This Lord is Too Cruel

Wufeng raised her palm, wrote a word on it, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Understand?"

"Sure enough." Feng Aotian looked at him with a smile, "When are you going to leave?"

"It seems that you've done it in the morning." Wufeng's mouth twitched and smiled sadly.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "You have a plan for yourself, do you need me to calculate?"

"It turns out that you know me so." Wufeng's indifferent eyes moved slightly, and then slowly moved closer, lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Feng Aotian knew that even so, he still felt unhappy in his heart, but she also knew that he would adjust slowly by himself and didn't need her.

Feng Aotian took the windless hand and walked out of the room, and saw Mu Hanjin lying quietly on the couch, her eyes closed slightly, her expression calm, still as elegant as water, and the sun seemed to have a soft touch. The light covered his whole body and looked so calm.

She took a step forward, sat on the stone bench on the side of the reclining chair, gently held his hand, and turned her eyes to Silence, "He must be exhausted these days."

Wufeng looked at the pain in her eyes and smiled indifferently, "Naturally."

Feng Aotian bends down slightly, picks him up from the recliner, and looks at the windlessness, "Don't think about it."

No wind chuckled, "This is the end of the matter, and I can't tolerate my thoughts."

Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he flew out of the courtyard holding Mu Hanjin.

Wufeng watched her leave, and sighed helplessly. Isn't the gentleness of the talents one step closer than the indifference before? But why does his heart still hurt?

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin back to the emperor’s bedroom, carefully placed him on the dragon couch, and was about to get up, and met Mu Hanjin’s opened eyes, with a slight smile on his mouth, like a jade. The face, with a faint soft light, whispered, "The emperor."

Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, biting gently, and unconsciously unconsciously unbuttoning his brocade robe with both hands.

"It seems that the minister came at an untimely time." Xing Wuyun leaned against the door again and looked at the situation in the inner hall. This was the second time he had met.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and he looked up at him, "You really came at an untimely time."

"The emperor will continue, and the minister will retire." Xing Wuyun straightened up slowly, turned and walked out.

Feng Aotian was distracted and looked at Mu Hanjin's pink cheeks. He didn't know if he was shy when he was hit by a good thing, or because of the love of the talent, he slowly sat up, dressed himself, and whispered, "The emperor. Go and see him."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian coughed a few times, turned around, and quickly walked out of the inner hall, leaving the Imperial Palace, and saw Xing Wuyun standing outside the hall alone, seeming to know that she would come out.

She walked to his side unhurriedly and pressed her shoulder against him, "How about Zi Mo?"

"Can the emperor think of him?" Xing Dao.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, wrapped his waist, and leaned on his shoulder, "You are very jealous today."

Xing Wuyun raised his hand to embrace her shoulders, letting her lean in her own arms, "I care too much, I don't even think it's me when I speak."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Master should be happy."

Xing Wuyun looked at her sideways, "Then I have to be jealous all the time, the emperor should always be happy?"

Feng Aotian looked at him and nodded softly, "It's so good."

"I want to be beautiful." Xing Wuyun touched her forehead, his eyes met, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he whispered, "I can't do without you more and more."

"Then it will be entangled for a lifetime." Feng Aotian leaned closer and kissed his lips.

Xing Wuyun smiled and bit, hugged her tightly, and he felt nostalgic for holding her like this.

Mu Hanjin stood at the gate of the main hall, looking at the two people in front of him, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she smiled softly, "It's not time for the minister to come now."

Feng Aotian had a headache, and looked at Mu Hanjin sideways, "Let me kiss him."

Mu Hanjin gave a low laugh, and then stepped forward to her, "Will the emperor go and see Wei Zimo?"

"Let's go." Feng Ao Tianshi only saw the gloom in Xing Wuyun's eyes, and it seemed that he went there in person, with little effect.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways at Mu Hanjin, "You understand."

Mu Hanjin smiled, "I just know what the emperor is thinking."

"Go, he is not good, very bad." Xing Wuyun remembered that Shicai went to see him, hiding himself in the dark, not wanting to see anyone, and even shutting him out, this situation made him I remembered the childhood Wei Zimo. When he first saw Wei Zimo, he was so lonely and cautiously hiding in the corner.

