Suddenly, the Rakshasa Bird was light on its back, and I saw Lan Wujiang roll to the side a few times, and it fell straight down.

It breathed a little, and the white shadow that flashed was steady to catch Lan Wujiang.

After collecting the three souls, Feng Zhao felt more real.

Lan Wujiang curled up in Feng Zhao's arms, her eyelashes trembling slightly, "You're back......"

Feng Zhao had the sandalwood she was familiar with on her clothes.

Give her peace of mind.

"yes, I'm back." Feng Zhao chuckled lightly and walked towards the Lan Mansion with Lan Wujiang in his arms.

"I don't want to go back." Lan Wujiang twisted a section of Feng Zhao's soft white hair and wrapped it around his hand.

However, the hair always slipped through her fingertips.

"Today's Lantern Festival, I have prepared a gift for you, can you go back and see it?" Feng Zhao softly seduced Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang, who was drunk in a puddle of water, put his hands around Feng Zhao's neck.

The whole person was a little closer to Feng Zhao.

He had a heartbeat......

Lan Wujiang was stunned.

"Does it sound good?" Feng Zhao squinted his eyes and looked at the back of the Rakshasa bird on the ground, the corners of his lips slightly hooked.

The white rouge eyelids jumped, and he resigned himself to becoming a tool bird.

She's just a rakshasa that can carry wine.

Thinking of this, Bai Rouge humbly flapped his wings.

"Nice to hear......" Lan Wujiang's voice was tender and sweet.

The phoenix throat apple rolls.

A blue portal appears in front of you.

He stepped in with his front foot, and his back foot appeared in Lan Wujiang's bedroom.

The white rouge on the street was stunned and wanted to squeeze into the portal, but he was one step slower, watching himself being stuck outside the door, and then the portal disappeared completely.

"Gah!"

White Rouge let out a duck-like howl of grief.

A red mist fell from the sky.

The huge Rakshasa disappeared, and only a charming woman in red was left in the middle of the road, holding two jars of golden wine, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

Her pupils are green and blue, her slender waist is exposed, her red dance skirt rises in the wind, and her slender snow-white thighs are particularly eye-catching.

The bare feet carry two gold rings, which is full of exotic style.

It's a pity that it's dark, and no one appreciates her beauty on the road, let alone eyeballs to satisfy her hunger...... 228 Literature Network

The silver bell on Bai Rouge's waist rang, and her expression was sad step by step like Lanfu.

The sky has no eyes! Let a beauty like her suffer such a sin!

In Qinghuan Building, Feng Zhao cooked a decanting soup for Lan Wujiang, but when he went to the house, he found that the bedroom was empty, and the concubine-colored robe was thrown on the ground, which led to reverie.

"Feng Zhao ......"

Lan Wujiang was sitting on the roof in a single coat, his bare little feet frozen red.

Her face was hot, her eyes were misty, and she subconsciously shouted Feng Zhao's name.

In the next second, Feng Zhao appeared beside her.

Lan Wujiang saw Feng Zhao smirking at Feng Zhao.

Today she drank a whole jar of gin wine.

Feng Zhao sighed, sat next to Lan Wujiang, and fed the decanting soup to Lan Wujiang's mouth little by little with a spoon.

Lan Wujiang squinted his eyes and put his two little feet in Feng Zhao's arms.

The warmth came little by little, she sighed comfortably, Feng Zhao put down the porcelain bowl and hugged Lan Wujiang into his arms.

"How did you climb up to the roof?"

The tone is full of spoiling.

"Today's Lantern Festival, no one sent lanterns." Lan Wujiang's preface didn't match the afterword, but Feng Zhao, who listened, pursed his lips.

"Want lanterns?" Feng Zhao rested his chin on Lan Wujiang's head.

Lan Wujiang snorted sullenly.

The night was lit up by warm light.

I saw thousands of small golden spirit balloons floating around Qinghuan Tower.

In the blink of an eye, the spirit balloon turned into glowing lotus flowers under Feng Zhao's control, slowly floating in mid-air.

One mile of prosperity, ten miles of golden light.

The night is like day.

The moonlight and stars are not as bright as the lights in front of you.

Feng Zhao took out a hosta with a pendant lantern and gently put it on Lan Wujiang's bun.

Lan Wujiang's heart was beating hard, and a thin layer of red appeared in the corners of his eyes.

Feng Zhao gently held her hand, his ten fingers were in each other's mouth, his thin lips were lightly opened, his teeth were biting, and Lan Wujiang's eyes were full of smiles.

"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

The breath between his lips and teeth sprinkled on Lan Wujiang's earlobe, "As long as you like." ”

It's just a lingering prosperous era, prosperous mountains and rivers, he gave it.