Cen Duxiao was so painful that she almost couldn't straighten up, and she put down her food in pain and planned to turn around and leave.

Mo Ran stopped her: "You, come and dress up for me." ”

Cen Duxiao clenched her fists, tried her best to suppress the Gu worm's restlessness, turned her head and agreed: "Yes." ”

Feng Yizhi glanced at her quietly, her lips were pale, and she seemed to be unwell as when she first brought her back.

Did he get cold in the firewood room last night? Or did he feel uncomfortable seeing him and Mo Ran seem so close? Did he go too far? He couldn't bear it for a while, his lips moved a few times, and he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it again.

He hated her for not wanting to believe him, hated her for not listening to his explanations at all, and hated her for never forgetting Yi Shugui.

I don't even want to panic when I hide by his side with another face, I still have to admit that she has a marriage match, and I don't want to betray Yi Shugui!

So, how important is Yi Shugui to her?

Obviously, more important than him.

He wanted to take revenge, and wanted to seize this opportunity to take revenge on her fiercely, but she only hated him, and never had half affection, how could she be jealous and sad for him.

Mo Ran put on his coat and sat in front of the dresser.

Cen Duxiao's face was as pale as snow, she tried her best not to see anything unusual, since she came to Feng Yizhi's side, her ability to endure pain has increased a lot.

On the bright side, it is indeed a good thing, which shows that she is one step closer to truly breaking off love.

She curled her lips slightly self-deprecatingly, so she shouldn't dangle more in front of Feng Yizhi and Mo Ran.

Mo Ran's jet-black hair fell down naturally, as smooth and soft as black brocade.

Cen Duxiao stood behind her, picked up the comb and slowly combed it from the top of her head, while asking, "Madam Mozun, what kind of bun do you need the slave to comb for you?"

Feng Yizhi and Mo Ran were both stunned, and then Mo Ran smiled like a flower, and said with a smile: "What did you call me just now? ”

Cen Duxiao didn't move, and said obediently: "Mrs. Demon Venerable." ”

Mo Ran pursed his lips and smiled, his face couldn't stop being happy, and he said coquettishly: "I like you girl to talk, so follow me in the future." ”

"Yes, ma'am. Cen Duxiao leaned over decently.

"No, I can't. Feng Yizhi, who had been silent, suddenly interrupted their conversation, "I can give you the dew if you want to comb your hair, but she can't." ”

Mo Ran's smile froze on her face, and she turned her head to look at Feng Yizhi, revealing a puzzled look, "Why?"

She looked at Cen Duxiao again, wondering why this human girl was so ugly, why did Fusang keep her by her side?

The clothes she wears are different from ordinary maidservants, and Fusang also specially prepared a set of clothes for her?

Feng Yizhi didn't look at Mo Ran, and said to Cen Duxiao: "You go down, you are not allowed to go out of the dining room without my order." ”

Cen Duxiao said aggrievedly and in a low voice: "However, I haven't served the Demon Venerable and Mrs. for breakfast, and I will be punished if I go back now." ”

She wanted to see how these two could show affection, the more affectionate the better, so as to speed up her revenge process.

Feng Yizhi looked at her with a slight bow, wanting to see into her heart through her disguise.

She saw him and Mo Ran together but they were so calm as water, and he suddenly felt that his revenge was too much.

She came here only to take revenge, not to find out the truth, why did she need to verify the facts she had already determined? Even if she was a little suspicious of Yi Han's death at that time? Maybe he would feel better.

The sentence "Madame" is called so smoothly that there is really no vinegar. He didn't expect that the result of the revenge did not meet his expectations, but only made him feel even more chilled.

His heart fell, he glanced away, and said lightly: "Okay, you will leave the Demon Palace after serving breakfast, you are not a mortal here, you are not needed here." ”

Cen Duxiao frowned, and hurriedly fell to the ground: "Demon Venerable, did Ah Yan do something wrong, why did you drive me away?"

Feng Yizhi was confused and lost his mind for a while, and said coldly: "You didn't do anything wrong, it's that I don't want to see you again." ”

His voice was full of bone-chilling, as if it had penetrated into Cen Duxiao's heart and stabbed her, it was so cold that it hurt, and the pain spread from her heart to her limbs, worse than the pain caused by the Desperate Gu.

She knew that his words were just to send away the difficult and unfamiliar Ah Yan, not Cen Duxiao, but why was she still a little sad that he didn't want to see her again?

No, it's not sad, she's just in a hurry to get revenge and the plan runs aground!

Mo Ran's face changed, his charming face was immediately like a cloud, his eyes were full of hatred, and he said angrily: "Ah Yan, your name is Ah Yan?"

Oh, she is Zhang Yan, but why is this look?

Mo Ran glared at Cen Duxiao, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't connect her with Zhang Yan.

Mo Ran couldn't bear it anymore, stepped forward and grabbed Cen Duxiao's wrist, and asked, "Are you Zhang Yan?"

Cen Duxiao pretended to be frightened, twisted her wrist and tried to break free, while trembling: "Madam, what are you talking about? I have been called Ah Yan since I was a child, is there anything wrong with my name?"

Her wrist was about to be crushed by Mo Ran, she hid her resentment, put on a pitiful look, and said: "Ah Yan knows his mistake, he has made Mozun and his wife displeased, please punish Mozun." ”

Mo Ran paused, let go of her hand, looked at Feng Yizhi again, smiled playfully, and sneered: "Just because her name is Ah Yan, you brought her back? ”

Feng Yizhi ignored Mo Ran's ridicule, sat down to eat, just picked up the wine jug, frowned slightly, his eyes drooped, and a trace of depression flashed.

He casually put the wine jug aside and beckoned to Cen Duxiao, "Come here, this pot of wine has rewarded you, it should be practiced for you." ”

Could it be that before she and Mo Ran, Feng Yizhi also liked a woman named Ah Yan? Mo Ran's eyes were clearly jealous. Cen Duxiao was thinking about why Mo Ran reacted so much to the name "Ah Yan", and was suddenly startled when she heard Feng Yizhi's words.

Oh no, let's just say that you can't hide the dog nose of the medical fairy!

Blame that squire!

"Thank you, Demon Venerable. Cen Duxiao bowed and saluted, her footsteps paused in place and were reluctant to step forward, lifting a stone to hit her own foot and talking about her current situation.

Feng Yizhi looked at her, with a spring-like smile on the corner of his lips, but at the bottom of his eyes was a cold look like watching a play, and said softly: "Don't come yet, do you want me to feed you?"

Typical skin smiles and doesn't smile!

"Here it is. Cen Duxiao smiled awkwardly, and stepped forward with broken steps, as if she could avoid this catastrophe if she went slower.

Mo Ran was displeased, and reprimanded: "Fusang, she is a cheap maid, where is she worthy of such good wine!"

Based on her understanding of Fusang, something was wrong with him today, why did he have an indescribable emotion towards this ugly monster, as if he was angry with her.

Cen Duxiao echoed again and again: "Yes, yes, Madam is very right, I am really unworthy of a lowly slave." ”