Feng Aotian knew that even Xing Wuyun couldn't say that it was bad. Then he was really bad and bad. She tapped her toes and flew towards the Floating Dream Palace.

Mu Hanjin watched Feng Aotian leave, then looked at Xing Wuyun, "I will leave in ten days, or I can come back alive, or..."

Xing Wuyun looked at him, "Didn't you say that she is your life?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin said quietly, "more important than fate."

"Then you are still willing?" Xing Wuyun picked up the folding fan around his waist, gently stretched it out, smiled happily, and looked at him, "Mu Hanjin, now that you have reached this point, would you still be because of the back A long way, and let all the previous achievements you have done before you give up?"

Mu Hanjin chuckled, "It seems that I am a fan of the authorities."

"You just care too much about her, and you are more afraid of losing." Xing Wuyun whispered, "Why don't I? I have already died once, and naturally know the pain of this kind of parting, so now I want to catch it well. , Even if I know that there is more than one me by her side, but I still want to guard her side well."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "As a result, I was more worried."

"That's natural." Xing Wuyun looked at Mu Hanjin, "Anyway, she will definitely not come to you and me tonight. Simply, you will accompany me to drink a few more glasses."

"Are you afraid of being lonely tonight?" Mu Hanjin naturally knows what the pain of comfort is.

Xing Wuyun puts away the folding fan, looks romantic, smiles freely, and pats Mu Hanjin on the shoulder, "I really understand me."

Mu Hanjin shook her head and sighed, "They are all in the same way."

The two laughed at each other, turned around, and entered the imperial palace together.

Feng Aotian flew into the Floating Dream Palace, and regardless of what he had promised at the time, she stepped into the bedroom. There was no light in the whole hall. She frowned, and then walked into the inner hall a few steps. Wei Zimo, who was curled up in the corner, was so lonely and helpless. Her heart felt a pain. She knew that it was not easy for a person who was once proud to endure such pain now.

She stepped forward slowly, standing in front of him, Wei Zimo stepped back a little frightened, but he couldn't go back.

Feng Aotian squatted and looked at him, still wearing a veil on his face, and his whole body was impermeable to the wind. He pressed his lips tightly, as if thinking of something, Feng Aotian knew that this was so poisonous. The place can corrode his weakness, and now Wei Zimo has reached the deepest level, he must survive.

"Don't be afraid, there is a master." Feng Aotian raised his hand, trying to take him into his arms.

"No." Wei Zimo raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian in front of him, his face full of horror, and shook his head desperately.

Feng Aotian stepped forward and grabbed him by the arm, forcefully confined him in his arms, clicked his acupuncture point, hugged him up, walked slowly to the bed, lay him flat, looking down at him Is staring at her in horror.

She stroked his face and said softly, "Do you know who I am?"

Wei Zimo seemed to be unconscious, he nodded slightly, shook his head suddenly, and then whispered, "Who are you?"

Feng Aotian lowered his head and kissed his lips, biting lightly, but did not untie his clothes with both hands. She knew that if she could see the scar on his body, he would be crazy.

Wei Zimo wanted to struggle, but when the acupoint was clicked, he couldn't get rid of it. He could only stare desperately. The cold eyes had lost the luster of the past, and they were all dim.

I don't know how long he has passed, he gradually calmed down, his eyes have recovered a trace of clarity, and even his breathing has become more stable.

Feng Aotian left his lips and whispered, "Is it recognizable now?"

Wei Zimo looked at her blankly and whispered, "Didn't you say that you are not allowed to come again?"

Feng Aotian knew that he had regained his sanity, and he quickly relieved and unlocked his acupuncture points. Wei Zimo had consumed too much energy, and now he could not get up, let alone push her away.

Feng Aotian got on the bed, took him into his arms, and stroked his Qingsi lightly, "If you don't come, will you let you lose your mind?"

Wei Zimo chuckled, "How did you know that I would lose my mind?"

"Is there anyone in this world who doesn't know about it?" Feng Aotian said coldly, "What did you think of?"

