This Lord is Too Cruel

"Concubine Ye has agreed to the marriage contract." The soul whispered.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Yes?"

"Yeah." The soul nodded, "Suchai has already announced to the world that the marriage contract between Wuyue Kingdom and Bei Liguo will take effect. The wedding next month, after the big wedding, Bei Liguo and Wuyue Kingdom will merge into one country and return to Wuyue Kingdom."

Father Cat stood beside Feng Aotian, "Master, what does Ye Meixi want to do?"

Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "Leave him alone."

When Mr. Mao listened to Feng Aotian's tone with a little bit of anger, he knew that this matter seemed to be Ye Meixi's own opinion.

Feng Aotian felt that this matter was very strange. She sent someone to report the letter. Didn't he receive it? Or is there something wrong with this?

The soul's injury was very serious, and now he was holding on. Seeing Feng Aotian did not respond, he still knelt.

Feng Aotian got up, stood by his side, raised his hand, holding his pulse, and then said, "Let Po come back to bear it, you go back to rest, you can't come out if the injury is healed."

"Yes." The soul replied, then he got up with difficulty, turned and left.

Xing Wuyun looked at Feng Aotian, he knew the reason for this to some extent, but he couldn't figure out what Ye Meixi was going to do?

At this time, Ye Meixi followed the dialogue between Shicai Chuxia and Xianghan and thought of a countermeasure. After he made a decision, he received a secret letter from Feng Aotian. After reading it, he felt that it was too late. However, he felt that he should do something for her, not to make her too tired.

Ye Meixi looked at the secret letter in his hand, "Wuyue Country returns to Fengqi Country."

This is the most feasible way, but Bei Liguo will be very difficult to regain. It would be better to let him deal with Xia Luoyan personally. After all, he caused this scourge.

Chu Xia and Xiang Han stood beside Ye Meixi, unable to guess why the emperor did this.

Ye Meixi raised her eyes and looked out the window, with a deep smile at the corner of her mouth. Her enchanting face was coated with a layer of evil, which made her look even brighter.

On this day, due to Gong Yixun's arrival in the palace, many dark guards were injured, and Lan Jingshu, Xing Wuyun and Wei Zimo were also seriously injured.

Feng Aotian looked at Lan Jingshu lying on the dragon couch, turned his eyes, looked at Xing Wuyun lying on the soft couch, Wei Zimo rarely left, but stood still with his hand in front of the window, looking into the distance , I don’t know what I’m thinking.

Gu Yefeng remained silent, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock of Shicai. Only he knew what Shicai's scene meant. Lan Jingshu's words lingered in his heart. His heart still couldn't calm down. Beating desperately.

Feng Aotian looked at him desperate, stepped forward, squatted halfway in front of him, raised his head, and looked at him, "Still afraid?"

Gu Yefeng always clenched his hands in his sleeves tightly, without a moment of relaxation. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his lips were white. Those clear eyes seemed to be covered with a mist, and they waved away. Don't go.

Feng Aotian raised his hands, held his hands, and gently stretched them out, his voice was very soft, "Are you blaming yourself?"

When Feng Aotian was on his mind, he looked down and didn't know how to speak. He suddenly felt that he was a burden.

Feng Aotian looked at him, got up, and took him into his arms, "Master knows, Jing Shu saves you, is to let you understand that you are irreplaceable in the master's heart, right?"

Gu Yefeng trembles uncontrollably once again. He knows that it is because of knowing that he is even more sad. This kind of love makes him wonder how to respond, and is he really worthy?

Feng Aotian put his cheeks against her arms, and whispered, "In the past, when you were uncomfortable, you would vent out. If you are too sad, you will yell, and the Lord will not laugh at you."

Gu Yefeng raised his eyes and looked at her, slowly raising his trembling hands, and wrapping her around her waist. His lips had been bitten by him, and his voice was muffled, "The minister is very afraid."

He is afraid, afraid of everything, and even more afraid. The person with the right talent is the emperor of the Yuluo Kingdom. The cold air exuding all over him makes him afraid. What he says makes him afraid, Lan Jingshu When protecting him, he was afraid. If so, since he really died at the time, he was even more afraid. What is the use of such a self?

