be pampered.

Mu Hanyao had already brought the charcoal basin and placed it next to her. Although Feng Aotian had internal strength to protect his body, he was still worried.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Sit down, too, and see how Grandpa will deal with you later."

Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes, his stern face was silent, and then turned around, took off his armor, wrapped his brown uniform, and sat quietly beside her.

Feng Aotian looked at them beside him, with a faint warmth in his heart, until the soldiers brought in the hot water and Mu Hanyao hugged her, "The emperor, the minister will wait for you to take a bath."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Master comes by yourself."

Mu Hanyao nodded, then hugged her into the screen, then turned and left.

He knew her habits. In this world, there was only one person who could wait for her to bathe. Unfortunately, that person had already left. He looked at Leng Qianye, and the two couldn't help but smile.

Feng Aotian took off her clothes and went into the bathtub. She was still waiting...

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao left the camp and went to Leng Qianye's camp. After bathing separately, Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao returned to the camp again wearing normal clothes.

Feng Aotian was already sitting on the soft couch, her ink hair scattered, moving with the wind, and the candlelight swaying, hitting her beautiful moon-like face, looking very peaceful.

The two looked at each other, and walked to her side and sat on either side of her.

Feng Aotian looked at the secret letter in his hand and at the two of them, "Ming'er should be a big move."

"The emperor came here specially for this matter?" Mu Hanyao asked while looking at her.

"The main thing is to see you." Feng Aotian shook their hands, "Nothing is more important than you."

She thought that she might not be able to see them for a long time in the future. Maybe she would meet again, again on the battlefield. Now, she wants to spend a few days with them.

Leng Qianye and Mu Hanyao felt warm in their hearts, and their daily thoughts turned into softness because of her words.

Inside the palace, Xing Wuyun returned to the palace with no wind. It was already midnight. He went to Wei Zimo's bedroom and saw bright lights in the bedroom.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he walked in, Wei Zimo sat in the study room, his eyes solemn.

Wufeng immediately followed him in and saw Wei Zimo again, but he felt that he was different from the past.

He looked at the layout of the bedroom, which was no different from Wei Zimo's Suri, he couldn't help feeling that Feng Aotian was really interested.

Wei Zimo raised his eyes, saw the two of them, and said coldly, "Are you willing to come back?"

Xing Wuyun sat opposite him casually, "The emperor doesn't worry about you, let me come back to accompany you."

Wei Zimo sneered, "You listen to her."

"That's natural." Xing Wuyun responded with a smile.

No wind stepped forward and looked at Wei Zimo, "Brother Wei, don't come here unharmed."

"I haven't seen it for a long time, how are you doing recently?" Wei Zimo asked lightly, looking at the windlessness, raising his eyes.

"Not bad or not." Wu Feng immediately sat down and looked at Wei Zimo, "How good is Big Brother Wei?"

"Not good." Wei Zimo shook his head and passed the secret letter in his hand to Xing Wuyun, "Let's take a look."

Xing Wuyun took the secret letter, looked at ten lines, and tickled the corner of his mouth, "He is really deliberate."

"Well, other industries are now embarrassed on all sides." Wei Zimo did not expect that his actions would be so fast, and he was caught off guard. Now, even the 50% of the industries are fluctuating.

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Can Mo Yunge be dispatched?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded.

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Then fight him well."

Wei Zimo knows Xing Dao, "However, he was unexpected, and now I can't figure out his pulse."

"Isn't there someone here who knows the pulse?" Xing Wuyun glanced sideways and glanced at Wufeng who was watching the show.

"Can he touch it?" Wei Zimo looked at Wufeng, obviously not convinced.

Wufeng looked at Wei Zimo, "Brother Wei is underestimating Wufeng?"

"Fame and fortune, are you willing to be involved?" Wei Zimo said in a low voice, looking at the windlessness.

No wind shook his head, "I don't want to be involved."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "I didn't ask you to get that person's pulse, there is someone else who gets the pulse."

"Who?" Wufeng raised his eyes, looked at him and asked.

"Thousands of years are scattered, do you know?" Xing Wuyun said, looking at Wufeng.

"Millennium scattered?" Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun, "This medicine has no solution."

"Now that there is Lingyu, do you think there is a solution?" Xing Wuyun raised an eyebrow, and then asked.

"Then you didn't knowingly ask?" Wufeng felt that Xing Wuyun was teasing him. When did the brother become so stingy.

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, "It's getting late today, so you will rest and go back tomorrow."

"Where do I sleep?" Wufeng asked in a low voice, knowing Wei Zimo's habits.

"The bedroom next door." Xing Wuyun said, pointing in the direction of Xingyun Palace.

Wufeng smiled and got up, said goodbye to the two, and walked away from the floating dream palace.

Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun, "Did he offend you?"

"Not to provoke me, but to provoke her." Xing Wuyun poured a cup of tea to himself.

Wei Zimo looked at him, "It's getting more and more foolish."

"It's not." Regarding Feng Aotian's affairs, they were unanimously external.

Wei Zimo looked at him, "I'm afraid that Mo Yunge will be dispatched at that time, and it will happen to him. What should I do?"

"Then you see a trick." Xing Wuyun raised his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Zimo, "He is forcing you and me to make a move, then make a move. Even if you lose money to Mo Yun Pavilion, you will have to take back the industry."

"Yes, but Moyun Pavilion was founded by you and me. If you really lose it, you can't bear it." Wei Zimo said quietly, feeling sad.

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Moyun Pavilion can be rebuilt if it is gone, if the industry is gone..."

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