Lan Feng glanced at her coldly:

"My brother said you don't have to do anything, why do I dare to call you?"

Qianling looked at him and said in a serious tone:

"It's not a call, it's an equivalent exchange. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Lan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly:

"What do you mean?"

"As promised, you remove the restrictions and discrimination against the orcs in the milk shops at the bottom of the valley, so that we can buy our own milk and keep my identity secret from the people of the Mindle Valley......

"Correspondingly, I'll do my best to help you do what I can. ”

Lan Feng held his chin, his white fingers slowly flipped through the books on the table, his short purple hair hung down between his ears, the black camellia earrings in his left ear were shining with fine luster, and his voice was faint:

"Finished?"

Qianling paused, and added:

"I still say that...... What you ask me to do, you can't do against my principles. ”

Lan Feng held his chin and looked at her lazily, a smile on his lips:

"Gone?"

Qianling thought about it very seriously and shook her head:

"It's gone. ”

The room was silent.

Incense curls like light smoke.

The chill seemed to be invading from all directions, and the cold hairs on the whole body stood up unconsciously.

Feeling that the air around her seemed to fluctuate faintly, Qianling raised her eyes in surprise to look at the young man behind the table, and her hands clenched a little uneasily.

The shadows of the trees swayed, the window lattices were stained with the orange-red fire of the lanterns under the eaves, and the exquisite carvings spread like fiery snakes.

The gray fox fur on the shoulders is soft and warm, and the bright fire of the lantern glows. The smile on Lan Feng's lips quietly dispersed, a pair of dark red eyes were bloody, and a touch of coldness was revealed:

"Even in the Demon Clan, no one has ever dared to make such conditions to me, who do you think you are?"

"Equivalent exchange?" he smiled coldly, "Maybe you overestimate yourself, what are you exchanging with me?"

Qianling was stunned and frowned slightly:

"Didn't you threaten me with milk and identity first......, and ask me to do things for you?

The voice gradually became smaller, Qianling bit her lip, and lowered her head with some confidence.

The hand clenched little by little.

She did...... There was nothing to exchange for him, and if Lan Feng had to restrict the purchase of milk, or tell her identity, she couldn't do anything with him......

Lan Feng looked at her standing in front of the table with her head down, looking dejected, her white fingers lightly tapping on the table, and the blood in her eyes gradually dissipated a little:

"My brother has already sent someone to deliver milk, even if I restrict the purchase of milk in the store, it won't have a big impact on you, as for the identity...... What's in it for me to tell me who you are?"

Qianling looked at him, and her eyes gradually shone brightly:

"Then what do you mean ......"

"The restriction on milk has long been lifted, as for your identity......" Lan Feng glanced at her lightly, still expressionless, "I don't have the spare time to provoke you and those half-blood orcs." ”

"Really?"

Qianling's eyes were filled with joy, and she swept away her previous uneasiness and frustration, she stepped forward and walked to the front of the table, looking straight at Lan Feng behind the table, her voice was serious and sincere:

"Milk is really important to us, and it's also about identity...... Lan Feng, thank you. ”

The fingers that tapped on the table table paused slightly, Lan Feng raised his eyes and looked at her in some surprise, his brows frowned slightly, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes:

"Brother has already taken care of these things, and the milk you need has already been calculated into your daily consumption...... Could it be that you are planning to buy it yourself?"

Qianling nodded:

"I know that milk is a scarce thing here, and the Demon Clan has taken us in and provided us with all kinds of daily needs, and we are already grateful, and we can no longer accept milk for nothing. ”

Lan Feng looked at her twice, and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"I can't see it, you still have a little conscience. ”

Qianling watched him leisurely flip through the book, biting her lip slightly, and looking very serious:

"Lan Feng, I don't know why you obviously wanted me to do things for you before, but now you suddenly refuse, but ......"

"You don't know what you can do, so how do I know?"

Qianling was stunned: "What, what do you mean......?"

Lan Feng looked at her expressionlessly and did not speak.

Qianling scratched her hair, frowned as if trying to think of something, and began to count with her fingers:

"Cleaning, laundry, cooking, running errands...... I can do all of this, but I don't have wings, so I might be a little slower when I run errands......"

"I have no shortage of servants here. The voice was faint, calm and unwavering.

Qianling looked at him stunned, slowly lowered her head, and said in a low voice:

"That ......"

"What's your feather gift?"

Qianling was stunned, opened her mouth slightly but didn't speak.

Lan Feng looked at her quietly, his dark red eyes gradually became a little complicated, and his voice was low, word by word:

"What is your feather gift?"

“...... Haven't you already investigated me......"

"Did I ask you, or did you ask me?"

“......”

Qianling looked at him, bit her lip, and opened her mouth in a low voice after a little hesitation:

"Four, four-leaf clover. ”

Grandpa once said that feather gifts are very important information for angels, and it is best not to let others know easily unless they are close to them.

But...... Anyway, her feather gift is useless, even if she says it, it doesn't matter, right?

His eyes flashed slightly, Lan Feng frowned slightly, and his voice was low as if he was talking to himself:

"Clover ......?"

Qianling looked at the various doubts and surprises that kept flashing on his face, and blinked with some curiosity.

"What ability?" Lan Feng raised his eyes and looked at her very seriously, his eyes burning.

"Ability?" Qianling tugged at a strand of chestnut hair on the side of her cheek and frowned, "I don't know, it doesn't seem to have much ability...... Besides, I don't even have wings now, and Hashi is probably gone. ”

Lan Feng stared at her intently, his eyes gradually becoming a little weirder.

"What's wrong......" Qianling was a little hairy by him, and unconsciously shrunk her neck.

The eyelashes drooped slightly, Lan Feng slowly combed the dark purple hair on his cheeks, his frowning brows slowly relaxed, raised his eyes to look at her, and changed back to an expressionless appearance:

"Go back, I don't want to see a single book here dusty from tomorrow. ”

Qianling looked at him stunned, and her voice gently revealed a hint of uncertainty:

"You mean ......?"

Short dark purple hair fluttered softly on her cheeks, smeared with the orange glow of the lantern outside the window. Lan Feng slowly opened the book on the table, without raising his head, and his voice was faint:

"You've been running here tirelessly all these days, aren't you just trying to get a job from me?"