Feng Aotian whispered, "Why is there a master?"

Gu Yefeng's heart trembled. If it were in the past, he would definitely not be afraid and fearless, but now, because of her, he is afraid and terribly afraid.

Xing Wuyun closed his eyes, and Shi Cai was taken away by Duke Jiu and went to heal his injuries. Now he was sent back. When he saw Feng Aotian, he fainted.

Wei Zimo stood by the window, listening to Feng Aotian and Gu Yefeng's dialogue. He wondered what kind of person she was that could make them all work hard, even at the expense of their own lives?

He concealed his hands in his sleeves, clenching tightly, Shi Cai was torn when he was taken out by Feng Aotian. Could it be that he was wearing a bright red brocade robe, and now the blood has leaked out. He has always been a stubborn person.

Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms with peace of mind, and the mood that had been unable to calm down for a long time finally gradually eased. He just leaned in her arms and felt at ease.

Feng Aotian knew that everything that had happened to Shicai had completely broken all the tranquility she had created before. Gong Yimin was challenging her, no, it should be, he was telling her that he was going to start taking action. , And the previous ones were just vignettes.

Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms and gradually relaxed until he closed his eyes and fell asleep peacefully. Feng Aotian listened to his even breathing, gently lifted him from the wheelchair, and then placed him on the dragon couch. Go up, cover the quilt, and look at the Lan Jing book on the side. She raised her hand and stroked his cheek. This is the second time. He took a risk. He looked ordinary and unfamiliar, always unknown. He hides all his emotions and does what he should do, but at every critical moment, he will burst out with amazing energy.

Feng Aotian lowered her head, dropped a light kiss on his forehead, then turned around and walked to Wei Zimo's side, but she smelled a **** smell, her eyes sank, then raised his arm, and saw The bright red blood snaking down from his arm was condensed in his palm.

"You really are..." Feng Aotian raised his eyes, looked at him angrily, turned his eyes, looked at Father Cat, "Bring the medicine box."

"Yes." Mr. Cat replied, then turned to get it.

Feng Aotian looked at him and turned his eyes, just looking at her, there was no half of the emotional wave, as if looking at just a stranger, it was still so cold.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Don't know the Lord?"

Wei Zimo listened to her, lowered his eyes, took out his arm, and then walked outside the hall.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, took the medicine box in Father Cat's hand, grabbed Wei Zimo's waist, and flew away.

Father Cat stood in the same place, watching Feng Aotian's leaving figure, with a slight smile on his mouth, he knew that at least he was leaving, and the master was still taking care of him.

Xing Wuyun lifted his eyes and looked at the center of the hall. His navy blue figure, with his hands hanging down naturally, with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, his brows and eyes were filled with relief and peace of mind. He seemed to have a bad premonition. His instinct told himself that there must be something going on with Mr. Cat, and Meteor knew about it, and the emperor knew about it.

"Look, your look is like the relief after marrying your daughter." Xing Wuyun spoke slowly, for fear of pulling the wound again.

Father Cat turned around and looked at him, "Daughter? The Sajia family hopes to have a daughter."

Xing Wuyunton felt that he had said something wrong. How could an **** have a daughter? He looked at the cat's father-in-law with a somewhat stunned expression, and said quickly, "I'm just joking."

Father Cat raised his eyes and looked at him, "If the master knew that you would treat her as a daughter, you would be miserable."

Xing Wuyun quickly regained his senses, yeah, how could he say such infinite words.

He smiled and said, "Hehe, you wouldn't be so pretentious."

"How do you know that the Sajia will not, the Sajia will hold the most grudges." The cat father walked forward slowly, sat opposite him, and looked at him, "Since you have decided to stay with the master, you have to stay Let the master worry about you."

Listening to Mr. Mao's words, Xing Wuyun couldn't help but glanced at him as if he was explaining the funeral. "You are talking very strange today."

Father Cat chuckled, "It's just what I thought of and said."

"Oh." Xing Wuyun nodded, "then there is nothing else to say, let's say it together."

Father Cat looked at him with a solemn expression, "Take good care of the master."

Xing Wuyun was taken aback again, and then said, "Okay."

