Feng Jiu leaned back into his room and flattened the letter.

I thought it would be written soon, but it turned out that I had written for a long, long time, and there were so many things I wanted to say that I couldn't write on a thin piece of paper at all.

After the full moon took the tapered paper, there was still some thick letterhead, and she was a little helpless in her heart, but she didn't say anything, and obediently found someone to send a letter to Feng Jiutian.

Restaurants.

Qin Huawuhuo sat at the table as if she hadn't eaten for a long time.

Feng Qiqing tugged at the corners of his mouth, "No one robs you, look at how you look like a dog, how can you eat this virtue?" ”

Qin Huawu swallowed a bite of chicken, "What do you know?" The broken palace is not a place for people to stay at all, and only some leftovers are given every day, when did I receive such a grievance? ”

In just half a year, he felt that he was about to lose his skin.

Speaking of this, he felt angry, "Sooner or later, one day, I will arrest that Fengxi night and let him taste all the bitterness I have tasted." ”

He exuded a thick resentment all over his body, Feng Qiqing sighed and didn't speak again.

Qin Huawu was almost full, and began to chatter, as if she wanted to shake out all the words she had held in her heart during this time.

"I've only seen Feng Jiutian once in the palace for so long, do you think she really has amnesia, otherwise why don't you take a look at me? I wouldn't be so bored with her. “

He paused, and said very firmly: "In my opinion, she doesn't look like she is pretending to be forced, she should really have amnesia, Feng Xiye is a madman, and she said she likes it?" Who would use such indiscriminate means to the person they like......"

Before he finished his words, Feng Qiqing finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Are you done? Where did Nangong Ling go? ”

Qin Huawu was interrupted by Feng Qiqing's little girl, and was unhappy, when she suddenly heard her words, she couldn't help but look behind her, he just came in to eat, and didn't notice it.

However, when Feng Qiqing asked like this, he was a little impressed.

"There seems to be an old man at the door who called out to him, saying that he had something important to discuss with him."

Feng Qiqing frowned, she didn't know what the people under Feng Xiye looked like, and of course she didn't know whether the old man in Qin Huawu's mouth was a good person or a bad person.

"I'll go out and have a look."

She threw down Qin Huawu and hurried out, but it was still early, and it was empty outside, and there was not even a shadow of a person.

"Come back, where can he go as a big living man?" Qin Huawu leaned against the door, full of food and drink, he was the beautiful boy again.

Feng Qiqing knew that Nangong Ling was a measured person, so he hesitated to stand in place for a while before slowly returning to the restaurant.

Warm incense cuddle.

Nangong Ling looked at the man in front of him who took off the old man's mask and revealed that delicate face with an expressionless face, "You said you were Tumen?" ”

Tumen was already famous in the world decades ago, and it stands to reason that he should be an old man who is dying now, and the man in front of him is too young, which makes Nangong Ling very suspicious of his identity.

Tu Men has suffered a lot of such doubts over the years, and no one believes that he can't help it.

"Whether you believe it or not, I will follow you and help you keep Feng Jiutian in this world."

As soon as Nangong Ling heard his words, she began to have some trust in his identity.

It's just that......

"Why are you helping me?"

There is absolutely no goodwill in this world for no reason, and Nangong Ling knows it better than anyone else.

"Since she is here, she naturally has her mission, and my task is to assist him in completing the mission she should complete, but before that, I should find a way to keep her."

"What do you want to do?"

Nangong Ling's face was calm, and the hand under the table couldn't help but clench.

"Of course it's to kill this Feng Jiutian now." He said lightly that he was going to kill someone, as if he just looked at the sky and said that the weather was fine today.

"Wouldn't it hurt the two of them to share the same body?"

Nangong Ling didn't care about the life or death of the other Feng Jiutian, he just wanted to know if doing that would hurt the people he cared about.

"Since I dare to tell you, it must not be, it's just ......"

Tu Men's good-looking eyebrows wrinkled slightly, "She is a kind person, she thinks that the original owner is innocent, I'm afraid she won't let me do it, but if it starts to be chaotic today, if she hasn't made up her mind, I ...... it myself."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

"In short, this matter needs your cooperation, you have to use her attachment to you to make her willing to stay, as for the original owner, I will find a way."

"What would you do if you couldn't keep him?" Tu Men's words were not finished just now, but Nangong Ling still frowned when he heard it, I am afraid that if Feng Jiu does not stay, Tu Men will also be affected, otherwise he will not suddenly appear, and he will take the initiative to find him.

"Will die." Now that he has heard it, Tu Men has not hidden it, so he should give Nangong Ling a reassuring pill.

Nangong Ling was silent for a while, "What do you want me to do?" ”

"You don't have to do anything, you just need to persuade the original owner to stay after she leaves."

Nangong Ling pursed his lips, his gaze wandered a little, he wasn't sure if he could be the reason why Feng Jiutian wanted to stay.

Tu Men looked at his expression and knew what he was thinking, and he said seriously: "You are, in this world, you can." ”

Nangong Ling didn't ask him why he was so sure, because he was Tu Men and knew all the secrets in this world.

"Okay, I got it."

Tu Men pushed open the door, and the strong smell of fat powder in the warm incense made Nangong Ling frown.

Seeing his expression, Tu Men couldn't help but smile, "I'm not curious why I brought you here?" ”

Nangong Ling didn't speak, waiting for him to say the answer himself.

"Of course, there are a lot of beauties here." He smiled and said half-truthfully: "Many years ago, many people said that I was a monster who could eat people, but I still prefer beauties with fine skin and tender meat." ”

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think it was funny, and after a while, he turned his head to look at Nangong Ling, who was still expressionless, his smile retracted, and he pouted, "It's really boring!" ”

"When will you show up again?"

"When you need me."

His voice came from afar, but the man was gone.

When Nangong Ling returned to the restaurant, it was already dawn.

Feng Qiqing sat in the lobby, and the heart that hung when he saw him come back finally let go.

"Who's that old man?"