What is the wind floating clothes is already 700,000 years old this year, but no matter how you look at his face, you think that he is not very old this year, at least smaller than the underworld with a straight belly!

Wouldn't it be a lie?

However, Feng Fusheng's appearance is among the best in the Three Realms, which is not wrong at all, at least the people she has seen in her life except for her father and Su Yu's brother, there is absolutely no second person who is more beautiful than Feng Fusheng!

And his character of treating everything as nothing makes her like it even more!

When she grows up, if she marries him as a lady, will her father be happy to have such a father-in-law? He won't be angry because he is the demon lord of the demon world, right? But probably not, the demon lord of the demon world can be regarded as the overlord of the first realm no matter how he says it! What's more, Feng Fushang is a person he knows, and he knows the roots! He looks good and is not picky!

Azusa was secretly happy, but the sleeping person lying on the table suddenly moved, and the frightened Azusa quickly withdrew his arms and took a step back, and after he calmed down, there was no sign of waking up, and Azusa took a leisurely breath and fell back on his stomach. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Oh, yes, thinking of his identity, the identity of the Demon Lord is still good, it is much stronger than those demons and monsters that are picked up casually on the road, if you get tired of this position in the future, you may be able to cultivate immortals, go to the fairy world with her, and become a pair of fairy couples, which can be regarded as the best of both worlds.

Thinking about these identities and anything can no longer be an obstacle, the only obstacle so far is himself.

After all, after seeing that woman, he ran to this secret room very unusually, and it was not difficult to guess how important that woman was to him.

Although Brother Suyu always persuaded her not to take that woman to heart, it was not a problem, but how could she not care at all?

She thought with some annoyance, tilted her head and continued to look at Feng Fusheng's sleeping face, quiet like a baby, and the looseness between her eyebrows made her whole face look very soft, like soft water.

Zizhi just looked at it like this, and he would feel that his mood had changed inexplicably, and the corners of his mouth were laughing and pillowed on his arm, imitating his appearance back and forth, and then he was tired of playing, so he simply slept here, and not long after he lay down, his consciousness became a little blurred, and gradually, he sank into sleep.

When Feng Fushang woke up, he only felt a little empty in his heart, and slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and the delicate and soft handwriting all told him what place this was.

After his consciousness gradually returned, he just hooked his lips and sneered, but just when he got up, he found that there was a very obvious thing next to him, a white and delicate arm like a lotus root on the table, a small head pillowing on it, and a sweet smile on his face, as if he had a sweet dream, and his saliva was about to drip onto the table.

Feng Fushang glanced at her with some disgust, and saw that she was still indifferent, and there was really nothing she could do, so she wouldn't let him take this little thing out, right?

Forget it, wake her up and let her go out on her own!

He sighed silently in his heart, and after approaching a little helplessly, he reluctantly stretched out his hand and pushed the little head.

Zizhi was dreaming, the little head was suddenly pushed, an instant shake, the dream suddenly flew away like a duck in the mouth, the mood was instantly terrible, the little face wrinkled, looking very unhappy, 'snap' The fat little hand slapped on the table and began to yell at the throat: "What are you doing!

Feng Fushang was frightened by her surprise for no reason, and her face was a little not good, but she still insisted on sneering at her: "What's the matter? Isn't it that you're confused, I don't know, whose territory is here?"

Although Feng Fushang was just to mock her, this sentence still made Zizhi sober up in an instant, and immediately understood the current situation.

She's just asleep, is it necessary to say that about her? Feng Fushang is really a bad person! Why is it not good to treat her when she is so gentle with other women?!

Although she was still a little unhappy in her heart, she was obviously a person who didn't take this emotion very seriously, and she recovered immediately, blinking at him with an innocent and lovely face.

"Are you awake? I saw that you were asleep, and I was bored when I was alone, so I slept with you. She said.

Feng Fushang didn't care about this kind of thing, what made him feel unhappy was that you just sleep, why do you still drool?!

"What's wrong?" Seeing that he still seemed to have a gloomy look on his face, Zizhi tilted her head and asked again.

"Nothing. He looked away and said lightly.

"How did you know I was here?" his gaze later moved to other places, but this secret room was so big, and there were all those calligraphy and paintings hanging everywhere, no matter how much he moved, he would fall on it, but he didn't seem to care too much, and only asked lightly.

"Guess. Azusa pouted and said.

After all, although the Demon Monarch Palace was large, except for his dormitory, she really couldn't think of any other places that he had a soft spot for.

And it just so happened that she had seen this secret room in an accident again, so naturally she guessed that it was here.

"But who drew these calligraphy and paintings?" and "Remembering that the question she had just asked had been avoided by him while he was asleep, she simply asked it again.

"It's not. Feng Fushang shook his head.

Zizhi didn't expect him to answer her question so honestly, and for a moment she was a little dumbfounded.

"You didn't draw it?" she said, feigning surprise.

Feng Fushang seemed to see through her little trick, looked back at her with a hint of banter, pursed her lips, but did not tell her the answer.

Zizhi pursed her lips, snorted twice in her heart, and thought: Do you think that if you don't tell me, I will end this topic?

"It can't be drawn by a woman, right? I see the handwriting on it, it's not the same as yours." With her hands behind her back, she walked over to one of the paintings and pretended to look at it.

Feng Fushang sneered, and suddenly reached out to take down a painting in front of him and put it away: "Can you still read handwriting? It's good to know a few words, don't get an axe, beware of smashing your father's reputation." ”