Unfortunately, it seems to have little effect.


    Xiang Xing tilted his little head and frowned faintly.


    Doesn''t he like roast chicken legs?


    This is their signature dish in Fengxiang building.


    I feel that the temptation of delicious food will not succeed. The little guy can only take back the big chicken leg and chew it by himself.


    Gnawing, she suddenly ate again. She couldn''t help laughing and holding the chicken leg. After wiping the oil on her little hand, she quietly extended to Feng Lan''s neck.


    Scratch and scratch gently.


    Until there was a creaking sound of opening the door behind her, the girl immediately took back her hand and retracted the edge of the bed like a child who had done something wrong.


    Then he turned his head carefully and blinked his soft eyes at the smiling woman standing by the door.


    "When I say General Xiang, they all say that Xiao Lan is just resting and raising his body. When he should wake up, he will wake up."


    Feng Han turned back and closed the door. He immediately covered his mouth and paced to Xiang Xing.


    Looking at her dress, the woman''s beautiful eyes were full of meaningful smiles, "you don''t have to stay here like taking care of a patient... Otherwise the holy master will doubt you later."


    "... let him doubt it."


    Xiang Xing shrugged indifferently and continued to nibble at the big chicken leg.


    Hum, they worked so hard to play such a real play, and someone even played himself on the bed. Isn''t it all to help him dissolve this group of Beihu assassins who came to assassinate him.


    If he dares to say anything or blame anything, then situ Ling is a fool~


    However, to put it this way, the little guy still vaguely felt that Feng Lan''s practice of pretending to be dead was really too messy.


    She sighed faintly. Wan shulou


    After eating the drumstick clean and wiping his little hands, his head continued to droop on the edge of the window, staring at a sleeping beauty.


    He also scratched his palm, neck, or waist from time to time.


    Seeing this, Feng Han, who was making tranquil incense, couldn''t help but open his eyes unexpectedly.


    In the past, whenever Xiaolan used turtle breath to raise his body, anyone who touched him would be bounced away by his overbearing and powerful body breath.


    This small general is an exception


    Feng Han can''t help but think of the meeting a while ago. When she first met Feng LAN, even when she came back to Feng Xiang building for the first time, she directly played Bai, which has a very different tune.


    Paused, like an epiphany.


    It seems that this little girl is the girl in the dream that Xiao Lan talked about when she was ill.


    No wonder that when she saw her that night, Xiao Lan immediately eased down from the madness.


    Thinking of this, Feng Han couldn''t help drooping his eyes and smiled with emotion.


    It is no wonder that Xiao Lan has been looking for her for a year in the whole Xuanyuan, or even the eye liner distribution of the whole continent.


    I was hiding my identity.


    Not to mention, who could have thought that their most heroic and good at fighting young general Da Xuanyuan was actually such a lovely and clever daughter''s home.


    But at least, I was lucky to meet Xiao Lan.


    And this time, he finally came through all his hardships.


    After thinking about it, Feng Han breathed a long sigh of relief.


    In order to continue the work of perfuming the hands, he suddenly heard the direction of the bed, and there were several very mild sneezes.


    The woman gave a meal in her hand and couldn''t help looking sideways.