Ink? The second master of the dark palace?

Feng Chen shook unexpectedly, oh oh oh, she knew why she was willing to stay!

Because...... I can't escape!

Feng Chen had a deep urge to cover his face and cry bitterly.

But Yang Yimo will come to Yang Yimo, just take her away from Tong Lingluo!

Yang Yimo was dressed in a bewitching red dress, and as soon as Fengchen appeared, he felt that the heavens and the earth had collapsed and the three views were destroyed.

A little red between the eyebrows, the corners of the eyes are lightly raised, the red clothes are wrapped, Yang lightly clamps a paper fan with his ink jade fingers, the red lips are lightly hooked, and there seem to be thousands of acres of peach blossoms in the eyes.

Feng Chen immediately lowered his head, wanting to avoid Yang Yimo's violent visual impact, but accidentally missed Yang Yimo's gaze with Tong Lingluo at that moment.

"Rare guests, I don't know what happened to the ink boy?" Tong Lingluo hid his eyes and only looked down at the tea leaves in the cup.

Inky fart! It's red! Red Childe!

Feng Chen was secretly slandering to himself, but listening to Yang Yimo's words made Feng Chen almost burst into tears in an instant: "I came to pick up the wind boy for lunch on the order of the dark lord." ”

"But it is obvious that this son has already invited Feng Gongzi first." Tong Lingluo blew lightly on the tea leaves.

Yang Yimo squeezed his eyes at Fengchen, cleared his throat and said, "My secret master said that his apprentice is too stupid, and he is afraid of disturbing Tong Gongzi, so let me take him away quickly." ”

"Don't dislike it, don't dislike it." Tong Lingluo didn't mean to give in at all.

Don't dislike a fart! Fengchen lamented that since he came to this world, how many swear words have come out, alas, alas!

Yang Yimo closed the fan and pretended to be embarrassed: "But Gongzi Tong should know that the secret master of my family has always been an anxious person, if you come over in person later, I am afraid that the situation will not be easy to clean up." ”

"The prestige of the dark lord shocked the rivers and lakes, and he didn't dare to work for him." Feng Chen unexpectedly saw Tong Lingluo's fingertips glowing slightly white, and couldn't help but be surprised, didn't he miss the opportunity to find her handle? Why did you become so angry?

Yang Yimo tapped his palm with a fan with satisfaction, and said to Fengchen: "Bingyi, let's go." ”

As the footsteps went away, Tong Lingluo lowered his head, took out a cyan hairpin from his arms, his eyes couldn't help but dim a little, the corners of his lips trembled, and he gently spit out two words - "Xixi ......"

With that, he raised his head again, and happened to see Feng Chen's figure disappear around the corner.

With a wave of his long sleeves, "Whoa-bang!" "All the dishes and chopsticks on the table were overturned and shattered.

Strings of blood spilled from Tong Lingluo's fingertips, but he didn't realize it, and only let the cyan hairpin pierce into his palm......

"Thank you." In the swaying carriage, Feng Chen's eyes were silent.

"Hmm, I escaped from Tong Lingluo, and I looked like I was rejecting people thousands of miles away." Yang Yimo raised his eyebrows, and only used a fan to draw circles in the palm of his hand.

“…… Don't have to hide? Feng Chen remembered that he came in this capacity, and couldn't help asking.

"You probably also know that Tong Lingluo is by no means an idle person." Yang Yimo smiled, "It's just weird, you don't have to hide it." ”

Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, and immediately made a gesture that he would never know you: "What are you hiding?" ”

"Don't pretend," Yang Yimo fanned Fengchen's forehead, "Your eyes when you saw the sparrow turn into a phoenix already said it all." ”

"I just feel like a pig arching...... Feng Chen bent his eyebrows and said with a smile.