Father Cat chuckled and nodded, then got up, "Well, you can rest, and go to the house to prepare dinner."

Xing Wuyun looked at the figure of Mr. Cat leaving, and seemed to have noticed it. He was afraid that a major event would happen in a few days. He recalled what Mr. Cat had said, the authorities were obsessed with bystanders, and who could see it through?

Wei Zimo was so embraced by Feng Aotian, he looked sideways and looked at her, "What do you want to do?"

Feng Aotian faced forward and leaned his head on his shoulder, "Master is a little tired."

Wei Zimo couldn't help feeling a little funny, and looked at her, "You look like this, but I don't know what to say."

Feng Aotian chuckled, "What do you want to say?"

"I don't want to say anything." Wei Zimo said awkwardly.

Feng Aotian listened to his words and smiled, "You don't always love being clean, how can you allow yourself to be stained with blood?"

Wei Zimo was slightly startled, yes, he hadn't always been like this, if he had washed himself again in disgust, but now...

He turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian's smiling eyes, his cold eyes condensed slightly without speaking.

The two fell into the Floating Dream Palace. Feng Aotian took his other uninjured hand and walked directly into the bedroom, watching the wind and rain outside the palace, "Go get some hot water."

"Yes." The two responded and hurriedly went to prepare.

Feng Aotian untied his sleeves, and saw a long scar on his arm, which was shocking. She raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you stunned by the Lord?"

"Don't dare." Wei Zimo turned his head, not going to see her.

Tingfeng walked in with hot water, put it on one side, and then retreated.

Feng Aotian immediately brought the hot water over and put it aside, then wet the Jinpa, wring it out, and gently wipe the wound, but Wei Zimo was expressionless, as if the wound was not on his body. .

Feng Aotian looked at him, "I'm really stubborn."

Wei Zimo remained silent, perhaps, this kind of pain could not be compared to one ten thousandth of the rift in his heart.

Feng Aotian looked at the wound above, "What if there are marks left?"

Wei Zimo said lightly, "Then keep it."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "I don't want to see this wound when he is affectionate."

Wei Zimo listened to her frivolous words, "Who wants to be with you?"

Feng Aotian lowered his head, dropped a light kiss on his scar, then took some medicine, bandaged it, spread his palm, carefully wiped off the blood from his hand, "Go and change the clothes on his body."

Wei Zimo got up, entered the inner hall without looking back, and took off the brocade robe on his body. Only then did he smell a **** smell. He frowned unhappily, and then said solemnly, "Prepare bath soup."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, knowing that he would be like this, then stepped up into the inner hall, "You can't get water on your arm."

"What do you want to do?" Wei Zimo turned his eyes, listening to Feng Aotian's words with a look of alertness.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Anyway, it's not that I haven't bathed you before."

Wei Zimo remembered what happened that day and said solemnly, "No."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "You are now the Lord's person, why are you forbidden?

Wei Zimo's face was dyed pink, not only angry but also shy, he raised his hands and pushed Feng Aotian out of the inner hall.

Feng Aotian curled his lips and smiled again. When he turned and left, she gently tugged his uninjured arm, and she hugged him into her arms, and the two stood in place and embraced each other.

Wei Zimo's thoughts moved, listening to her lightly chuckle, and then said, "According to his temperament, I won't stop there."

Feng Aotian knew what he was worried about. For him, Gong Yijun was his lifelong nightmare. Her hands wrapped around his waist tightly, "Are you worried about the Lord?"

Wei Zimo took a bite, is he worried about her?

"Who is worried about you?" Wei Zimo wanted to push her away, but when he tried hard, he pulled a wound on his arm.

Feng Aotian let go of him, looked at his wrist, raised his eyes, "Can't you be careful?"

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "It's not you yet."

Feng Aotian watched him stare at those cold eyes, and the anger filled his nose. Although he was wearing a veil, he was a little more angry than the cold expression he used to.

She stood on her toes slightly, and put a soft kiss on his lips through the veil, "If one day, he will put his master to death, what should you do?"

"Are you going to catch it?" Wei Zimo looked at her and asked in a low voice.

