"I didn't count what I said before, but I want to say it...... I miss you, I miss you so much. ”

Cen Duxiao took out another transmission note on the table, which she had sent to Feng Yizhi.

Did she like Feng Yizhi so much at that time? He received the transmission note and did not reply, but left this transmission note, and he still kept the note she wrote, the picture she drawn, what was his intention?

Will he miss her too?

Why did he always look like he was very affectionate to her, and why did he hurt her again and again, causing her to lose the people she cherished?

"What are you doing? Who told you to touch my stuff?"

A cold and unwarm question came from behind, Cen Duxiao's heart tightened, and the Heartless Gu bit her coldly.

This time it was lighter, or maybe he got used to the pain, just like Feng Yizhi's murder was counterattacked, and he didn't see him frown when he killed the Sword Immortal.

Cen Duxiao turned around, smiled awkwardly, pretended to be at a loss, and said, "I...... I...... I have never seen such a luxurious dormitory when I am so big, I got lost for a while, I was stunned, I didn't turn over your calligraphy, paintings and books, it was too precious, I didn't dare. ”

Men like women who are stupider than themselves, especially a powerful man like him, who must also like women who can be held in the palm of his hand, so she decided to behave stupidly in front of him so that he could relax his vigilance.

Feng Yizhi hooked his lips slightly, and a pair of dark and bottomless eyes looked straight at her, as if he could penetrate everything, and she could see that her heart was hairy.

"You really haven't flipped it?" Feng Yizhi asked seemingly casually, but there was a little disappointment in his tone.

Cen Duxiao was thinking about how to answer in order to save her little life, did he want her to turn over or not?

After thinking about it for a few seconds, she insisted: "No, my father and mother taught me that it is rude to rummage through people's things casually since I was a child." ”

Feng Yizhi nodded in agreement, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Feng Yizhi tilted his head, looked at the subtle changes in the position of the painting scroll behind her, and said leisurely: "Then did your father and mother teach you that it is wrong to deceive people?"

Cen Duxiao was startled, her eyes dodged, she looked at the night pearl on the top, and said calmly: "Of course, my mother often says that it's not right to lie." ”

Feng Yizhi smiled and shook her head, helpless because her ability to pretend to be stupid was getting better and better. It seems that he suddenly returned to the Yanyang Hall more than 500 years ago, wasn't he laughing when they were together before, was she making trouble?

Why was she not surprised to see that he still had her things, and she had no intention of asking?

Therefore, if he insisted on explaining it to her, she would be blinded by hatred and would not be willing to believe the facts.

"Does the wound still hurt?" Feng Yizhi said, conjuring up a set of elastic flower dark pattern brocade clothes in his hand and handing it to her, "Jiuli is not as dry as the Central Plains, the climate here is dry and cold, you wear more." ”

Cen Duxiao took the clothes in a daze, then frowned, a layer of fine cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and her heart felt like being stung by a bee.

If you continue like this, you will be bitten to death before you can take revenge!

She hurriedly turned around, not looking at him, slowly gasped, and said, "Why do you care so much about me?

Inexplicably, how can he be so affectionate in the face of her ugly face? Either he is blind, or she feels wrong.

Maybe people are merciful and sympathetic, and they care so much about the cats and dogs that are left behind.

Doesn't she look like a homeless stray cat now?

Feng Yizhi smiled casually and said, "Look at you pitiful, don't you claim to be separated from your family?

Cen Duxiao bit her lower lip, and a burst of sadness welled up in her heart, "It's gone, it's all dead, and I'm alone." "Isn't it because of you?

Feng Yizhi looked at her back and said lightly: "Can there be a marriage match?"

Cen Duxiao was stunned for a moment, hugged the clothes in her arms tightly, and said truthfully: "There is ......"

She didn't know why he suddenly asked this, but she didn't want to be sorry for Yi Shugui for lying.

Wuya sighed: "Silly girl, don't you want to seduce him and let him hook up to explain Mo Ran's whereabouts?

But Wu Yan is in a hurry, what man can like a married woman? What's more, she is not good-looking now!

Hearing Wuya say this, Cen Duxiao decided to take a detour and added: "It's a kiss made when I was a child, and he died before I could pass the door." ”

Feng Yizhi was silent and did not speak, his smile disappeared immediately, his eyes darkened, and he turned around and walked to the bedroom.

It is rumored that the love between Cen Duxiao and Yi Shugui is unswerving, the sea is dry and rotten, and death can't stop them from getting married and getting married.

Cen Duxiao listened to his footsteps moving away, turned around and stopped him and asked, "Demon Venerable, where do I sleep tonight?"

Feng Yizhi stopped and coldly spit out two words: "Firewood room." ”

"Isn't it...... Your demon palace is so big, don't there be other dormitories?" Cen Duxiao stomped his foot angrily, this person was really moody!

I was still shushing her just now, and when I mentioned that I had made a marriage, I turned my face and didn't recognize anyone!

Bring her back all the way and let her sleep in the firewood room? Then why bring her back and throw her on the street?

Wuya gloated and laughed: "Didn't you die and beg for nothing to come back with someone? who can blame him for having the opportunity to climb into his bed and tell him that you are a widow?"

Cen Duxiao's lips pursed into a word, and secretly scolded: "Shut up, can you die if you don't speak?!"

Feng Yizhi ignored the fact that she was about to jump to her feet, and ordered the attendants outside: "Come on, take her to the firewood room." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, two attendants came over with a set of futons and led her to the firewood room.

Feng Yizhi glanced at the attendant who was extremely thoughtful and considerate without special explanation, and said coldly: "Who asked you to prepare a futon for her?"

An attendant knelt on the ground in panic and hurriedly said, "I...... I thought this girl was your guest. ”

"Get up. "Feng Yizhi is not used to someone kneeling to him at every turn, but he must be more dignified in dealing with these demons who used to kill people without blinking an eye in the Demon Palace.

He didn't look at Cen Duxiao, and said lightly: "Just let her go, she's in good health, and she doesn't need a futon to sleep." ”

Cen Duxiao was so angry that the top of his head almost smoked, glared at him, and said hatefully: "Yes, I am iron-beaten!"

Isn't this a problem, what did it displease him?

Is ugliness the original sin?

The attendant stood up with his head bowed and made a gesture of please.

Cen Duxiao turned around and shook her hair, followed the attendant down, and said secretly in her heart: "The little woman can bend and stretch, when the sword spirit comes out, see if I don't kill you!"