In the kitchen in the backyard, there is a burst of aroma.

Xuan Li looked at the grilled fish on the shelf and kept swallowing.

"Aren't you ripe yet?"

"Wait a minute. ”

"Oh. Anyway, why are you so good at pounding and eating? Aren't you the prince?" Xuan Li said in confusion when he saw that Feng Ze was skillful.

"I'm possessed, and you don't know it. ”

"You were also the second-in-command of the demon clan before you possessed you, do you still have to cook yourself?"

Feng Ze shook his hand and nodded: "I want to get food for Xiao Yu." ”

"Your big brother is really competent. Xuan Li patted Feng Ze's shoulder and smiled.

Feng Ze turned his eyes lightly, and his tone was slightly dark: "When my stepmother passed away, Xiao Yu was locked in the room alone and didn't eat or drink. Later, in order to avenge his stepmother, he has been practicing magic in retreat. No one is allowed to approach the whole courtyard except me. Nothing else is allowed to handle what is eaten. ”

When Xuan Li heard this, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, and a distressed look appeared between his eyebrows: "Maomao must have been very sad during that time, right? The death of your stepmother hit him hard." He doesn't trust anyone else, only you. ”

"Well, he used to laugh a lot, but after that, I never saw him laugh again. Feng Ze sighed, "After that, because of the forcible cultivation of the upper level of demonic skills, his head turned white overnight, and his face also changed, and he showed people with a mask all day long. And moody, gloomy and ruthless, compared to before, it seems to be a completely different person. ”

"So, he killed so many people from the Spirit Clan later?"

At the mention of this, Feng Ze's face turned cold: "You can't blame Xiao Yu for this, if they hadn't killed my stepmother, why would Xiao Yu be here?"

"Okay. But now it seems that it is not a good thing that Mao Mao has forgotten the sad things of the demon clan. ”

"Hmm. ”

"By the way, does Mao Mao have a sweetheart?"

Feng Ze was stunned for a moment, thinking of Han Ming's question before, he couldn't help frowning: "I don't know." ”

"At the Col, the bastard said that Mao Mao thought he was someone else, and that that person was you. ”

"Not me. Although, when he heard this at first, he was surprised and a little happy, but he could see that Xiao Yu just regarded him as an elder brother.

"Of course I know it's not you, how could Mao Mao like his eldest brother?" Xuan Li stroked his chin, curious, "Alas, who the hell could that person be?"

Feng Ze frowned and remained silent......

At night, the breeze rustles the leaves. Feng Yu lay on the bed and stared dryly, because he slept too long during the day, and now he was completely sleepy.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a slight noise next to it. He turned over and saw that Dudu had kicked the thin blanket on his body.

"It's not honest to sleep. Feng Yu muttered and covered Dudu with a blanket.

In the blink of an eye, I saw the beauty master sleeping on the other side, breathing shallowly. The handsome and jade-like face, under the dim candlelight, added a bit of softness.

Feng Yu sat cross-legged and looked at Yue Qingge like this.

"Today, I was carried to the bed by the master, and I still held his hand and slept for so long, I didn't feel anything. Feng Yu pursed his lips, and suddenly his mind flashed, "Wait, grandma's medicine, there won't be any problems, right?"

Thinking of this, Feng Yu was a little worried, he wouldn't just let him break off his love, right? If so, what is the difference between pulling out the root of love?

No, he had to try.

Feng Yu rolled his eyes and called softly, "Master." ”

No response.

Feng Yu took a deep breath, cautiously crossed Dudu, and slowly approached Yue Qingge with his body propped up, almost touching his lips. Suddenly, a warm breath rushed in. Feng Yu lowered his eyes, looking at Yue Qingge who was close at hand, and there was no fluctuation in his heart.

It's almost kissed and hasn't reacted yet, it's too bad.

Feng Yu was thinking about it, when suddenly the toot under him moved around, and his mouth whined, as if he was pressed by Feng Yu's legs. Seeing this, Feng Yu hurriedly raised that leg and held it awkwardly and effortlessly. Who knew that at this time, the beautiful master woke up: "Dumping snow, what are you doing?"

