Chapter Ninety-Three: The Devilish "Hula ......"

The smile on An Wan's lips was still the same, and she smiled slightly, and then said softly:

"Since we found you, and then carried you away together."

Feng Zixuan's eyes flashed, knowing that he was asking a stupid question.

While feeling annoyed in his heart, Feng Zixuan racked his brains to think that he should ask in order to ask a very useful and natural mention of his current situation.

"When you found me, was my clothes dirty?"

After thinking about it, Feng Zixuan spoke again.

Even when she asked about her clothes, she would definitely be able to think of herself and where her current clothes had gone.

Feng Zixuan thought confidently.

"Oh! It's pretty dirty......" An Wan reacted as if she had just remembered.

…… And then what?

Feng Zixuan stared at An Wan's mouth tightly, hoping that she would continue.

Which of you helped me undress, and then where was my clothes thrown away?

An Yun's expression was still coquettish, and after looking at Feng Zixuan, he tilted his head and thought about it before speaking: "...... So are you hungry? ”

……?

……??

……???

What's the situation? Didn't you just return your clothes? How did it become a question of whether to be hungry or not?!

"...... Us"

Feng Zixuan tried to pull the problem back, but the other party didn't give him such a chance, so he sat up straight, and then walked to the table outside and picked up the teapot.

"Hula ......"

The sound of tea pouring into the cup sounded, and Feng Zixuan paused when he wanted to speak again, and the expression on his face was a little stiff.

"Woo Wan... You...... Are you thirsty? ”

The young man's voice was still warm, but a hint of tightness in his voice was very obvious.

An Wan looked innocent, drank a glass of water, let out a satisfied sigh, and then said with an innocent face:

"Little Xianggong, Wan Wan is too thirsty, let me drink a few sips of water to slow down."

Next......

"Hula ......"

Feng Zixuan clenched his fists tightly, his thin lips were pursed, and his face was not good.

"Hula ......"

Feng Zixuan clenched his fists, his thin lips pursed tightly while clenching his back molars.

"Hula ......"

Feng Zixuan clenched his fists, his thin lips pursed, and while he gritted his teeth, a thin sweat stain overflowed from the tip of his nose......

……

I don't know how many times I heard the sound of pouring tea, when Feng Zixuan felt that his teeth were trembling, and his hands and toes had no strength.

The little girl drinking tea over there finally stopped her movements, put down the teapot in her hand, and her colleague let go of Feng Zixuan, who was woken up by the 'three urgents'.

Sitting on the edge of Feng Zixuan's bed again, An Wan's expression was still coquettish: "Okay, let's ask the little minister now, I'm not thirsty anymore?" ”

An Wan's movements were not small, and when he sat on the bed all of a sudden, the bed board vibrate, and Feng Zixuan felt a familiar feeling again......

"Huh? Little Xianggong, why is your face sweating so much? But it's too hot, do you need to drink some herbal tea to relieve the heat? ”

Saying that, An Wan was about to get up.

Herbal tea?

Water?

Hula ......?!

Feng Zixuan was clever, raised his hand and grabbed An Wan who was about to leave.

“… No...... Need not! ”

These words were squeezed out of between Feng Zixuan's teeth.

As for why, hehe! Taste it carefully, and you can't write too carefully.

"Huh?" An Wan's voice was a little frustrated: "Okay then."

An Wan opened her mouth with some sadness.

The female doll is long and delicate. plus this look of being wronged.

Feng Zixuan was stunned and felt that he was a sinner through the ages, and it was intolerable for thousands of miles!

“… So, I'm... I'm really thirsty. Pour me a glass of water. ”

As soon as a sentence came out, An Wan immediately got up and said, "Little Xianggong, wait a minute!" ”

Then he quickly opened the door and went out.

Feng Zixuan was a little confused.

After a while, the doll returned, holding a bowl the size of a basin.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Zixuan watched the female doll pick up the kettle, and then the sound of water flowing into the bowl sounded.

After listening to the sound of "hulala" for an unknown amount of time, Feng Zixuan saw the female doll carrying a bowl of water to him as if she was offering a treasure.

Then, the ropes of her limbs were untied, and the female doll handed the bowl to her.

"Little Xianggong, drink water!"

Feng Zixuan raised his hand to wipe the sweat stains on the tip of his nose, and looked at the bowl of water that was the size of his face. Then he stared at the little girl's face.

When it was discovered that the expression on the face of the female doll was not the slightest mischief, but full of kindness and coquettishness. Feng Zixuan raised his hand to take the bowl in the female doll's hand.

It's that he's thinking too much, how can he think that An Wan is deliberately manipulating him!

Raise your head and drink the entire bowl of water.

Feng Zixuan didn't see the cunning and naughty on An Wan's face who was sitting on the edge of the bed at the moment.

With a big bowl of underwater belly, Feng Zixuan only felt that he was even more uncomfortable.

Hesitantly, he handed the bowl in his hand to An Wan, and then obediently nested into the quilt, looking at An Wan's weak mouth:

"Wanyun, have you seen my clothes?"

He really didn't have the heart to care about any face problems now, he ...... He's dying...... If he continues like this, he will really become a laughing stock.

The other party's eyes were still innocent, he held the bowl in his hand, and replied as a matter of course: "I don't know either." ”

Then take the door and leave.

Feng Zixuan looked at the closed door and was stunned, then frowned slightly, and then spoke:

"Black Wind!"

The young man's voice fell, and a dark shadow appeared in front of Feng Zixuan.

"Pillars."

The black shadow was half-kneeling on the ground, and his tone was solemn.

"Take your clothes off."

"Huh?"

"Undress, hurry!"

"Oh."

……

After half a cup of tea, Feng Zixuan, who was dressed in black, naturally reappeared in the room with a face.

A person beside the bed stood on the ground half-naked and trembling barefoot, looking at the young man, pitiful.

"Lord... Master......"

The boy sat leisurely in his chair.

"How?"

"Can I ...... my clothes?"

"Tsk, Black Wind, your protector is not good, how do you say I should punish you?"

"......, the master is really a handsome, handsome and extraordinary immortal-like character.

The most ugly clothes were immediately different on the master's body, and Hei Feng was really ashamed of himself.

Now I feel that I am not worthy of this dress, and it is really an honor for the master to wear such clothes, but I ask the master to wear it for a while. ”

As he spoke, the half-naked man knelt directly on one knee and solemnly showed his loyalty.

The young man pursed his lips and looked at the man who was half-kneeling on the ground, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

"If that's the case, then I'll wear more ......"

"Little Minister......

An Wan pushed the door in, stunned by the scene in front of him.

Moments later......

"Childe, are you sent by the gods?"

……

"Wow! Childe, your figure is good, exactly the same as in the drawing book. ”