Feng Aotian looked at him, "No, I would rather die."

"Then I will accompany you." Wei Zimo sighed deeply and replied.

"Why?" Feng Aotian couldn't help asking, thinking how could he say such a thing by his temperament.

"Rather than being able to get rid of him, it would be better to die with you. It is also a relief." Wei Zimo said lightly. At that time, it was his fate.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched. As expected, he couldn't hear any moving words in his mouth. She sighed faintly, "Master thought you were because of your master. It seems that the master is in your place. Can't ask for anything good."

Wei Zimo looked down at her, his handsome face was slightly disappointed, he was taken aback for a moment, but couldn't help but laugh.

auzw.com Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Are you laughing?"

"No." Wei Zimo quickly reduced his smile, then turned around, and wanted to enter.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "What are you going to do?"

"Bath." Wei Zimo said, throwing away her hand and walking inward.

Feng Aotian hurriedly followed forward, but Wei Zimo did not stop it, but she was a little surprised. After the two entered the screen, Wei Zimo looked at her, "Really?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Don't you want to be a master?"

Wei Zimo gave a low laugh, ignored her, and took off his clothes in front of her, calmly entered the bathtub, put his arms next to the bathtub, and looked at Feng Aotian, "Come on."

Feng Aotian raised her eyebrows, looked at him, and then stepped forward, putting her hand on his forehead, everything is normal, then looking at his cold eyes, with a touch of indifference, she walked behind him, "Come on. Come."

It is absolutely a fool to keep such a big advantage. She rolled up her sleeves, slid the warm water over his shoulders, deliberately avoided his wounds, and brushed his fingertips across his icy skin. Light pink luster.

Wei Zimo closed his eyes slightly, thinking that since he was a child, he used to bathe and wash himself. No one dared to approach him. He never liked that someone touched him. However, she was touched by an exception. His fingertips ran across his skin, so that he was not half uncomfortable, let alone the repulsion and disgust that he had before. He didn’t understand why he wanted her to follow in, why he wanted her to treat him this way, but still Involuntarily did it.

Feng Aotian did not do anything to make him uncomfortable, but simply bathed him. After the bath, she whispered, "Okay, come out."

Wei Zimo opened his eyes slightly, and answered faintly, "Yes."

Then he got up from the bath tub, stepped out of the bath tub, stepped on the carpet with his jade feet, wearing only a bright red shirt, and walked out of the screen.

Feng Aotian looked at him still so indifferent, wondering if he was too gentle with him?

Thinking of this, she stepped forward and was about to talk, but she felt terribly distended and painful in her lower abdomen. As soon as she frowned, she leaned on one side and whispered, "You rest well, Lord is gone."

As he said, he stepped up and walked out slowly.

Wei Zimo didn't expect her to leave like this, raised his eyes, but saw her walking unnaturally, and asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt again?"

Feng Aotian didn't look back, but waved his hand, "It's okay."

Wei Zimo thought of the thrilling scene of Shicai. She used her internal force more behind Xing Wuyun than the others, and remembered the situation last night. Isn't she also holding on?

He stepped forward, and for the first time, he actively tugged her wrist, "It's so painful, where else can I go?"

Feng Aotian turned his eyes and looked at him, "Are you caring about the Lord?"

Wei Zimo turned his head, "Who cares about you."

While talking, he dragged her towards the bed.

Feng Aotian lay down on the bed, Wei Zimo sat beside her, raised his hand, and slid into the lap of her clothes, touching the skin of her lower abdomen, gently kneading.

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him with a smile at the corner of his mouth, "The technique is getting more and more skilled."

Wei Zimo snorted coldly, "I really owe you."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh and looked at him, "I love these things."

Wei Zimo stopped talking, but moved softly. Feng Aotian closed his eyes, feeling the strength on his lower abdomen, and felt a lot more comfortable.

He looked at her, now she is lying peacefully, with a faint soft light between her eyebrows, her appearance is very quiet, and she is more and more different than her in the past, Wei Zimo thought, in fact, when she was quiet ,really beautiful.

Feng Aotian felt a lot more comfortable, and then opened her eyes, she saw Wei Zimo looking at her, thinking, she smiled, "What are you thinking?"

