Chapter Seventy-Three: Go, Follow Me into the House

"Listen to me!"

Feng Qing'an was ready to defend yesterday's goodbye.

"Then you say, if you don't make it clear, I won't go home with you!"

The girl crossed her waist and stared at Feng Qing'an, without any manners at all.

"I was actually able to enter the Netherworld yesterday because of chance, I still don't understand how I passed, I went to the Netherworld as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them, after entering, I heard your singing, looked for it, and saw a girl with a face comparable to a fairy singing there!"

Feng Qing'an told the truth, his tone was sincere, and his eyes were clear.

"Then you ...... today"

The girl's ferocious momentum began to soften.

"I've been looking for a way to enter the Netherworld again and meet you again today!"

Feng Qing'an pointed in the direction of Montenegro's departure,

"If it weren't for you coming suddenly, I'd be going to ride my mount over to you!"

"I see."

After listening to Feng Qing'an's explanation, the girl's fierce momentum was suddenly discharged, and her fierce eyes became gentle, like spring water under the moon, rippling in the quiet.

"Have you forgiven me?"

Feng Qing'an took this opportunity and grabbed the girl's white wrist.

"Hmm!"

The girl hesitated, then nodded.

"Then you're not mad at me, are you?"

Feng Qing'an seemed to be quite nervous.

"Don't be angry!"

The girl quickly shook her head.

"Then come home with me!"

"Good!"

The girl didn't squirm at all, and readily agreed.

She didn't feel anything wrong with going into the house of the opposite sex in the middle of the night, because she didn't have any concept of that at all, and she didn't belong to the world.

"Let's go!"

Feng Qing'an happily pulled the girl and walked towards his home, and on the side of the road, under a low bush, a wrinkled head stretched out, looking at the young boys and girls who were quite matched, and the wrinkled old faces were full of entanglement and helplessness.

"Alas!"

It stands to reason that he should show up at this moment and stop the obviously inhuman girl from entering the village.

However, the land lord looked in the direction of the night wandering god's departure, and retracted his head into the soil very interestingly,

"When will my appointment come down?"

A helpless sigh dissipated with the wind, and the already inconspicuous divine light was completely hidden.

And at this moment, in front of the Feng family's house, the girl looked up at the house with the door closed, her eyes were shining, and she couldn't help but exclaim,

"It's so beautiful!"

Obviously, the girl could also see Haoran's righteousness, and as Feng Qing'an expected, she ignored Haoran's righteousness, and just thought that the mighty golden light was beautiful.

"Pretty!"

At this time, Feng Qing'an looked at the girl, and was slightly relieved, and then invited again with a smile,

"All this light is flowing from my room, and my room looks even better!"

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, I won't lie to you, go, follow me into the house!"

Then, Feng Qing'an took the lead and gave a demonstration for the girl - her body was as strong as an ape, she didn't even need to run, and easily jumped over the courtyard wall.

He couldn't have opened the main gate in the middle of the night to welcome the girl in, it was so noisy that his father and mother might be startled, and if they saw the girl, how would he explain it?

Father, mother, brought back your daughter-in-law?

Just thinking of this kind of scene, Feng Qing'an feels a headache, how can he take the yellow flower girl home in the middle of the night? It can't be a serious person who can be brought back.

But it was impossible for him to lead the girl around the village in the middle of the night, and it was a good choice to take her back to her room.

The girl obviously doesn't care about the many etiquettes and exquisiteness in the world, she doesn't know these at all, watching Feng Qing'an climb over the wall into the courtyard, she also does the same, her body is as light as a swallow, and her jade feet are light, and she crosses the towering courtyard wall.

When she entered the courtyard, she looked curiously at everything around her, this place was so strange and interesting to her, it was much more interesting than the dead soul spring.

Cluck!

The big rooster with bright and beautiful hair is still wandering around the yard, looking stupid, even if he sees Feng Qing'an climbing over the wall and entering the house in the middle of the night, there is no change.

It's just that when the girl floated in from outside, the figure of the brocade rooster paused obviously, and then continued to peck on the ground as if nothing happened.

It's all about it!

It's a chicken that pecks at bugs!

Didn't see anything!

Don't know anything!

And when the girl climbed over the wall and entered the courtyard, she also felt a gaze, and when she looked over, she only saw a stupid and stupid chicken, but she didn't look long, and was pulled into the room by Feng Qing'an.

Then, she saw the source of the golden streamer, which was the books that were placed on the shelves by Feng Qing'an, these books that seemed inferior in paper in the eyes of ordinary people were completely different in the eyes of girls.

"What is this?"

The girl reached out and took a book, but when she opened it, she looked up at Feng Qing'an with a confused expression.

"Can't read? You can't read! ”

With such a look, Feng An immediately reacted, but soon, his face showed excitement, and there was also a look of eagerness in his eyes.

"I can teach you!"

"What is a word?"

The girl's expression was still confused, she didn't understand what the neatly lit squares on the paper were, which she had never touched in the netherworld.

"That's what you see."

Feng Qing'an said with a smile, he would never drag the girl to mess around in his room.

Originally, he was still worrying about what to do tonight, to get closer to the girl, but now it seems that he finally has something to do.

"Words!"

The girl stretched out her green jade finger and rubbed it on the page,

"Can you teach me?"

"Yes!"

Feng Qing'an nodded, and suddenly, he remembered,

"We're all so familiar with each other, and you haven't told me your name yet!"

"My name?"

"You asked my name, and I answered you, so you should tell me your name too!"

Feng Qing'an stared at the girl.

"Sister calls me Nange, Feng Qing'an, you can call me that too!"

"Nange, what a nice name!"

Feng Qing'an exclaimed, but his heart sank slightly, and a sense of crisis struck.

Sister!

It's the second time I've heard the girl in front of her mention it, and although the girl's strength seems to be weak, Feng Qing'an has not forgotten her king-level potential.

As a younger sister, Nange has such potential, so what kind of existence will her sister who inadvertently reveal her dependence and closeness?

Feng Qing'an felt that this sister's potential might not be like Nange's, and maybe she had already tapped it all.

If this is the case, it is the same existence as the mountain god of the green python mountain, thinking of this, Feng Qing'an can't help but feel his scalp tingle.