Since Feng Zhuo recovered his memory, Fu Ling never asked about this, and when he heard Feng Zhuo mention it, he asked, "When?" ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and said gently, "November 15." ”

"November 15?"

Fu Ling was shocked: "Today, November 4th, isn't it only eleven days?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Zhuo leaned over, exhaled lightly in Fu Ling's ear, and said in a low voice, "Ah Ling, you only have eleven days to think about it. ”

"Wait!" Fu Ling held Feng Zhuo and frowned, "There is a problem. ”

Feng Zhuo stepped back, his phoenix eyes looked at Fu Ling, blinked, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow, making his eyes even deeper.

"What's the problem?"

Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo and asked, "What is November 15?" ”

"Is it the day you descended on the demons, or the birthday of the identity of the underworld?"

When Feng Zhuo heard this, he lowered his eyes, covering the flash of light in his eyes, and then said softly: "The day I was born on the Ghost Table. ”

"What is the birthday of the identity of the Underworld?" Fu Ling asked without giving up.

If Hades' birthday was a little later, she would have more time to prepare gifts.

Otherwise, in the past eleven days, or in the demon clan, what gifts can she prepare?

Hades ......

Feng Zhuo's gaze darkened a little.

"I'm just that birthday." Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling: "It's just November 15." ”

Fu Ling: "......" really didn't give her a chance at all.

Feng Zhuo saw that Fu Ling didn't speak, and looked at her pitifully and aggrievedly: "Ah Ling, don't you want to give me something?" ”

"How so!" Fu Ling said: "Don't worry, I will definitely send you something!" ”

"I promised you, and I will never go back."

She spent her first birthday with the little cutie, how could she not send something?

Must send!

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling, the aggrieved look on his face disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by pampering: "I'll wait." ”

Fu Ling looked at Feng Zhuo's freely switched expression, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The cutie isn't as cute as it used to be......

"It's been a hard day's journey." Feng Zhuo kissed Fu Ling's forehead and said softly: "I'll go to the study for a while, you will rest here after bathing, and I will come back later." ”

Fu Ling nodded: "Okay." ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling, didn't hold back, and kissed him again before leaving.

After Feng Zhuo left, someone came to invite Fu Ling to bathe in the pool.

The Whisk is gone.

On the other side, Agaluo arranged Bei Miao and them, and went back to the study directly.

Seeing Feng Zhuo in the study, Agaluo was a little surprised.

He also thought that his master would accompany the Whisk.

Feng Zhuo saw Agaro appear, and said indifferently: "Ah Ling just asked me when the birth date of the identity of the underworld was just now. ”

When Agaro heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Did you say it?" ”

"I didn't say it." Feng Zhuo said indifferently: "Why do you say it? ”

That birthday had nothing to do with him.

Agaro said: "Master don't care too much, it can be said that the time when you were born in the demon clan can also be used as a birthday." ”

"That's what I was talking about with Ah Ling."

"That's fine."

Feng Zhuo looked at Agaluo and asked, "Is there any movement on the Ghost Stage?" ”

Referring to that, Agaro shook his head: "The Ghost Desk is calm now, it's fine. ”

When Feng Zhuo heard this, he smiled indifferently: "Dongheng came here by coincidence, and I need to suppress my cultivation when I come here, and I came in the form of a baby, but they want to come directly, and they think too well." ”