With a flattering smile on his lips, he looked at him with a mournful look.

"You see, I've been in the cage for a long time, and I'm hungry." She was pitifully clutching her shriveled belly, distressed.

Yan Ye flicked his sleeves and unchained, and glanced at her with cold eyes, "Come with the deity." ”

Feng Jiutian followed him and followed him to a tall cave-like palace.

The purple light is shining, the small bridge is flowing water, the ice and snow white lotus, the bead curtain breeze, and it is extremely beautiful.

It's just that the temperature in the cave is a little low, the tip of the nose is a little pantothenic, and the "yawn" covers his nose with his hand and retreats to the side.

Looking around, she had to admit that although the surroundings were beautiful, there was nothing she wanted to eat.

"What are you bringing me here for?" She looked up in surprise and looked at him tentatively.

"Don't you want to eat? Here you go. ”

Feng Jiutian looked east and west, but he didn't find anything to eat, and he was a little annoyed. "There's a fart, you're kidding me?"

"The deity doesn't, come, come."

He stretched out his slender fingers and hooked his hand at her.

Feng Jiutian walked up according to his intention, "You say, where is the food?" Confused, she looked up at him.

Yan Yeming looked at her with a smile, "Here." Ruyu's fingertips were out of thin air, and a large white jade table appeared in front of him, glowing with a warm glow under the purple light.

And the position where Feng Jiutian stood happened to be the place where the big table was formed, and the big table grew wildly, holding up her whole body.

She struggled a few times, her red shirt was torn, and the table was finally fully formed, and she was lying on it in an extremely embarrassed position.

A little frightened, he patted his chest a few times to comfort himself.

Yu Guang touched the scorching and somewhat playful gaze above, and raised his head angrily.

Congyu pointed at him with her finger, "You said you were not playing tricks on me." "Three feet of flame can shoot out from his beautiful eyes, burning him to the ground.

"Tell me, where is the deity playing with you?" The red lips were close to her face, which was a little red with anger, and her deep purple eyes stared at him.

Suddenly approaching, the ambiguous aura made Feng Jiutian a little red and hot, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up a little.

forced to calm his chaotic heart, and pushed him, "Don't get so close to me, you say, where is the food?" His eyes were not on him, and his face was a little detached.

"If you want to eat, you have to have a table." He replied with great innocence.

It's as if she's making trouble without reason, and he's doing things seriously.

Damn, it's clear that he's playing with her, but she can't find any reason.

"Where's the food?" His tone softened.

"Wait." He came to her side and pulled her off the table.

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves again to conjure up a table of dishes, which were bright in color and fragrant.

"Wow, are you a magician?" Feng Jiutian looked at the dishes one by one, his saliva was about to flow out, and his eyes looked at the dishes with excitement.

"Magician? The deity only knows the way, and these are just small meanings to the deity. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Why? The average magician doesn't have that ability, so what about you? Feng Jiutian has already achieved his position, and he is about to eat when he picks up the chopsticks.

"Well, it's really delicious, oh, by the way, when are you going to take me out?"

"I'll send you out when you're done eating."

Feng Jiutian's brows were tangled together, and a trace of strange feelings suddenly crossed his heart.

Later, I learned that Yan Yeming also had something to do, so they went on the road together.

The street was bustling with people coming and going, and suddenly a horse-drawn carriage drove by.

The people all ran around in panic, but only a small child with a sugar gourd cried and cried, and looked at the menacing carriage with big eyes, and a flash of fear.

: The carriage seemed to be frightened and could not stop at all, and the coachman who drove the carriage was so anxious that his face tense, and he struggled to hold the carriage.

It's going to die and something happens, but it's a homicide, it's a lifeless job.

The people in the carriage were annoyed, opened the curtain, and scolded, "Hurry up, my lord has something important, and my lord will be responsible for the accident." ”

Feng Jiutian narrowed his eyes, what kind of person is he who is not afraid of murder in broad daylight? There will be a great source.

"Official, the little one knows the way, the little one knows the way, but the one in front of me is a child."

"You're arguing, be careful with your life, hurry up."

"Yong'er, Yong'er, my Yong'er, you run, run." A weeping woman originally wanted to go up, but she was pulled by a maid.

"Madam, madam, if something happens to you, the master can't spare the slave." The maid grabbed the woman so hard that her cheeks turned red.

"Let go of me, let go of me, swimmer, my swimmer." The woman struggled desperately, but could not escape, and when she saw that the carriage was about to rush towards her, her eyes widened, and she collapsed to the ground in fright.

Tears cannot be broken, and pain cannot be suppressed. The last call turned into a silent supplication.

When Feng Jiutian saw this scene, he hooked the whip on his waist, leaped up, and rushed to the front of the carriage.

"Woman, woman, hurry up and save my son. I'm just such a son, Yong'er, Yong'er. She lay on the ground weakly, looking at the carriage with tears in her eyes.

"Don't worry, this is Miss Ben's decision." She threw out her whip, caught the horse's footsteps, and flicked it hard to the side.

The carriage jolted for a while, and the horse neighed, falling uncontrollably to one side.

With a "boom", the carriage fell to the ground, shattered, and the carriage was shattered, and two gorgeously dressed men rolled out of it.

He rolled around on the ground in pain, clutching his injuries and screaming in pain.

The coachman on the side was in a better condition, just sitting on the ground, looking at Feng Jiutian with a little pity in a daze, decisively got up from the ground, glanced at the two people behind him, and trotted in front of her.

"Girl, go quickly, or you'll get into trouble you shouldn't be in trouble later. I can't even say if I die. "The coachman was a little dark-skinned, but very kind.

"Miss Ben won't go, but you, an old man, run quickly, the farther you run, the better. Miss Ben is fine. Feng Jiutian rarely showed a knowing smile.

"Hey, that's good, girl, be careful yourself." The coachman looked at Feng Jiutian worriedly for a few times before running away.

"Yong'er, Yong'er, Yong'er, you're fine." The maid finally let go of the woman, and the woman ran forward and hugged the crying child.

"Mother, mother, Yong'er is so scared, Yong'er is so scared." The child threw herself into the woman's arms in fright, hiding the expression on her face.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's good that Yong'er isn't injured." The woman hugged the child in distress and patted the child tenderly with both hands.

The child was relieved now, and the woman took the child to Feng Jiutian.

"Benefactor, benefactor, please accept my worship." The woman was full of gratitude, and bowed down to her.