Feng Wuchen's demeanor is outstanding, unparalleled, handsome and noble, just like a fairy falling into the dust.

He stood in front of the bed with a distinguished demeanor, in stark contrast to the pig-headed Duanmu Xingchen.

Feng Wuchen pinched a trick and slowly sacrificed something.

It was a guqin, about three feet six inches, with a smooth body, made of high-quality white jade, and the whole body was full of bursts of aura.

The strings are made of silk, a total of seven strings, the luster flows, and it is not ordinary at first glance.

When Duanmu Xingchen saw it, he was immediately overjoyed.

The swollen squinted eyes widened and trembled with excitement.

This guqin, full of aura and antique, is it exactly what he dreamed of......

At this time, Duanmu Xingchen was like returning to the light, from half-dead to alive, and suddenly became energetic.

His head is no longer dizzy, his waist is no longer sore, his legs are no longer painful, and his mood has become more comfortable.

He jumped out of bed with agility, where could he still see that it was an injured person who had just been beaten?

Duanmu Xingchen stared at his red and swollen eyes, and his swollen eyes burst out with greedy light.

He swallowed hard, his voice trembled, and asked with surprise on his face:

"Master, could it be that this is the legendary ancient artifact with the ability to change the heavens and the earth, Fu Xiqin?"

Seeing his energetic appearance, Feng Wuchen nodded happily and said:

"It's an ancient artifact, the Fuxi Guqin."

"The teacher will hand it over to you, and you will first think about it yourself and how to use it."

This Fuxi guqin, he had long wanted to get it, and gave it to his son, which was a valuable gift he gave to this illegitimate son.

After all, Duanmu Xingchen's immortal power is not high.

And the Fuxi Guqin, which is infinitely powerful, was handed over to Duanmu Xingchen for use, on the one hand, to better defend himself, and on the other hand, to promote him to strengthen his cultivation of immortals.

He, as a father, can be described as well-intentioned.

Today, Yan Wan used the fire to help him steal the Fuxi guqin.

As soon as Feng Wuchen got Fu Xiqin, he contacted Duanmu Xingchen and hurried over to hand over Fu Xiqin to him.

It's just that he never expected that this unconscious son would be cleaned up so miserably by Hua Weiyang's people.

Feng Wuchen was very angry.

Whether they planned to go to Xiliang City to find the monster, or beat Duanmu Xingchen to a serious injury.

Hua Weiyang has violated his bottom limit, and he will never give up.

Feng Wuchen's eyes were gloomy, his face was grim, and he secretly made up his mind that Huafu would be destroyed.

Duanmu Xingchen happily took the guqin and played the strings casually, and countless spiritual energy came out from the strings, which was refreshing.

Duanmu Xingchen hugged the guqin, like holding a peerless baby, and was reluctant to let go.

The oily pig's head face pulled out a very ugly smile, and said happily:

"It's so good for the master to treat the disciples, thank you, thank you, thank you."

Feng Wuchen saw that his originally handsome face was swollen and bruised, and he said angrily:

"You lie down, and the deity will help you heal."

"Usually let you cultivate well, but you just don't listen, now you know it's uncomfortable, right?"

Duanmu Xingchen carefully put down Fu Xiqin and quickly lay down on the bed obediently.

Duanmu Xingchen has absolute trust in this master.

Feng Wuchen raised the immortal power in his body, and the surging cyan true qi surged out of his body.

This surging true qi gradually wrapped the two of them in it, hazy, as if covered with a layer of cyan gauze tent,

On Feng Wuchen's palms, the mist was filled, and the true qi was agitated. Peng Bai's true qi slowly shrouded Duanmu Xingchen's head, and his face wrapped his whole person.

The cyan true qi mixed with the brilliance visible to the naked eye flowed on Duanmu Xingchen's face.

These true qi carried a trace of aura, slowly healing Duanmu Xingchen's damaged skin.

Duanmu Xingchen felt a cool itch on his face.

It's so comfortable.

Duanmu Xingchen fell asleep unconsciously.

Feng Wuchen is worthy of being a master of cultivating immortals.

After only half a cup of tea, Duanmu Xingchen's face became smooth and delicate again, white as jade, and returned to his handsome and peerless appearance.