"Think of mother concubine, thought of palace, thought of Gongyi Min." Wei Zimo whispered, seeming to recall the past.

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and sighed leisurely, "I didn't even think of the Lord."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "You are always in my heart."

"Don't worry, I only want to hold you like this." Feng Aotian knew Wei Zimo's concerns, she whispered.

Wei Zimo looked at her, "I haven't had a bath for several days."

She knew that he couldn't touch the water anymore since he got scabs, but she didn't care, "What's the matter?"

Wei Zimo sneered, "I can't stand it myself."

"You, it is time to cure this cleanliness problem." Feng Aotian couldn't help saying.

"Do you dislike me?" Wei Zimo asked sensitively.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Then you dislike Lord?"

"What do I dislike you for?" Wei Zimo asked dissatisfiedly.

Feng Aotian lowered his head and gently kissed the corner of his lips, "You are not the only one by your side."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes condensed, "Are you questioning my heart for you?"

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Then why are you talented?"

Wei Zimo was speechless when he was asked. These days, he has suffered from physical torture, thinking of her every day, every night, every moment, and only thinking of her can alleviate this agonizing pain. His heart was contradictory. He didn't want her to see such an ugly side of herself, but he hoped that she could be by his side at all times.

He sometimes thinks that he is really crazy and tortured himself like this. If he were to change to the past, he would definitely go clean and never see her again. Now, when he thinks of leaving her, he is full of heart. Reluctant to give up, he thought, he probably loved her miserably.

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and said softly, "You are not allowed to go anywhere with your master."

Wei Zimo was startled slightly, raised his eyes and looked at her, "You understand my thoughts."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "That's natural, I can read mind."

Wei Zimo leaned quietly in her arms, "How are you doing these days?"

"Good." Feng Aotian replied in a low voice.

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "I know that you like the new and dislike the old, and if you are with them, you will leave me behind."

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Are you mad, or are you mad at yourself?"

"Be angry," Wei Zimo said coldly, "It happens to be poisoned, and it makes people not like people and ghosts not like ghosts."

Feng Aotian hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, "Don't be afraid to have a master by your side."

Wei Zimo looked sideways at her face, becoming brighter and more attractive, and whispered, "Who did you have fun with last night?"

Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, and looked down at him, "You are so sober now."

"For this kind of things, men are the most sensitive." Wei Zimo said coldly, sniffing her body lightly, "There are really many smells."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Is that yours?"

"Yes." Wei Zimo whispered, "It smells bad."

Feng Aotian pecked at the corner of his lips, "Master thinks it fragrant."

"Nonsense." Wei Zimo's eyebrows moved slightly, compared to Shicai's desperate appearance, he is better now.

Feng Aotian has been with Wei Zimo, guarding him all night before leaving.

Thinking that she agreed to go with Hanyao last night, she thought that she had already reached the emperor's bedroom, and everyone was already standing in the hall.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at them, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good." Everyone responded.

Only Xing Wuyun was lying on the soft couch, looking at her sideways, "How well did the emperor sleep last night?"

Feng Aotian looked at him sideways, "Very good."

"That's natural, and the beauty is on the side, can it be good?" Xing Wuyun continued to tease her.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth hooked, and then slowly stepped forward and sat beside him, "I smell of alcohol, didn't sleep last night?"

"Lonely sleep, it would be better to have a drink." Xing Wuyun has a pair of peachy eyes slightly curved, indescribable charm.

Feng Aotian twitched the corner of her mouth and turned her eyes, and she saw Mu Hanjin looking at her gently, and she smiled slightly, "Are you with him?"

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin answered unabashedly, "Chen also can't sleep alone."

Feng Aotian couldn't help sighing, "Then go on tonight, Lord, don't stop."

"It seems that the emperor has a good place tonight." Xing Wuyun said quietly.

auzw.com Feng Aotian raised his foot and kicked Xing Wuyun’s leg, "Go aside."

Xing Wuyun whispered, "Isn't the minister just staying aside, it doesn't hinder the emperor."

