Feng Lan's meaning is very clear and clear, according to the temper of emperors throughout the ages, it is a blessing that Qing Wei's identity can survive, let alone Feng Dove.

However, the existence of such a thing as pampering is used for arrogance.

Qing Wei glanced around, and said simply: "Brother Feng Lan, I know that you are good to me, and you can't tolerate this breath, but Feng Gu is good to me, and I treat Feng Gu with ......."

She thought about it, she had done enough today, and if she continued to say this, she was afraid that it would be counterproductive.

But if she really wants to treat Feng Lan well, the line of defense in her heart is ......

She secretly looked at the phoenix, whose hands were tightly guarded by chains, and her head was lowered, but her eyes stayed on her. The moment she looked at him, a strange smile spread, slightly weird.

It seems to be encouraging her and cheering her up.

Qing Wei gasped, calmed down his emotions, and tried to pretend to be like Li Wei. She walked over, took Feng Lan's hand and said, "Brother, let someone wash his body, it's ugly." ”

Originally, it was just ordinary words, but because she held his hand for a moment, he had a hot feeling like an electric shock.

Although he knew that she liked the phoenix dove, he couldn't resist such a little intimate gesture, and said straightly: "Okay, good." ”

Then he didn't say anything more, and Qing Wei followed Feng Lan out of the dungeon.

The moment she came out of the dungeon, the sunlight outside was a little dazzling, making Fang feel uncomfortable in the dark.

Her body seemed to be wrapped in the light from outside for a moment, making her feel a little weightless and powerless.

- Why have you been on earth for so long?

……

I thought that staying at Feng Lan's side and being at Feng Dove's place would make Feng Lan feel embarrassed like a cuckold, but who expected Feng Lan's performance to be too mindful, and even broad-minded.

The more this is the case, the more it makes Qing Wei feel a kind of guilt that he shouldn't have.

It turns out that sometimes, being favored is also a pain.

Later, on Feng Lan's side, I got along with him for a while, and when he was drunk, he touched his waist and rushed to the dungeon to save the phoenix dove, and naturally the waist pendant was released smoothly with this waist pendant in his hand.

When he came out, he looked at Qing Wei's eyes as if she was appreciative, she looked at being able to get close to him, and wanted to cry excitedly, hugged him and said, "Phoenix dove, phoenix dove......"

He stood upright, his hands had been chained for too long, and his wrists were indelible red marks, and he raised his hand weakly, slowly brushing her hair, and at this moment he felt a shadow similar to that of his lover.

However, similarity is only similarity, how can imitation be the same as the original?

No matter how similar a copy is, it is nothing more than a fake.

"Wei'er." He touched her face, looked at it carefully, narrowed his phoenix eyes and praised. "Well done, we can move on to the next step."

“……”

His face was still very pleasant, but at this time, I don't know if it was too much humidity in the dungeon, or the wind blowing outside was too cold, which made her feel uneasy:

"Next, what's next?"

He had already come out, and she was staying at Feng Lan's side, although it was just a simple accompaniment, but it was already her life.

She's done her best, what's next, what else does he want to do?

The phoenix dove seemed to sense Qing Wei's thoughts, and leaned on her weakly, a little heavy, but she could afford it. He weakly pointed to the injury on his wrist and said with a wry smile: "Wei'er thinks, is this true freedom?" ”