Sitting in the bathtub, the coldness on Feng Fuyao's body gradually receded, and then became hot, with a faint pink color on her delicate skin.
She recalled that Ji Ciyan had carried her all the way to the bathtub, changed her clothes, put them down, and scattered flower petals, and now.
Ji Ciyan, who had not yet changed her clothes, sneezed outside.
Looking at the bathroom door, she couldn't help but smile.
It turns out that feeling love is such joy and excitement.
It seems that I have to go back to Jiuyou Mountain to take a look when I have time.
Wearing the middle coat, Feng Fuyao's little face didn't know whether it was because of being smoked or ashamed.
She pulled his sleeves and said with a feeling that she didn't dare to look at him, "You go and wash it."
Looking for a chance, he looked down at her and accidentally caught a glimpse of the growing bulge on her chest.
He coughed dryly and said, "Oh, okay."
Feng Fuyao's charming face realized.
Just when he turned around, she hugged his back from behind and slowly rubbed her face against his back.
The heat in Ji Ciyan's heart increased a few times.
"Ciyan, I like you the most."
Her fingertips turned faintly white, and she scratched his arm.
"Do you like me?"
Her movements were so light that he was not afraid of him noticing.
Ji Ciyan lowered her head and smiled, "What do you think?"
She more than liked it.
However, he was already very happy in his heart if he could get her to say that he liked her.
She pushed him and said, "Go and wash up quickly.
We'll talk about it when you come out."
She began to urge impatiently, how could such sensationalism suit her.
Watching the bathroom door close, Feng Fuyao's bright eyes flashed with absolute determination.
She touched her heart, "Is this what I like?
I don't want to see you get hurt.
I don't want you to see me get hurt."
He chuckled, it felt pretty good.
After taking a few steps back, she formed a seal with her hands, and a faint golden light bloomed.
She made several small seals and covered the door.
As he turned around, he looked back reluctantly a few more times, turned around, and walked out firmly writing his inner determination.
On the other side of the door, Ji Ciyan stared at the frightening white mark on her arm that was starting to turn white.
She was afraid that he would get hurt, so she left him behind.
Ya'ao, this is how you like me.
Using his other hand as a knife, he calmly cut off the area she had just touched.
It was obvious that the blood was flowing from the bones.
The ticking sound was so obvious in the quiet room.
Looking at the wound, he smiled faintly.
But he doesn’t want it, so what should I do?
In the face of danger, he was no longer the person who could only pretend to be a little girl and hide behind children younger than him in fear.
Over the years, he has been constantly opening up his spiritual wisdom, avoiding evil spirits, and expanding the scope of his control, just so that one day he can give her a pair of wings to protect her from the wind and rain when they meet.
Blood-red eyes, this feeling cannot be erased.
Going out of the window and detouring to the house in the courtyard, Feng Fuyao found Shui Mo and briefly talked to him about the matter.
Shui Mo's face was cold and he asked in a low voice: "Master, can you guess who it is this time?"
The sky was unusual, and he had long sensed that something was wrong, but he didn't expect that he was really coming towards the master.
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Touching his chin, the young master looked as usual and said his guess, "If I'm not wrong, it should be the person who has been against me in the dark.
It's just that."
Knowing her opinion, Shui Mo continued, "It's just that this time my plan went wrong and I started fighting with the young master in Cangming."
He glanced at the ink admiringly and said, "Now the enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light.
I just tried it with the Bagua Pan, and found out that this time it must be a sinister evil thing, and there are not a few in number.
The evil thing is here, and I still want to I am a knowing enemy who works me to death with the majority.”
With a click, the sky in the south, which was already covered with dark clouds, thundered with fans, white light flashed, and the clouds were split into several petals.
Shui Mo couldn't hide the worry in his eyes, "Sir, the six people below me are all in the city."
She waved her hand to intercept his words and said, "You don't need them.
What you come here this time is not within your scope."
The four ink and wash people each have different fields.
In line with the concept of seeking refinement rather than broadness, she was just Their strengths have been cultivated, and Shui Mo is good at detecting intelligence and regulating the forces of all parties.
Qinggong and concealment are his weaknesses.
And the people under him are all assisting him.
At most, they are just destined to die.
On the Guisu side, Fuduo Pagoda still needs Wanran and the others to guard it, so they are not brought out.
The person in the dark has definitely calculated this point.
Therefore, he is an enemy who knows the truth.
It seems that he will be shameless if he allows him to be nourished.
"If only Mandong was here."
He sighed with abandonment, and Shui Mo punched the main pillar, but Mandong was missing.
Patting his shoulder, Feng Fuyao comforted him, "Don't think too much, don't you still believe in me, your young master?
Besides, in the future, the Six Kingdoms will be in chaos, and Mandong won't be able to help me detect intelligence."
Walking to the door, she looked at the raindrops flowing from the eaves, smiled, and the boat went straight to the bridge.
It was too early to talk about winning or losing.
If you really thought that you could cure her like this, you were really wrong.
He underestimated her, the young master of the Feng family who had lived two lives, crawled among the dead before, and was now wallowing in the underworld.
She is elegant and arrogant, ah, she just likes to put herself to death to survive.
After exhaling a breath, the raindrops in front of him suddenly condensed into ice, falling to the ground and shattering.
"Yeah" he crossed his arms.
It seemed that he was a little too worried.
He had seen her good-tempered too many times and would always be deceived.
He had forgotten about his young master's methods.
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The autumn wind is bleak, and His Highness is very sad.
Cheng said patting him, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"
Your Highness: Why do I feel like I have become a wife slave after meeting her.
Cheng said he secretly laughed a few times, but he still pretended to be a nice person: No way, besides, you are not weak in other places, you are so good at fighting monsters and so on.
His Highness shook his head: But what should readers do if they don’t think so?
Cheng finally couldn't bear it: No, the young master is about to leave you again, the demon world and the human world are about to start a war, the OSS is about to come out, and your highness is about to end, no, no, no, yes, too.
I went out and covered my mouth, scared, what did I say?
A finger on my little hand is covered in pencil dust from weeks of drawing: You are not His Highness.
His Highness smiled and turned into a monster: Haha, I just want to know the development of the funeral.
Cheng Shuo sweated: Humph, I only told half the truth.
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