Feng Aotian glared at him fiercely, then looked up and saw Leng Qianye looking at her meaningfully. She coughed and said with a smile, "Fu Zhuo and Peihan should be coming soon."

"The tenth day." Leng Qianye replied in a low voice, and then sat aside, pouring water, took a light sip, and handed it to Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian couldn't help but licked the corner of his lips, took the teacup in his hand, drank it, and then stuffed it to him, "One more cup."

"Here." Xing Wuyun quickly handed her the tea cup he had poured.

Feng Aotian was stunned for a moment. Seeing him, she understood that there was nothing to do. She gave him a fierce look, but still took the tea cup he handed over and took a sip.

Then she saw Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanyao also pouring tea and handing it to her. The corner of her mouth twitched, and she finally understood what it means to be invincible beauty.

She took them one by one, drank all the tea, and then walked out with Mu Hanyao's hand.

Xing Wuyun looked sideways and watched Leng Qianye staring blankly. He chuckled, "How can the emperor take Brother Hanyao out?"

Leng Qianye retracted his gaze and turned to look at Xing Wuyun, "It seems that some people have decided to break the can and do not plan to put it back."

Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin looked at each other. They were both very small-minded people. On the surface, the more generous they seemed, the more improper they were. In fact, they were the smallest-minded.

The two of them went to the study wittyly, Lan Jingshu and Mu Hanjin sat cross-legged, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "You are here these few days and help me review the memorials, I feel a lot easier."

"I have a few days left." Mu Hanjin picked up the imperial pen, flipped through the memorial, looked at Lan Jing's book, and said warmly.

"When will you be back?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking, knowing that he would not stay too long.

"Next time I come back, I won't leave again." Mu Hanjin responded with a light smile.

"That's good, the emperor cannot do without you." Lan Jingshu responded with a smile.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him, "The emperor can't do without you. If you leave, who will deal with this memorial?"

Lan Jingshu chuckled, "Yes, the emperor really can't do without me."

The tone of his words was like self-comfort.

Mu Hanjin knew that the emperor treats them the same as people knowing that they are warm and cold. However, many times, they will still show selfishness, be more greedy, and want more.

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and looked at Xing Wuyun, "If you want to say anything, just say it."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyebrows and looked at Leng Qianye with a tut, "It seems that you are also breaking the jar, so you don't plan to put it back."

"Extremely true." Leng Qianye raised his hand, pushing the teacup in his hand towards him.

Xing Wuyun took it coolly, and then said, "Is this the cup that the emperor drank?"

Leng Qianye sneered, "Now Xiaoyaohou is not chasing you to fight, it just happens that I haven't been active in the past few days, so I might as well fight with you."

When Xing Wuyun heard this, he curled his lips and smiled, "Then I will be disrespectful."

When the two talked, there was already a flash of light, and in a flash, the two of them flew out of the imperial palace. Su Ri, they would see a bright red and a goose yellow figure in the air. It became a touch of lavender and a touch of goose yellow, but it was also a spectacle.

Mu Hanjin listened to the fighting outside, "Both of them, both of them have been upset these past two days. Whether they are fighting, it's time to vent."

"Yes." Lan Jingshu responded with a smile.

The two stopped saying anything, but quietly reviewed the memorial.

Feng Aotian walked slowly with Mu Hanyao, and then said, "Would you like to go back to Mu's house and sit in your yard?"

Mu Hanyao nodded gently, "The emperor now thinks of the minister?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes, thinking about who would be jealous, even if Mu Hanyao is jealous, he would not say it, but, today...

She raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly, "Why did you think of it today?"

"The minister came back these days, I am alone with the emperor today. If it weren't for looking at the emperor now, the minister would have thought that the emperor would have forgotten the minister." Mu Hanyao's voice was low, with a man's unique magnetism, and it sounded cold. Cool, very tempting.

Feng Aotian smiled lightly, "Oh, it turns out that ice cubes can be jealous."

Mu Hanyao looked at her with a sullen face, with a slight smile, "How does the emperor plan to compensate the minister?"

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth ticked. Who said he was dull, who said he didn't care about it? Look, isn't this already calculating her?

