Chapter 539: The smell is familiar

Seeing the two people in the room, Feng Changyue raised her eyes lightly and looked at the two of them without a trace.

Seeing this, the corners of Yunlu's lips twitched, "What are you looking at?" Don't recognize me? Even if you hadn't spoken at the time, you shouldn't have known each other. ”

Feng Changyue nodded, "Knowing is knowing." However, I didn't expect that Xiaolu and people have reached the level of living in the same room as a lonely man and widow, there is no distinction between master and servant, so close, it seems that this Qingju son is really unusual in Xiaolu's heart. ”

Qingju didn't speak, just stood behind Yunlu with lowered eyes, and his eyes flashed when he heard this.

Yunlu couldn't help but stroke his forehead, "What the hell are you talking about?" Qingju is my person, what's wrong with us living in one? When they come, we will live in one room for the four of us. Does it make sense to say this? ”

What do the two demons mean, do you think about these things to be misunderstood?

"Oh?" Feng Changyue smiled, "It turns out that it is so close in Xiaolu's heart, then I have no opinion." ”

"......" Yunlu felt that she couldn't talk anymore, and raised her eyebrows, "It's still early, I see that the prince hasn't slept well, so let's go back and rest first, let's talk about it after breakfast." Qingju and I still have to go to practice, so I won't accompany the prince to spend it here. ”

Hearing the word cultivation, Feng Changyue no longer stopped and gave way to the side, "Cultivation is the most important, I won't delay Xiaolu's great cause." However, Xiaolu, don't forget what you promised me last night, and you will call me by name. The fawn shouldn't be a man of his word, right? ”

"Of course...... No! Yunlu squeezed out a smile and waved his hand, "I'll remember it in the future, I'll go first." ”

As soon as the words fell, the black shadow had already jumped up to the roof, and disappeared after a few ups and downs, and the cyan figure behind followed very quickly.

The city of Shuyang is full of dense residential pavilions, although it has begun to be lively in the early morning, and the breakfast shops are noisy and the fog is thick.

All the way to the outskirts of the city, the two found a secluded place to practice.

The woods in the early morning were very quiet, only a few birdsong occasionally, Yunlu and Qingju specially got on the branches of the woods, and the green trees spread out under their feet, and the two of them were half-floating in the air.

Yunlu sat down cross-legged and settled.

Qingju quietly opened his eyes, looked around to make sure that there was nothing unusual, and then calmed down.

When I entered the city last night, I noticed the demonic energy and demonic energy in the city, but I didn't expect that a little pivotal yang would actually lie in the dragon and hide the dragon.

How can he cultivate in such a place, if something happens halfway, it will be bad, not to mention that Gongzi is originally special, it is too easy to provoke demons, so it is better to be careful.

Thinking of this, Qingju looked sideways at the person beside him, Yunlu had successfully settled down, his long eyelashes were quietly covered on his eyelids, his hair was still messy, and his face that had just woken up was shining brightly, as if he could pinch out the water with a touch.

This staring unconsciously went out of his mind.

It wasn't until there was a sound of footsteps in the forest that Qingju suddenly came back to his senses, and listened carefully, a group of people came from the city, there were many of them, and ...... There is a demonic aura.

Sure enough, careless! And here it is.

Qingju got up, folded his hands and said silently in his mouth, then put away his palms, and pointed at each other.

Suddenly, a faint blue light came out of his fingertips.

Qingju used his hand to set up an enchantment around the cloud deer, and flew towards the forest.

The closer you get, the heavier the demonic energy becomes, and the ...... The smell became more and more familiar, and Qingju's heart couldn't help but sink.