This Lord is Too Cruel: 181 Ye Meixi’s counterattack

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Master is too cruel, 181 Ye Meixi's counterattack

"Concubine Ye has accepted the marriage contract. Shu Chi Wuyan" the soul whispered.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Yes?"

"Yeah." Soul nodded and said, "Siccai 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 wedding, Bei Liguo and Wuyue Kingdom will merge into one country and return to Wuyue Kingdom." /

The cat father-in-law stood beside Feng Aotian, "Master, what does Ye Meixi want to do?"

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

Listening to Feng Aotian's tone, Mr. Mao 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 is holding it up. Seeing Feng Aotian did not respond, he still kneeled.

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

"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 time. It was too late, but he felt that he should do something for her, not to make her too tired.

Ye Meixi looked at the secret letter in her 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 the arrival of Gong Yimin in the palace, many dark guards were injured, including 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 alone with his hand in front of the window. Looking into the distance, I don't know what I was thinking.

Gu Yefeng remained silent, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock of Shicai. Only he understood what Shicai's scene meant. Lan Jingshu's words lingered in his heart, and his heart remained the same until now. Unable to calm down, beating desperately.

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

Gu Yefeng always clasped the hands in his sleeves tightly. He did not relax for a moment. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his lips were white, and those clear eyes seemed to be covered with mist, how about Can't go away either.

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

Feng Aotian's thoughts were on his mind, he looked down, not knowing how to speak, he suddenly felt that he was a burden.

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

Gu Yefeng trembles uncontrollably again. He knows that it is because of knowing that he is even more sad. This kind of love makes him not know how to respond, and is he really worthy?

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

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

He is afraid, afraid of everything, and even more afraid. The talented person is the emperor of the Yuluo Kingdom. The cold air radiating from his whole body makes him afraid. What he says makes him afraid. When Lan Jingshu was protecting him, he was afraid. If he was really dead at the time, he was even more afraid. What is the use of such a self?

Feng Aotian whispered, "If you have a master, what are you afraid of?"

Gu Yefeng trembled in his heart. 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 to heal his injuries. Now he was sent back. When he saw Feng Aotian, he fell asleep.

Wei Zimo stood by the window, listening to Feng Aotian and Gu Yefeng’s dialogue. He was thinking about what kind of person she was that would make them all work hard, and even sacrifice their lives. Don't hesitate?

His hands hidden in his sleeves, clenched tightly, Shicai on his arm was torn when Feng Aotian was taken out. Could it be that he was wearing a brilliant red brocade robe, and now the blood may have penetrated After coming out, he has always been a stubborn person.

Gu Yefeng leaned in her arms with peace of mind, and the mood that could not be calmed for a long time finally gradually eased. He just leaned in her arms and felt at ease.

Feng Aotian knew that everything that happened at 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 It's about to start, and the previous ones are just some small episodes.

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 picked him up from the wheelchair, and then put him down. On the dragon couch, she covered the quilt and looked at the Lan Jing book on the side. She raised her hand and stroked his cheek. This was the second time. He took the risk. He looked ordinary and ordinary. He was obscured, hiding all his emotions and doing what he should do, but at every critical juncture, he would explode with amazing energy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Xing Wuyun raised 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 eyebrows and eyes were filled with relief and peace of mind. He seemed to have something wrong. His 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 expression is like the relief after marrying your daughter." Xing Wuyun spoke slowly, for fear that it might hurt the wound again.

The 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 father-in-law with a sense of sorrow, and quickly said, "I'm just joking."

The 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 came back to his senses, yeah, how could he say such infinite words.

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

"How did you know that the Sajia would not, the Sajia would hold the most grudges." Father Cat walked forward slowly, sat opposite him, and looked at him, "Since you have decided to stay with the master, you have to treat him well. Now, don’t let the master worry about you."

Xing Wuyun listened to Mr. Mao’s words as if he was telling a story, and couldn’t help but glanced at him a few times, “You’re talking very strange today.”

The cat gave a low laugh, "It's just what I think of and say."

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

The cat's father looked at him with a solemn expression, "Take good care of the master."

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

The cat nodded with a chuckle, and 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 something big would happen in a few days. He recalled what Mr. Cat. One?

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 to be 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 been in the past, he would have 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 and 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. Shockingly, she raised her eyes and looked at him, "Are you stunned with your master?"

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

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

Feng Aotian brought the hot water over and put it aside, then moistened the Jinpa, wrung it out, and gently wiped the wound, but Wei Zimo was expressionless, as if the wound was not hurt. On him.

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

Wei Zimo is still silent, maybe, this kind of pain is not comparable 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 I am intimacy."

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

Feng Aotian lowered his head, dropped a light kiss on his scar, then applied a good medicine, bandaged, 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 in a deep voice, "Prepare the bath soup."

Feng Aotian gave a low laugh, knowing that he would be like this, and 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 on his face.

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 not allowed? Anyway, I have seen it all, and I haven't seen it."

Wei Zimo's face was dyed pink, not only was he 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, she hugged him into her arms, and the two stood in place, hugging each other.

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

Feng Aotian knows what he is worried about. For him, Gong Yizheng is his life's nightmare. Her hands around his waist tightened, "Are you worried about the Lord?" /

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

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

Feng Aotian released 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 tiptoe slightly, and put a soft kiss on his lips through the veil, "If one day, he will put him 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 about how he could 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, he had resigned.

The corner of Feng Aotian’s mouth twitched. As expected, he couldn’t hear anything touching. She sighed quietly, “Master thought, you are because of your master. You can't find anything good here."