"Then how do you want the Lord to compensate you?" Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows slightly, and took a step forward slowly, approaching him, tilting her head slightly, and the corners of her lips sliding across his lips in an ambiguous tone.

Mu Hanyao's eyes moved slightly, and he lowered his head and kissed her lips domineeringly. With great force, she hit Feng Aotian's jaw several times. She gave a low laugh, this fool.

After Mu Hanyao kissed, he took her by the hand, "Today, the emperor belongs only to the minister, and he only stays by his side."

"Are you trying to hold the master?" Feng Aotian followed him forward, deliberately pulling the distance, and swaying his steps.

Mu Hanyao said solemnly, "It would be better if it could be hidden."

"This method is excellent." Feng Aotian nodded in agreement.

Seeing that she was walking slowly on purpose, Mu Hanyao slammed into his sturdy arms as soon as her arm was hard, and he hugged her and flew away from the palace.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at his stern face, and said with a smile, "Master takes a break."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao nodded.

Feng Aotian slowly closed her eyes, a slight cool breeze came from her ears, and the sound of his heartbeat, strong arms around her, making her feel safer.

After half an hour, Mu Hanyao flew down and walked forward holding her in his arms. Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the strange place in front of her. She didn't know that there was such a good place in Beijing.

Mu Hanyao hugged her slowly up the mountain, and then put her down. There is a large grassland in front of him. This is a suspended high mountain, opposite to the endless green hills, and behind is a waterfall. It's a good place.

Feng Aotian thought that it was late autumn and winter would begin in a few days. This place is still like spring in all seasons. She turned her eyes to Mu Hanyao, "Why don't you know that there is such a good place in Beijing?"

"This was also found by the minister by chance." Mu Hanyao took her hand and walked slowly to the right. There is also a thatched hut. However, although the layout is simple, it is readily available and cleans up. Very clean.

She looked up at him, "Do you come here often?"

"Once." Mu Hanyao led her inside and whispered.

"With whom?" Feng Aotian looked at the dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard inside. He narrowed his eyes and looked at him.

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at her, "Naturally it is one person, but now it is two."

Feng Aotian snorted coldly and pointed to the cabinet, "What is the explanation for this?"

"The minister personally purchased it yesterday." Mu Hanyao looked at her and whispered, "The emperor is jealous."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, then looked at the bowls and chopsticks, really new, and then looked at him, "You brought your master here, do you want to..."

Mu Hanyao listened to Feng Aotian's impropriety, and said solemnly, "If the emperor wants to, he will naturally be willing."

Feng Aotian gave a dry cough, thinking that she would still save some energy. After all, it was the eighth day of the eighth day. She had to help Wei Zimo get through this level first, and then wipe them out one by one. .

Mu Hanyao could see the cunning flashing in Feng Aotian's eyes, he hurriedly stepped out of the thatched cottage.

Feng Aotian leaned to one side and looked at his tall and straight back, then stepped forward, hugged him behind him, and pressed his cheeks against his thick back, "After staying for a few days this time, you will have to leave again. Time is up."

"The emperor already has a plan." Mu Hanyao whispered.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian replied softly, "Everything is already in preparation, and he is also about to move around. Master can't let him take the lead."

"The minister understands." Mu Hanyao knew that he couldn't be by her side all the time, because he still had more important things to do.

He slowly turned around and took her into his arms. He was obviously so thin, why did he have the aura of fear? However, he knew to protect her well.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and whispered, "What will you do later?"

Mu Hanyao looked down at her, "What does the emperor want to do?"

Feng Aotian smiled and took him away from the thatched house. Then he wanted to go to the top of the waterfall, facing the waterfall, and letting the cold water hit their clothes. They flew up and landed on the waterfall. At the top, hugging and looking into the distance.

Leng Qianye and Xing Wuyun fought for a whole day. In the end, there was still no winner or loser, so they had to give up. The two lay on the cold ground, looking up at the watery sky.

"Your martial arts have improved." Leng Qianye whispered while looking at Xing Wuyun.

"Yours is not bad either." Xing Wuyun said unceremoniously.