His swollen and bruised panda eyes also disappeared and returned to their original state, even a little dark circle under his eyes was gone.

Duanmu Xingchen slept very sweetly, making an even breathing sound.

His eyes were closed, his eyelashes were thick and curled, leaving a fine line of shadows on the bridge of his nose.

His tall and straight figure, even if he sleeps in bed, looks outstanding.

In particular, the handsome face that was somewhat similar to Feng Wuchen, after the swelling was reduced at this time, it looked extremely handsome.

Feng Wuchen stared at him deeply for a moment, and then carefully helped him tuck the corners of the quilt.

The cold-blooded and ruthless Feng Wuchen was still very happy to have such a noble, handsome and unparalleled son.

He originally wanted to cultivate him well and teach him to learn to cultivate immortals.

However, Duanmu Xingchen lacked interest in cultivation, but had a strong interest in imperial power.

Even Feng Wuchen, who has great powers and omnipotence, has no way to take this son.

In this way, Feng Wuchen finally decided to help him remove all the obstacles that stood in front of him, help him ascend to the throne of the Great Xia Kingdom, and become the Ninety-Five Supreme of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Feng Wuchen took Fu Xiqin, looked at it carefully, and put it back on Duanmu Xingchen's bedside.

He took a deep look at Duanmu Xingchen, and when he saw that he was no longer in serious trouble, he was also relieved.

Feng Wuchen's figure slowly disappeared in front of the bed.

However, there was a hint of gloom in his eyes.

In the evening, Duanmu Xingchen slept and finally woke up.

The face that had swelled into a pig's head miraculously healed and regained its handsome appearance.

Duanmu Xingchen looked at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and called General Mad Heaven in.

General Mad Tian anxiously walked into the room, and when he saw Duanmu Xingchen's handsome face, he was stunned at first, and then he was in ecstasy, almost crying with joy:

"Lord Wang, you, are you finally well?"

"That plaster is so miraculous? It's so good, it's so good! ”

Duanmu Xingchen was carefully healed by Feng Wuchen, and slept again, at this time he was full of energy and radiant, and he was a little more energetic than before he was injured.

Duanmu Xingchen looked at the mad sky with a smile, and said with a smug face:

"What kind of plaster, it was the master who came to see me just now and helped me heal my injuries."

"This king is now in good spirits and resurrected with full blood."

"Hmph, the master gave me a magic weapon."

"Another day, this king will definitely let that bastard of hairballs die without a place to be buried!"

General Mad Heaven glanced at Duan Jupiter's gloomy face, trembled in fright, and hurriedly said:

"The National Teacher is so good to you, even better than his own son."

Duanmu Xingchen's face sank, and he stared at the mad sky with an angry expression.

In his life, what he hates the most is being told by others that he looks like a national teacher.

He thought that as the tenth prince of the Great Xia Kingdom, he had a noble status and was the future emperor of the Great Xia Kingdom.

With such a status, how can a national teacher be compared?

Although the National Teacher is the head of the Shushan Immortal Gate, he is admired by the world.

However, in his eyes, after all, it was still more real than the throne of the Great Xia Kingdom.

Crazy Sky knew that he had lost his mouth, and wittily diverted the topic:

"Is the prince hungry?"

"I've asked the cook to remake the meal, and I'll let Wan'er bring it later, can I serve you a meal?"

Duanmu Xingchen was indeed hungry and panicked at this time.

During the day, his face was swollen into a pig's head, and even his lips were swollen and turned up, and his heart hurt when he touched it.

Not to mention eating, even drinking water hurts terribly.

At this time, he was already hungry, so hungry that his chest was close to his back, and he longed for a full meal.

Duanmu Xingchen nodded, thought about it, and then admonished:

"As long as Wan'er is alone, she will serve."

"Has she bathed?"

General Madness understood, with an ambiguous smile on his face, and hurriedly replied:

"She has already bathed, just wait for you to wake up, come and serve you."

Duanmu Xingchen nodded in satisfaction.

General Mad Sky hurriedly walked out and called Wan'er in.

Wan'er is the little maid who helps Duanmu Xingchen apply medicine in the daytime.

At this time, Wan'er walked in with a tray and a light posture, bringing a faint fragrance.

