It is still a gorgeous black robe, and the corners of the embroidered robe are inlaid with black silk embroidery.

He likes black.

It's like his sinking, hellish heart, dark and dark. Now, his gaze glanced at her, and Sen's cold eyes softened.

She was the only ray of light in his life.

Only.

When he walked to Chuang's side, he saw that she was asleep.

Knowing that she was so tired.

Her hair was still a little wet, and she fell asleep like this, probably catching a cold. He ordered a chair to be set up in the courtyard. Holding her, he walked to the chair and sat down.

Let the weight of her body fall on his thighs, she was too light.

Her weight was like a feather to him. It was so light that it made him feel distressed.

He hugged her shoulders and neck with one hand, and her legs below the knees with the other, carefully making her as comfortable as sleeping on a chuang.

The sun in the yard was not strong, and the location he chose was under the tree, the sun would not shine directly on her, and the warm wind with a hint of sunshine blew over, and her black hair containing water, because she pillowed his arm, just a long hair hanging in the air, which could be slowly dried with the wind blowing slowly.

After a moment's thought, he whispered, "Shadow." ”

The shadow walked over from the shadows, "Lord Wang." ”

"Go get a futon." The wind blows, and it's not good if it freezes her.

"Yes."

"Wait, don't make the futon too thick, it's not good if it's hot."

"Yes." The Shadow was very respectful. His head is full of 'sweat', what are his master's generation of murderers who don't blink an eye?

For the sake of a woman, even the country was thrown aside.

Also, he is the East Hall Master of the Half-Moon Sect. Although the name of the Half Moon Sect now exists in name only, its power has been transferred to the Dead King's command. It's just that the power is still there, and their masters are still there, and they haven't changed. It's just that it has become a regular army of the imperial court.

No, to be precise, his master was originally the supreme His Royal Highness the Martyr.

With his shadow power, it is easy to be one enemy and a hundred. How did he become a little guy with a futon?

I feel that the master shouldn't hurt a woman too much.

At this time, the master should have commanded Buhua to kill the prince, destroy the king of Qi, and become the son of heaven.

secretly glanced at Feng Yun's stunning face, which was so beautiful that it was difficult to describe with pen and ink.

The master held her like that, like a husband who loved his wife.

I thought that the master was ruthless and heartless, and he could never be bound by love. Unexpectedly, the master would have such an affectionate side. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing?

As he walked, he thought about it, and soon, he went to fetch a clean silk futon of extremely good texture.

The master not only arranged a special chef in Yunqi Villa, but also arranged a room with a lot of daily necessities and medicines. Feng Jingyun did not object to the master's approach, but acquiesced to the master.

The quilt was handed to the master, and Jun Lonely couldn't take it because he was holding Feng Jingyun in both hands, and whispered, "You help her cover it, tap, don't wake her up." ”

"Yes." He nodded slightly, so quietly that his lips moved, but there was no sound.

As soon as he got closer, Jun Lonely frowned, "Don't get too close to her, just cover it from a distance." ”

The vinegar of the master of "......" is too great! Give him 10,000 guts, he doesn't dare to think about the master's woman, the shadow muttered in his heart, or do it. Anyway, he often waits for the food and daily life of his master, in addition to the duties of the master of the east hall,