Mu Hanjin and Lan Jing walked out after reviewing the memorandum, and saw the two lying on the golden bricks outside the hall. The two of them glanced at each other, then stepped forward, "If you can't get up yet, you will get sick."

Leng Qianye raised his eyes to look at Mu Hanjin, "It's okay."

"It was a great fight." Xing Wuyun said with a smile, and then got up from the ground, "I have to take good care of my body."

Leng Qianye heard the ambiguity, and he immediately got up, "Are you going to fight me again?"

"No, I'm going to see my junior brother." Xing Wuyun waved his hand quickly, hitting him again, and let him live.

Xing Wuyun got up, then walked forward slowly.

Leng Qianye stood up with Mu Hanjin's hand and looked into the distance, "It seems that the emperor will not be back tonight."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Brother Leng can choose the bedroom?"

"There is not a palace next to you, called Lengyue Palace, I think it fits the scene." Leng Qianye continued.

Mu Hanjin smiled lightly, "If that's the case, Jing Shu ordered someone to buy it."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye nodded, "However, I can't live for a few days in a year."

"It's always necessary." Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Leng Qianye, "Brother Leng will still be back."

Leng Qianye curled her lips and smiled, looking at Mu Hanjin, "How is your body?"

"The same way." Mu Hanjin said with a smile, and then looked at Lan Jingshu, "Let's go for dinner."

"I have ordered someone to prepare it." Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at Leng Qianye, "Big Brother Leng will go wash first."

"Yeah." Leng Qianye is now sweating, Shicai blew the cold wind again, and now he is going to wash.

When Wei Zimo woke up, it was already mid-afternoon. Seeing that she was gone by the bed, he couldn't help feeling a little lost. He untied his clothes and saw that his body was slowly receding scars. There was a flash of joy, and now I am waiting for the arrival of the eighth day, hoping that he can be with her intact.

When Xing Wuyun walked to the courtyard, he saw Wufeng and Meteor eating dinner. He hurried forward, sat on one side, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and started to use them.

Meteor and Wufeng glanced at him. The news that he had been with Leng Qianye for a day had already been spread in the palace, and they naturally knew it. Now that he saw his appearance, Meteor couldn't help but joked, "You are now It's like an eggplant beaten by frost."

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Then do you want to try?"

Meteor smacked his lips, "No, I don't have to sleep alone."

Xing Wuyun was hit by the sore spot by the meteor. He raised his eyes and looked at the meteor, "It seems that it is necessary to fight again."

Meteor waved his hand quickly and said, "I'll drink with you."

Xing Wuyun picked up the tableware again and continued to eat.

Wufeng looked at him after finishing the move, still looking sullen, and said calmly, "Who are you talking to?"

"Be yourself." Xing Wuyun said flatly.

"You look like a dissatisfaction," Wufeng said straightforwardly.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glared at him fiercely, "Then what about you? It's as good as ever."

Wufeng was also mentioned by Xing Wuyun about the pain, he chuckled, "Yes, so you should be happy."

Xing Wuyun listened to the ridicule in Wufeng's words, and quickly put down the tableware, "What's wrong with you?"

"He is poisoned by the Holy Lord, and there is no solution." Meteor interjected.

"She didn't express her attitude to you, how can you still have this slanderous attitude." Xing Wuyun looked at Wufeng and whispered, "I shouldn't have let you go down the mountain, and there will be no such thing as your death Not alive."

"When am I going to die?" Wufeng looked at Xing Wuyun, "I am doing well now."

"Have a good time?" Xing Wuyun snorted coldly, "You should go back to the door, which is more suitable for you."

"This place is more suitable for me now." Wufeng put down the dishes and looked at Xing Wuyun, the two were secretly competing.

Meteor felt that the atmosphere was not right, and wanted to go forward to reconcile, but two sharp eyes shot at him, he quickly shrank his head, and said nothing.

Feng Aotian and Mu Hanyao spent the night alone on the mountain, just cuddling each other, feeling a moment of tranquility.

The days go on like this, and occasionally there are jealous bickers, but they are also very comfortable. After all, they are all smart people. In a blink of an eye, it was the eighth day.

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