"Don't talk about that." Without waiting for Feng Zhuo to speak, Fu Ling continued: "As soon as tomorrow passes, the day after tomorrow will be your birthday. ”

"Hmm." Feng Zhuo let go of his hand and lowered his eyes to look at Fu Ling, his purple eyes were clear and bright, full of smiles: "Ah Ling, what gift do you want to give me?" ”

Fu Ling raised his head slightly, looked at Feng Zhuo's eyebrows, and bent his eyebrows: "You will know the day after tomorrow." ”

"Can't you say it now?" Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling expectantly.

"I can't." After Fu Ling finished speaking, he led Feng Zhuo and walked outside: "I'll know the day after tomorrow." ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and said with a smile: "Don't ask." ”

"Good." Fu Ling gave an answer without even thinking about it.

Hearing this word, Feng Zhuo's eyes darkened a little.

Hasn't he changed significantly enough?

Feng Zhuo lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the hand holding each other.

Fu Ling's hands are very white, and the fingers are just right in terms of both slenderness and length, which is very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Feng Zhuo stared at it for a while, and then looked away a little uncomfortably.

Fu Ling was thinking about Feng Zhuo's gift, and he didn't know what Feng Zhuo was thinking.

Coming out of the cultivation land, Fu Ling's mind deviated and thought of another thing: "Feng Zhuo, how are the second brother and Bei Miao these days?" ”

When Feng Zhuo heard this, he said: "The second brother will go out of the house in the next few days, saying that he is buying me a gift, and Bei Miao is carving a gift for me." ”

Unlike just now, Feng Zhuo's voice was a little low.

Fu Ling noticed Feng Zhuo when he opened his mouth, stopped to look at Feng Zhuo and asked, "What's wrong with your voice?" ”

Feng Zhuo looked at Fu Ling and said calmly, "It's okay." ”

Seeing that Feng Zhuo was indeed fine, Fu Ling didn't think much about it and continued to move forward: "It seems that Meng Yao is very calm. ”

"She's not going to make a move at this time." Feng Zhuo said: "The punishment of the West Temple is a warning to her. ”

Hearing this, Fu Ling understood.

Meng Yao was afraid that the West Temple would be punished like last time, and she would not directly find Bei Miao to make trouble like last time, but would only come in secret.

But it's more troublesome in the dark.

Because you can't prevent it.

Fu Ling and Feng Zhuo chatted and returned to the courtyard.

After returning to the courtyard, Fu Ling kissed Feng Zhuo and locked Feng Zhuo out of the door.

"Ah Ling." Feng Zhuo stood outside the door, a little crying and laughing: "It's not good for you to be like this." ”

The voice of the Whirling came from inside the door: "That is comfort, because I want to give you a gift, and I am not going to see you today or tomorrow." ”

Feng Zhuo listened, helpless.

Inside the room.

Whirling walked to the table with a smile on his face, and then took out everything in the space.

After taking it out, Fu Ling looked at the things on the table, and Fu Ling was worried.

She doesn't have any treasures.

Because the artifacts she had refined before were all taken away when she came to this world.

After looking at it for a while, Fu Ling took out the hairpin that Feng Zhuo had given her.

Looking at the hairpin in his hand that was like blood, the smile on Fu Ling's face became more gentle.

This was given to her by Feng Zhuo when she was in time.

Until now, Fu Ling can think of Feng Zhuo's cute appearance when he took the hairpin and gave it to her.

She also promised to give him a special gift on his birthday.

This is her first birthday with Feng Zhuo.

What should I give?

Although it was not Feng Zhuo's first birthday, it was the first birthday she had ever met Feng Zhuo, and it had to be special.

After thinking about it for a while, Fu Ling became depressed.

One's eyes are bigger than one's stomach..

She doesn't have any special treasures.