At the door of the classroom, there were many people around, and there were also many people lying on the windowsill, most of them were girls, all of them looked poisoned, staring at the inside and drooling.

"What are you looking at?" Chang Xiaoxiao wanted to stand on tiptoe, but he couldn't see it.

"Handsome guy!" A girl replied without looking back.

"Let's go, okay? I'm going in! Chang Xiaoxiao pushed away the crowd and finally entered the classroom.

Seeing the person sitting in the seat next to her, she immediately understood why this classroom was being watched.

"Murong Feng, what are you doing here?" Chang Xiaoxiao frowned, and his whole body was on guard.

Murong Feng looked at her affectionately, "I'll learn to paint." ”

Learning to draw? Ghost believes! Chang Xiaoxiao felt that there was something wrong with his eyes looking at him, he ran away, he should be angry, but he couldn't see it at all, but his eyes were as tender as water, and he could drown a person.

"Come out, let's talk!" Chang Xiaoxiao dropped a sentence and walked out of the door, Murong Feng followed, and then a group of secretly followed to watch the excitement.

There is a garden at the back of the classroom, a large area of roses is blooming, a gust of wind blows, the petals fly away, lifting the skirt and long hair that is often smiling, in the morning light she seems to be an elf who is about to fly in, Murong Feng is so afraid that she will really disappear, and he wants to hug her when he rushes up.

Chang Xiaoxiao saw Murong Feng rushing over, thinking that she was going to beat herself, so she hid under the rose, Murong Feng's hand did not touch Chang Xiaoxiao, but grabbed the rose branch, and the palm of her hand was stabbed several times.

"You did it yourself, don't blame me!" Chang Xiaoxiao immediately showed that he had nothing to do with him.

"I don't blame you." Murong Feng ignored the wound and looked straight at her.

"That's good." Chang Xiaoxiao wondered how he became so good.

"How's your body recovering? Is it all right? Does it hurt somewhere? ”

"I've taken my medicine and my head doesn't hurt anymore. By the way, Murong Feng, your woman may have died too miserably, and her dead spirit can't rest in peace, so she always throws dreams to me, and I am crazy by her. I think the Murong family's house must have been cursed, but fortunately I ran fast and escaped. ”

Murong Feng smiled bitterly, "Then how did you escape?" ”

"You definitely don't believe it when you come out, it was Chang Xiaoxiao who told me, even if she has a little conscience, and showed me a clear way before driving me crazy."

"I believe it."

Chang Xiaoxiao looked at him in disbelief, tilted his head and asked uncertainly, "Are you really Murong Feng?" ”

"It's like a fake."

"Then why aren't you angry? I didn't keep my promise, didn't you come to take revenge on me? ”

Murong Feng shook his head, "I won't be angry at what you do in the future, let alone do anything bad to you." ”

"Really?"

Murong Feng nodded.

So Chang Xiaoxiao unceremoniously stepped on his foot and crushed it hard.

Murong Feng looked at her face, which had become a little distorted by exertion, through the fluttering rose petals.

Chang smiled and raised his eyes, looking at him. He had the light on his back, and although he could not see the expression on his face, his eyes were like a deep pool, with a whirlpool, as if if he was not careful, he would be sucked into it and drowned.

His gaze was too hot, and Chang Xiaoxiao immediately turned his head away, not daring to look at him.

"Murong Feng, you are not lightly ill." Chang Xiaoxiao dropped a sentence and ran away. What the hell happened to him? How it feels different than before.