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

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

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

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

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

Feng Aotian hurried forward, but Wei Zimo didn't stop it, but she was a little surprised. After the two entered the screen, Wei Zimo looked at her, "Do you really want to see it?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Don't you want to follow the 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."

Holding such a big bargain is definitely a fool. She rolled up her sleeves, slid the warm water over his shoulders, deliberately avoiding his wounds, and ran his fingertips across his icy skin , With a light pink luster.

Wei Zimo closed his eyes slightly, thinking that since childhood, he used to bathe and wash himself. No one dared to come near him. He never liked that someone touched him, but she made an exception. Now, her 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 do this to him, But he still did it involuntarily.

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 got up from the tub, stepped out of the tub, stepped on the carpet with 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 to him?

Thinking about this, and then a few steps forward, she was about to talk, and felt terribly distended and painful in her lower abdomen. She frowned, leaned on one side, and whispered, "You rest well, Lord is gone ."

Speaking, he stepped up and walked out slowly.

Wei Zimo did not expect her to leave like this. He 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 to be behind Xing Wuyun more than the others, and remembered the situation last night. Isn't she also holding on?

He stepped forward. 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 speaking, she dragged her towards the bed.

Feng Aotian lay down on the bed. Wei Zimo sat on her side, 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 words."

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

He looked at her, now she, lying peacefully, with a faint soft light between her eyebrows, looks very peaceful, more and more different than her in the past, Wei Zimo thought, in fact, she It's really beautiful when it's quiet.

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

"It's nothing." Wei Zimo regained his senses, said lightly, then pulled out his hand, tucked up his sleeves, and concealed them.

Feng Ao Tianjing 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 just happens to be with you today." Feng Aotian said lightly, "Go prepare dinner."

Tingfeng and Tingyu outside the door naturally heard the conversation in the hall, thinking that they had been with Master Hou for more than ten years. He always ate alone. This Emperor Fengqi was really different.

Wei Zimo understands Feng Aotian's temperament to some extent, even if he opposes it again, 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 on the book case 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 in the first time?"

Feng Aotian looked at him, "Even though you are in control, but you are still invincible. How many of them are his people, 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 raised 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. 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 knows the meaning of his words. The things he controls now are 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, just afraid Since I woke up one day, everything was in vain, and I was going to be beaten back to the time when I was 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."

Listen to the wind to prepare dinner, look at the two in the inner hall, and quickly bow their heads, "The emperor, dinner is ready."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded.

Listening to the wind immediately retired, before he recovered, he actually saw...His Patriarch and Emperor Feng Qi hugged? This...too surprised him.

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

Listening to the wind shaking his head, "It's nothing."

"Weird." Listening to the rain, he 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 slightly startled, looking at the dishes in the bowl, raising her eyes, looking at her, and seeing that she had already picked up the dishes and put them in her own bowl, and started to use it.

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."

While speaking, he put the vegetables in his bowl again, Wei Zimo just looked down and used it quietly.

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

In the palace of the emperor, Mr. Cat 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 at the Palace of Dreams, and Mr. Cat walked in After arriving at the emperor's bedroom, he watched Xing Wuyun not rest, but casually read with a book.

He has never seen Xing Wuyun able to read a book quietly, so he could not help but stepped forward, "Dinner, the master used it in the Palace of Dreams."

"What?" Xing Wuyun looked away from the scroll and looked at Father Mao in disbelief.

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

"In the Palace of Floating Dreams?" Xing Wuyun made a top-notch voice again.

"Hmm." Father Cat looked at him at the moment, completely unbelievable.

"God." Xing Wuyun couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wei Zimo could let her eat at the same table with him, this is too..." He raised his eyes, looked at Mr. Cat, and then said. "As you know, I have known him for more than ten years, and I am the closest to him, but I can get closer to him more than ordinary people, and I have to keep a distance of three steps. He never shares anything with others. Even this meal came and went alone, did he really eat 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, "Everyone can change."

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

Seeing that he needs a good digestion now, Mr. Mao said, "Do you need food or not?"

"Don't." Xing Wuyun shook his head, "Let me calm down."

When Mr. Cat saw him like this, he 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, staring blankly. He still couldn't believe it. After all, Wei Zimo's habit was deeply rooted in his cognition. He always believed that Wei Zimo would never be the same as others in his life. Table dinner, but, this one...

He sat up on the soft couch, but he pulled the wound, frowned slightly, covered the wound, and walked out of the imperial palace.

The 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 Wei Zimo sat 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.

Wei Zimo looked at Xing Wuyun’s expression and knew what he was thinking. Perhaps, this matter was unbelievable to Xing Wuyun. Even his attendants who had served him since childhood felt unbelievable, but, He just did so, and it was still a ghost.

When Feng Aotian saw Xing Wuyun walk in, he put one hand on his 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, shouting from the heart.

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

Xing Wuyun sighed again after hearing Feng Aotian’s frivolous words, "The emperor, the minister is telling the truth."

"Master never tells lies." Feng Aotian replied, and he raised his feet along the way, learning the posture of those strays, with the back of his feet rubbing against Wei Zimo's ankle.

Wei Zimo suddenly got up with 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?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little delirious." Xing Wuyun looked at her, then leaned weakly in her arms, "The emperor, the minister needs comfort."

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 annoyed. He turned around and looked at Xing Wuyun stuck in Feng Aotian's arms. The look that seemed to be frightened made him even more angry. , Could it be that he knew that he was injured now, so he would definitely step forward and give him a few palms.

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

Feng Aotian raised his hand and took him into his arms, "Tonight, you go back to Xingyun Palace and rest."

"The minister recognized the bed." Xing Wuyun was resolutely unwilling.

Feng Aotian shook his head and said, "Lord accompany you to sleep, it's ok."

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