"That''s what I expected."


    Feng LAN smiled and looked slightly heavy, "those old guys just want to intervene, but it doesn''t matter..."


    "Star,"


    As he spoke, the man suddenly lowered his eyes, stared at Xiang Xing carefully, and said with a soft smile, "during the turtle''s rest and body cultivation, I have figured out the next strategy for the holy master... So, early tomorrow morning, please invite the holy master and let me talk to him in detail, okay?"


    "... huh?"


    Xiang Xing blinked his soft eyes and tilted his small head.


    He opened his mouth straightly, "it''s only a quarter of an hour now. What the holy Master said to be her flower escort is still around sister fenghan to block her from those enthusiastic CHILDES."


    It''s better to call situ Ling in and discuss the top priority first than let him do such a bad thing, isn''t it.


    ——Eh, why does she suddenly look like an old woman who hates iron and doesn''t become steel.


    The little one could not help but make complaints about himself.


    But the man before the meeting was suddenly stunned.


    Then, unexpectedly, it meant to deeply arouse the crimson lips, whispered, and asked a seemingly irrelevant question.


    "Sister Xinger, don''t you wonder why I suddenly wake up?"


    "... then why?"


    The little guy sipped his pink lips and asked him very cooperatively.


    But I thought, Wulin experts, the higher their internal skills, the faster they recover.


    Unexpectedly, Fenglan suddenly seemed to hide a deep smile, and the peach blossom eyes were slightly raised for a few minutes.


    His head moved closer to her and continued to ask, "don''t you find... What''s the difference between me and normal days?"


    "... ah?"


    This question directly confused Xiang Xing.


    What''s the difference?


    She narrowed her soft eyes, stretched her neck and looked at the man carefully. 1800 literature


    Um.


    Eyes are eyes and nose is nose. The shape hasn''t changed.


    Is


    Somehow, she seemed to feel that his ears with perfect contours, and whether they were illuminated by candlelight or something, were slightly red.


    Moreover, he seemed a little too hot to hold his hand.


    To be exact, it seems that the person sitting opposite him is like a mobile heater, which is vaguely emitting heat energy.


    No wonder she doesn''t have a stuffy nose.


    Think about it, the little guy has a small head again.


    He could not help bending his eyes and smiling: "brother Fenglan, you are like a big stove now. Even the wind and cold of Xinger are warm and run away ~"


    "... ha."


    Feng LAN laughed.


    But it was so close that the tip of the towering nose almost touched her.


    In the dark brown peach blossom eyes, there was a strong color, like a lot of villains adding firewood and charcoal.


    "Yes... I''m really like a big stove at the moment."


    He continued to laugh, but the conversation turned slightly, "but somehow... Some of the firewood and charcoal in this big stove can''t be burned out."


    "Ah?"


    Xiang Xing still didn''t understand his vague words at first.


    But soon, she seemed to suddenly realize something, and two blushes suddenly appeared on her soft cheeks.


    No, it''s not what she thinks


    When the little guy panicked, he finally smelled a faint mystery.


    When she just ate the cake, she was always disturbed by the smell of the cake, and she didn''t pay much attention.


    After Feng LAN reminded her, she suddenly realized... There was an unspeakable but surprisingly intoxicating aroma everywhere in the bedroom.