"It's nothing." Wei Zimo returned to his senses, said lightly, then drew his hand, tucked up his sleeves, and hid them.

Feng Aotian just got up and got off the bed, "I have dinner with my master?"

Wei Zimo looked at her, "They are all waiting for you."

"Then master will be with you." Feng Aotian said in turn.

Wei Zimo looked at her, "I always eat alone."

"It's just right, I'll be with you today," Feng Aotian said lightly, "Go and prepare dinner."

Listening to the wind and listening to the rain outside the door naturally heard the conversation in the hall, thinking that they have been with Master Hou for more than ten years, he has always eaten alone, this Emperor Fengqi is really different.

Wei Zimo understands Feng Aotian's temperament, even if he opposes it, he will not change her mind.

Feng Aotian took his hand, "What have you been up to all this time?"

"It's all there." Wei Zimo pointed to the mountain of books piled up not far away.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, looked at, and then said, "You always like to do it yourself?"

"Yeah." Wei Zimo nodded, "Is that so, how can I grasp all the information the first time?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Although you are in control, you are still invincible. How many of them are his, do you know?"

Wei Zimo looked at her and knew the meaning of her words, "Even if I know, there is nothing I can do. I can only control the overall situation in my own hands."

Feng Aotian lifted the blue silk on his chest, played with him, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "What are you going to do now?"

"On this continent, the economic lifeline of all countries is in my hands, but I can only control half of it, and Xing Wuyun controls a part of this half." Wei Zimo knew that the matter was up to now. , What he needs is to spread everything out.

Feng Aotian nodded, "What about the other half?"

"His people, since he controls them." Wei Zimo couldn't help laughing.

Feng Aotian knew what he meant. The things he controlled now were only obtained by his best efforts. It is precisely because of this half that he can live well.

She raised her hand and stroked his back. Wei Zimo tried to lean on her shoulder, looking for a trace of support. Over the years, he has never believed in anyone. He has always done it himself, but he is afraid of having his own life. I woke up on the day, everything was in vain, and I was going to be beaten back to the original state, back to the time when people were bullied.

Wei Zimo felt the warmth radiating from her, "Actually, what I want is really simple."

"Often the simplest things are hard to come by." Feng Aotian replied in a low voice, "Master will give you what you want."

Wei Zimo raised his eyes and looked at her, "Really?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Master will give you freedom."

Wei Zimo smiled and looked at her, "Okay."

Listening to the wind to prepare dinner, looking at the two in the inner hall, they quickly bowed their heads, "The emperor, dinner is ready."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

Listening to the wind immediately retreated, before he recovered, he actually saw... his master and Emperor Feng Qi hugged? This... was so shocking for him.

Hearing the rain and hearing the wind stunned, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

Listening to the wind shook his head, "Nothing."

"Weird." Hearing Yu couldn't help shaking his head.

Feng Aotian took Wei Zimo's hand and walked to the table, looking at the food in front of him, "Well, it's elegant."

Wei Zimo looked at her, "I always eat simple."

Feng Aotian nodded, then picked up the chopsticks, put the vegetables in his bowl, "eat it."

Wei Zimo was startled slightly, looked at the dishes in the bowl, raised her eyes, looked at her, and saw that she had already picked up the dishes and placed them in her own bowl, and began to use them.

He looked down, looked at the food in the bowl, then picked it up and put it in his mouth. This feeling made him feel very strange.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Eat more."

After speaking, he picked up the vegetables and put them in his bowl. Wei Zimo just looked down and used it quietly.

Time slowly passed. After Feng Aotian finished his dinner, he looked sideways, watching that he had put down his dishes and looked at her.

In the Imperial Sleeping Hall, Mr. Mao knew that they were all seriously injured, so he ordered someone to prepare some light food. Sixi came to report that the emperor had eaten dinner in the Palace of Dreams, and Mr. Mao stepped into the Imperial Palace. , Watching Xing Wuyun did not rest, but casually looked at with a book.

He had never seen Xing Wuyun able to read a book quietly, so he couldn't help but stepped forward, "Dinner, the master used it in the Floating Dream Palace."

