"Then you're free to move around now? Although there is still a part of the divine soul imprisoned, but now you are going to-" Lan Wujiang was stunned, her face was several times redder than when she was drunk, she asked Feng Zhao tentatively, her heart was hanging high, and she was inexplicably a little uneasy.

The Feng Zhao she saw in the realm of knowing the sea before always gave her a sense of distance, but now Feng Zhao appeared in the environment where she lived, without the white mist to set off the fairy energy, but instead contaminated with red dust and fireworks, as well as her breath.

Lan Wujiang's heart was beating fast, and he only felt that he was like a fairy who had fallen into the world by mistake, causing people to blaspheme, and the toes in the brocade shoes were curled up in a lovely arc.

"I'll follow you, after all, the world is so big, there is nowhere to call home." Feng Zhao drank the wine as soon as he drank it, his Adam's apple rolled, like snow hair hanging on his shoulders, and his every move was a visual feast.

"Accompany you on weekdays, or live in your body, which do you like?" Feng Zhao's slender fingers tapped on the tabletop.

Hearing this, Lan Wujiang choked on his own saliva for the first time, "Ahem, you don't have to ask me, you can choose whichever you like." ”

She looked away, her eyes flustered.

Feng Zhao hummed lightly, slowly walked behind Lan Wujiang, and put his hands on Lan Wujiang's shoulders, "Then I'm here, after all, you are mine...... Master. ”

He paused in the middle, and Lan Wujiang's ears were numb when he shouted the two words of the master.

"Okay." Lan Wujiang's eyes widened, and his back stiffened.

Feng Zhao chuckled, lifted the bead curtain by himself, and walked to the outside of the bedroom, his eyes were lazy, and his voice was magnetic, "Then rest early, it's late at night, if you want to drink, I'll accompany you another day." ”

Lan Wujiang's fingertips were hot, he rubbed his temples, and took a deep breath before walking to his bed.

The moon hung in the center, Lan Wujiang obediently slept on the side of the bed with his eyes closed, Feng Zhao didn't know when he stood in front of Lan Wujiang, he stared at Lan Wujiang's sleeping face, and the corners of his lips hooked up a faint smile.

After a long time, he sighed, but unfortunately he was just a wisp of wandering spirit, and he couldn't give Lan Wujiang real stability.

Feng Zhao squinted, and thought that his true divine bones and body were still suppressed in the divine realm for his enemies to use.

Gentle eyes were replaced by hatred in an instant.

Lan Wujiang shrank in the quilt, as if he noticed Feng Zhao's abnormality, and the whole person shrank in the quilt to reveal a small head, his breathing was slightly unsteady, and his lips opened slightly and let out a sigh.

Feng Zhao came back to his senses, and finally the hatred faded from his eyes, and his finger fell on Lan Wujiang's eyebrows, injecting a force into Lan Wujiang's body.

Lan Wujiang's body trembled, and the whole person was like soaking in a sea of clouds, soft, warm and flowing, comfortable and intoxicating.

The candlelight in the room flickered, Feng Zhao's eyes dimmed, he turned around, and his palms gushed out spiritual power that was even more quintessential than Lan He, and opened a blue enchantment between the voids, his fingers tightened, and the power surrounded his body, he strode into the door of the enchantment, and his eyebrows were dyed with determination.

Lan Wujiang's sleepy eyes were moist, and she opened her eyes after Feng Zhao had completely left, she pursed her lips, and her hand wrung out folds in the quilt.

Will he ever come back?

Lan Wujiang actually didn't fall asleep at all.

She sat up from the bed and stared at Feng Zhao as she walked to the position, unable to recover for a long time.

He's probably ...... I never lie to myself.

Lan Wujiang lowered his head, but his heart was very sour.

In the early morning, a bird's cry broke the tranquility of Qinghuan Courtyard.

There were aura fluctuations in Lan Wujiang's bedroom.

Lan Wujiang, who hadn't closed his eyes all night, quickly lay down, shrunk into the quilt and closed his eyes.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised with a hint of joy.