Love in Xuancheng

Mo Wuji meditated on the bamboo couch under the east window. Yinxue and qigreedy sat opposite each other at the head of the bed and the end of the bed. Yutanhua and Xingluo sat side by side on the futon on both sides of the tea sea. The five people closed their eyes and seemed to have been settled for many days.

Shen Xingyue stepped in, looked at this, touched that, looked at it once, touched it for a circle, and felt that it was really boring. She went out of the bamboo house in lack of interest, stood by the railing outside and looked around. This look scared her seven Spirits scattered six and a half, and then came to Feng moye with two ups and downs.

Feng moye frowned and was meditating in situ to regulate his breath. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was pale and almost transparent.

Shen Xingyue patted her smooth forehead with hatred.

How did you forget him? What brain! The yuan God was shattered and had to rest. He couldn't heal in a few years. How many times did he fight today? Can you save people's worry, this man!

Shen Xingyue blamed herself. She was so anxious, angry and distressed that she was completely at a loss. She half knelt beside Feng moye and tilted her head to stare at him. She didn't dare to touch him rashly or disturb him. She was so anxious that she burned her heart and scratched her lungs.

After the Huofeng several people adjusted their breath, they saw Shen Xingyue half kneeling beside a very good-looking man. They exchanged glances, nodded at each other clearly, crept to a place two steps away from Shen Xingyue, stopped, held their breath, looked at Shen Xingyue, looked at the wind of closed eyes meditation, and looked again

Shen Xingyue suddenly felt something wrong. It seemed that several examining eyes swept back and forth on her face. She wanted to turn her head, but she felt that her neck was a little stiff and sour, so she raised her hand and rubbed it.

When Huofeng saw Shen Xingyue moving, she opened her mouth and was about to speak. Shen Xingyue flew away with a knife eye. If Huofeng rolled to her lips, she was split back.

Shen Xingyue turned her neck, rubbed her stiff legs, got up slowly, came forward and carried the three little demons to the distance.

After a hundred steps, he released the three little demons, pointed to a room in the west, lowered his voice and said, "go to the house over there and stay there. Don't come out without my command. Do you hear me? Go, go, go! Don't make a noise, stay away from me!"

"Sister Yue, that man is so beautiful. Who is he?" Ling Qing pressed his throat, his eyes inclined towards Feng moye's face.

"Yes, yes, who is he? Is he the master's new slave? He's much better than those in the house! The master has a look at him?" Huofeng's eyes jumped to Feng moye.

Although Tan Xiaoye didn't speak, his small head was like a chicken pecking rice.

Shen Xingyue was so angry that she directly raised her hand and gave a "forehead pat" to one person, staring at him with a warning tunnel: "what man? That man, that man, that's my man, my husband, put away that little bit of careful thinking. You can't look at it more. Remember? It's one by one! If you don't obey me, I'll throw you back to the ten thousand demon Tower! Do you believe it?"

"Believe it! Don't look! Absolutely don't look!" the three little demons said in unison. They were so frightened that they immediately took back their eyes and hung their heads. They didn't dare to look at it any more.

Under the glare of Shen Xingyue, the three little demons entered the house disheartened. As soon as they closed the door, they crowded into the window. They wanted to look out, so they raised their eyes. They were staring like a knife and shrunk their necks and closed the curtains.