Feng Yu was shocked, and wanted to get up, but it involved the pain in his waist, and an instability was planted directly on Yue Qingge's body, and Dudu was pressed by him again.

Yue Qingge hurriedly hugged Feng Yu's waist and rolled to the side. When Feng Yu came back to his senses, he found himself lying on the edge of the bed, and the beauty master was half-supported and pressed against him. The faint fragrance of plants and trees lingers on the tip of the nose.

Feng Yu was surprised, and when he raised his head, he was facing the eyes of Shangyue Qingge, and the eyes that were as clear as water were imprinted into his heart. He only felt his heart pounding. In an instant, my mind was blank, I couldn't think of anything, I just looked at each other in a daze. Time seems to stand still.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, blowing Feng Yu's long hair scattered and falling on his face. Feng Yu was about to raise his hand, but he saw Master Beauty's fingertips move slightly, gently brushing his cheeks, and pulling the hair on his face behind his ears.

Feng Yu's body trembled slightly, and a trace of strangeness rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but grasp the things at hand.

"Master, Master......"

Yue Qingge narrowed her eyes, there seemed to be some emotion in her eyes, and she suddenly got up and let go of Feng Yu.

Feng Yu suddenly felt that his hand was pulled by something. When I turned my head to look, I realized that what I was holding was the belt of the beautiful master. And the master was together just now, and the belt was torn apart by him, scattered, ......

"Master, I—I didn't mean to. Feng Yu hurriedly let go and stammered.

Yue Qingge lowered her eyebrows and said nothing, silently picked up her belt and tied it beside her.

Feng Yu looked embarrassed: If you are drunk, how can you grab Master's belt? Fortunately, the pants will not fall off if they are tied with other straps, otherwise......

Feng Yu imagined that the master's clothes were fluttering and he was quite immortal, but as a result, his pants fell off, and the picture was too beautiful to look at.

"Poof!" Feng Yu covered his mouth and snickered, but saw the beauty master turn around and looked at him in amazement.

"Well, Master, I—I just got distracted, and I didn't laugh at you. As soon as the words came out, Feng Yu just wanted to bite his tongue. Isn't there no silver here?

Yue Qingge lowered her eyes, not knowing what her expression was.

The atmosphere, suddenly a little awkward, was then broken by a whimper.

"What's wrong with Dudu? Are you hungry?"

"Hmm. Yue Qingge picked up Dudu and fed him little by little.

Feng Yu looked at Yue Qingge's focused expression, and blurted out a sentence: "Master, did you take care of Yun Qing like this?"

Yue Qingge's movements paused slightly, and she glanced at Feng Yu. Feng Yu hurriedly changed his words: "Take care of, take care of my father." ”

"Hmm. ”

"His Father...... No, what about my grandparents and grandparents?"

"He died when he was very young. ”

"That's right, but fortunately, he met the master and was taken care of by the master. "It's not like himself, he grew up in an orphanage, and when he was bullied, no one stood up for him. Feng Yu thought of this, his eyes darkened, and he sighed in his heart.

Seeing that Feng Yu was depressed, Yue Qingge thought that he remembered the original quarrel, and hurriedly explained: "Dumping snow, the teacher really didn't treat you as him. ”

Feng Yu was a little surprised, and instead smiled self-deprecatingly: "Well, I'm not as smart and well-behaved as my father, how can Master treat me as him?"

"No, Dumping Snow, he is him, you are you, he is the apprentice of the teacher, you are also the apprentice of the teacher. It doesn't matter if you are father and son or not, you will be treated the same as a teacher. ”

"Yes, wasn't it because of my father that Master saved me and took care of me in the first place?"

Yue Qingge looked sideways slightly, was silent for a moment, and said, "At first, it was indeed because of Yun Qing, but later, it ...... As a teacher, you are only when you are the snow, and you are the apprentice of the teacher. ”

"Really?"

"Hmm. ”

Feng Yu smiled with relief, and between his eyes, a tear slipped down.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge subconsciously raised her sleeves, and finally put it down again......