"What?" Xing Wuyun turned his gaze away from the scroll and looked at Father Cat in disbelief.

"The master has finished dinner." Father Cat repeated it again.

"In the Floating Dream Palace?" Xing Wuyun pointed out again.

"Yeah." Father Cat looked at him at the moment, completely incredible.

"God." Xing Wuyun couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wei Zimo could let her eat at the same table with him, which is too..." He raised his eyes, looked at Mr. Cat, and said, "You know I’ve known him for more than ten years, and I’m the closest to him, but I can get closer to him than ordinary people, and I have to keep a distance of three steps away. He never shares anything with others, even this Meals are all alone. He really ate with the emperor?"

"Yeah." When Mr. Cat heard Xing Wuyun blurt out, he felt incredible, but he was relieved when he thought that he was the master in front of him, "People will change."

Xing Wuyun helped his forehead and looked at the sky, "This has also changed too fast."

Father Cat saw that he needs to digest now, and then said, "Do you need food or not?"

"No." Xing Wuyun shook his head, "Let me calm down."

Seeing him like this, Mr. Mao stopped talking, but turned around and walked into the inner hall. Seeing that Gu Yefeng and Lan Jingshu were still asleep, he left the inner hall.

Xing Wuyun lay on the soft couch, his eyes staring blankly, he still couldn't believe it. After all, Wei Zimo's habit has been deeply rooted in his cognition. He always believed that Wei Zimo would never eat at the same table with others in his life. Yes, but, today...

He sat up on the soft couch, but he tugged at the wound, frowned slightly, covered the wound, and walked out of the Imperial Palace.

Father Cat looked at him, "What are you going to do?"

"Seeing is believing, hearing is fictitious, go and see." Xing Wuyun said, he flew away and left the Imperial Palace. When he landed in the Floating Dream Palace, he saw Feng Aotian eating dinner and talking with Wei Zimo. Sitting at the table.

Xing Wuyun stepped inside, raised his eyes, looked at Wei Zimo, then looked at Feng Aotian, he sighed quietly, and finally believed.

Looking at Xing Wuyun’s expression, Wei Zimo knew what he was thinking. Perhaps, this matter was unbelievable for Xing Wuyun. Even his attendants who had served him since he was a child felt unbelievable, but he just happened to This is done, and it is still a ghost.

Seeing Xing Wuyun walk in, Feng Aotian put one hand on her chest, raised her eyes, looked at Wei Zimo, she looked at him, "What's wrong with you? See a ghost?"

"It's more terrifying than hell." Xing Wuyun returned to his senses, looked at Feng Aotian, and sat in front of her slowly, yelling from the heart.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, raised his eyes, and looked at Wei Zimo, "Well, if a ghost can grow so beautiful, it's really a ghost."

Listening to Feng Aotian's frivolous words, Xing Wuyun sighed again, "Emperor, the minister is telling the truth."

"Master never tells a lie." Feng Aotian replied, raising his foot along the way, learning the posture of those prostitutes, with the back of his foot rubbing against Wei Zimo's ankle.

Wei Zimo suddenly got up with his hands and feet, with a cold face, turned and left.

Xing Wuyun looked at Wei Zimo's appearance, sighed again, and muttered in a low voice, "It's over."

Feng Aotian looked at him, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just a little delirious." Xing Wuyun looked at her, then leaned weakly in her arms, "The emperor, the minister needs comfort."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth squirmed, and she naturally knew what Xing Wuyun was talking about. Although she did not control his understanding of Wei Zimo, she also knew Wei Zimo's temperament.

Wei Zimo was inexplicably molested by Feng Aotian. Now he is even more angry. He turned around and watched Xing Wuyun stick in Feng Aotian's arms. The look that seemed to be frightened made him even more angry. Could it be that he knew He is injured now, so he must step forward and give him a few palms.

Xing Wuyun was also sure that Wei Zimo would not do anything to him at this time, so he would express his dissatisfaction in such a brazen manner.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and embraced him, "Tonight, you will go back to Xingyun Palace and rest."

"Chen recognized the bed." Xing Wuyun was resolutely unwilling.

Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "Master will accompany you to sleep. It's okay."

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