On the tray are freshly cooked, steaming meals that exude an enticing aroma of the meal.

After Wan'er bathed, she was even more pure and beautiful, like a beautiful and just blooming flower Although it was still a little immature, it was difficult to hide its stunning appearance.

That delicate and beautiful appearance can arouse the most primitive desires of men.

At this time, Wan'er, who had finished bathing, was only wearing a set of transparent light yarn.

Outside the light gauze, a loose cotton robe cloak was draped.

With her light steps, but seeing the mountain peaks trembling, spring light appeared, and when she walked, she revealed slender and slender, snow-white and strong jade legs.

The weather outside was too cold, and Wan'er's snow-white delicate skin was frozen with a layer of goosebumps.

Duanmu Xingchen looked at the beautiful and delicious little maid, and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, his eyes were on fire, and a primitive impulse and desire rose in his lower abdomen.

Wan'er put down the tray with her hands and feet, set up the dishes and chopsticks, and took off her cotton cloak again, wearing only a set of half-hidden light yarn.

What should be exposed, what should not be exposed, looming under the light veil, makes the man's eyes green.

She respectfully helped Duanmu Xingchen to sit at the table, then knelt beside him, picked up chopsticks, and slowly fed Duanmu Xingchen to eat.

Duanmu Xingchen sat comfortably at the table, eating while raising his hands on Wan'er.

Wan'er knelt at the table, not daring to resist at all.

Not only did she have to endure the aggression of Duanmu Xingchen's salty pig hands, but she also had to maintain the speed and posture of feeding, and she must not drop a grain of rice or sprinkle a little soup, otherwise, she would encounter all kinds of inhuman abuse.

Sometimes, he may be abused or raped before he has finished feeding.

Wan'er carefully fed the food, endured Duanmu Xingchen's salty pig hands, and walked on thin ice......

It's night, Flower House.

In the dead of night, the wind and snow are combined, and the wind is howling.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of people disappear.

It was freezing cold, and everyone went to bed early.

At this time, the room of the Baili Lethe River.

Hua Weiyang and Baili Lechuan were dressed in night clothes, looking like they were about to go out.

This is the first time Hua Weiyang has put on a night suit.

A night coat outlines her slender and perfect figure, which is incisive and slender.

That beautiful and unparalleled face, against the backdrop of black robes, is peerless, and the skin is snowy.

At this time, Hua Weiyang pulled the sleeve of Baili Lechuan and did not forgive:

"No, I'm going with you too."

Baili Lechuan looked at her helplessly, and persuaded again:

"Weiyang, it's too cold, I'll just go alone, can you stay and wait for me?"

Hua Weiyang shook his head, his face was excited, and he said resolutely:

"No, I'm going with you, in case you are caught by officers and soldiers, I can still help you."

"I've grown so big, I haven't stolen anything yet, and I suddenly feel so excited to be a thief for the first time."

Baili Lethe River is full of black lines, are they here to steal something?

They're here to investigate the stolen things.

Baili Lechuan pinched her little nose and said with a smile:

"We're not stealing, we're going to get our stuff back, how can this be called stealing?"

"Good, you stay, wait for me in the room, a cup of tea, I can come back."

Hua Weiyang tugged at her sleeve and didn't let go, her head shaking like a rattle.

She persevered like a child and protested:

"No, I'm going too, with you."

"Brother Lechuan, my immortal power is not weaker than yours at all, you can't underestimate me."

She looked excited, as if she was about to go on an adventure, and she was speechless for a while.

They are going to Liuxian City Mansion to investigate whether Fu Xiqin was really taken away by Duanmu Xingchen.

If he really took it away, they would quietly retrieve it without knowing it.

If he hadn't gotten away, they would have to keep looking.

Baili Lechuan scratched his head and said helplessly:

"Hey, I really can't help you, you follow me, let's try to be careful."

Hua Weiyang's face was full of excitement, he lowered his voice, and said with a chatter:

"Okay, I'll be careful."

Baili Lechuan nodded and said, "Okay, let's go." ”

He took Hua Weiyang's hand and cast a trick to resist the sky.

The two stepped through the void together, and their figures disappeared into the room of Baili Lethe River in an instant, appearing in the city mansion......