"Why did you save me?"

At the first second of asking this sentence, Xia Ling stiffened his backbone, looking like he was not in company with the Devil's Dao. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But the next second, she felt that something was wrong.

It's really wrong, who has ever seen a big devil save people's lives three or five times?

When he did everything, he set a trap and waited for people to jump, even a big boss like Li Qianfan was trapped, not to mention her, a little novice in the immortal cultivation world.

Oops! Xia Ling suddenly remembered Che Ruan Ruan's Extreme Yin Furnace Ding physique, she looked at Feng Zhuotian's indifferent and ruthless face, and her heart sank little by little.

But Feng Zhuotian didn't look at Xia Ling again, he was so arrogant as if he was the master of this world, and there was a trace of cold air around his body, even the blue fox under his feet felt it, and screamed twice.

Feng Zhuotian didn't answer Xia Ling's question, but bent down and touched the blue fox's head, then flicked the black nightgown, rubbed her body and walked into the villa behind her.

What? Shake your face? The big devil is amazing, huh?

Xia Ling turned around and checked the terrain of the villa to see if he could wait for an opportunity to escape from here. But as soon as she reached the door, she felt a powerful force pushing her back.

Also, how could she be so naïve as to think that Feng Zhuotian didn't set up an enchantment here to give her a chance to escape?

Miserable! Now trapped here, it must be that the sky is not good. Not to mention that Feng Zhuotian treats her as a furnace, even if he refines her into ashes, no one will know.

Wait a minute! Xia Ling suddenly remembered Feng Zhuotian's series of arrogant expressions and body movements just now.

He seemed to be conveying a signal to Xia Ling: How can I, Feng Zhuotian, and others disdain to use a weak female stream as a furnace to improve their cultivation.

Hum! Feng Zhuotian, I hope you have as much backbone as you show!

Despite this analysis, Xia Ling still didn't dare to walk into the villa again, so he simply sat on a swing chair in the garden of the villa and wandered leisurely for a morning.

The taste of this big devil is really ...... Pretending to be innocent! I actually installed a swing in the garden.

The leisurely time was too long, Xia Linghuang's head was a little dizzy, and he simply leaned back on the chair and fell asleep.

In a room upstairs, a tall figure has been standing in front of the window, with a smile on his lips.

"Yinyin, I won't let you have the same experience in this life."

When Xia Ling opened his eyes, he saw a trace of warmth in Feng Zhuotian's eyes in a trance.

It's so warm! In the eyes of the Great Devil! It's not a hallucination, is it?

She fixed her eyes and looked at it, the warmth was like a meteor in the sky fleeting, and at this time, Feng Zhuotian's face returned to its usual coldness, that is, cold-blooded and ruthless.

Seeing Xia Ling wake up, he turned around and left without hesitation.

What kind of routine is this big devil? Since you don't want to pay attention to people, why do you want to save people and still lock them up?

Xia Ling said that he was about to hold back his depression, okay?

She had just wanted to get up and reason with the big devil, but her foot tripped over the thin blanket covering her.

Hey? Did the big devil cover her?

Who was the voice he was shouting just now?

Could it be that there is a story? Think of her as so-and-so?

Xia Ling shuddered for a moment, a person like Feng Zhuotian who could escape into the Demon Dao was the most dead-eyed, and he recognized what it was.

She was even more worried about her situation in this world.

Sitting back on the swing chair, Xia Ling realized that she didn't know when there was an extra chicken leg next to her.

What? Why is it the same as what he feeds her to his pet?

Xia Ling snorted, but he still picked up the chicken legs and gnawed on them, maybe he only had chicken legs at home!

Xia Ling was still wandering on the swing chair after eating the chicken legs, although her injuries had already healed, she was still afraid of cultivation.

It wasn't until the evening that she couldn't shake anymore that she had the courage to walk into the villa from the garden.

But in the living room, he bumped into a scene that he really didn't want to see, Feng Zhuotian was actually cultivating.

Feng Zhuotian was suspended in mid-air, and a black aura was still shrouded in black qi, and the black silk nightgown he was wearing flew up, revealing the blood-pumping muscle lines in his chest, as well as his strong and slender thighs.

His skin looked even fairer against the dark blue of his hair, especially when he opened his pale emerald green eyes.

This is really a restrictive picture!

Xia Ling even wandered slightly for a moment, and even wanted to walk up and touch his skin.

Hex, it must be hex! Xia Ling shook his head, only to realize that when had he opened his eyes?

"Ahh Xia Ling covered his eyes and ran out again.

Feng Zhuotian fell to the ground, the corners of his lips hooked up with an inexplicable smile, and walked out slowly with his sword.

"This is the big devil who is cultivating, that guy won't poke my eyes, right?" Xia Ling hummed as he walked out.

When I turned around, I saw the big devil chasing him out with a sword.

Escape? Where else can I escape? Xia Ling simply stopped, turned around and smiled at Feng Zhuotian, "Boss Feng seems to be in a good mood!" ”

it! Who designed this line?

Who can hold a sword when he's in a good mood!

Seeing that this line was obviously out of place, Xia Ling hurriedly added: "Boss Feng came out for a walk, why don't you go over there and swing!" ”

After making up the perverted picture of Feng Zhuotian swinging, Xia Ling quickly shook her head, and when she was about to say something, Feng Zhuotian raised her hand to stop her.

It seems that even the big devil can't listen to it anymore!

"Come here!" Although Feng Zhuotian's tone of voice was not fierce, it was obviously unquestionable.

Xia Ling followed with some dog-legged farts, I don't know if he succumbed to his coercion, or was confused by the restrictive picture he just had, anyway, he just followed.

Feng Zhuotian walked to the emptiest meadow in the garden and stopped, and Xia Ling almost hit his back when he couldn't dodge in time.

Feng Zhuotian loosened the sword, and the sword did not fall to the ground, but instead floated at Xia Ling's feet, which was exactly the position where she could step up with one foot.

"Go up." Feng Zhuotian gestured with a smooth line of his chin.

Yes? Where are you going?

"Step up." Feng Zhuotian repeated with some impatience, "Sword." ”

"You're cheap!" Xia Ling stepped forward angrily.

But before she could stand firmly, the sword was a little higher from the ground, and Xia Ling shook her body and almost fell.

But seeing Feng Zhuotian on tiptoe, a flying body stood behind Jian Duan Xia Ling and supported her, "What? Edgeworth's flight has never been tried? Well? ”

What? Edgeworth flying? The mode of cultivating immortals by the president of the city suddenly switched to the traditional Xianxia mode?