These days, Du Wu and the other three, although the practice is hard, but seeing that their kung fu is improving every day, the three of them are naturally extremely happy, and they also admire the teacher's cleverness.

Life outside of practice is also extraordinarily relaxed. Guarding Kang Wansheng, a self-proclaimed chef, everyone is naturally very blessed. Not only did he cook every day, but he also passed on his cooking skills to the chef class of Bacchus. The chefs of this Dionysian village have greatly improved their cooking skills during this time. The top and bottom of Dionysian Village are very fond of this future three owners. It's just that they eat so well every day that many people have gained a little weight.

Mu Fengchun never left, because he had nothing to do, so he drank with Du Wanqian every day in Dionysian Village. With Kang Wansheng's existence, he no longer has a valley, and every day he eats the delicacies made by Kang Wansheng, he has also gained weight, and the wrinkles on his face seem to have smoothed out.

Du Wanqiao did not restrict Du Wu from drinking, and Du Wu was very satisfied. Eating different food and drinking the most mellow wine in the world every day is simply a fairy-like time. Fortunately, she practiced under the waterfall every day, consuming a lot of physical strength, and her body did not gain weight, but became more symmetrical. She dragged Murong Feng and Kang Wansheng to drink every day, Kang Wansheng drank well, but Murong Feng was not good at drinking, but in order not to brush Du Wu's intentions, he also drank with her every day. Seeing that Du Wu was very kind to Kang Wansheng, Murong Feng couldn't help but feel a little depressed. But when I can't sleep every night, there is always a shadow flashing in my mind, and it is Nalan Qiushui. Although from beginning to end, Nalan Qiushui has never taken off the light veil that covers the surface. But that day, Nalan Qiushui looked at him, and he couldn't forget it for a long time.

"That glimpse, like a distant green mountain, although only hurried, but so clear, so profound, the weak shadow of the Yiren, just like the daisy that blooms alone in the wind, will always be condensed in the heart. Dreaming back at midnight on this day, this paragraph appeared inexplicably in Murong Feng's mind. He sighed, trying to get his thoughts out of his head, but he couldn't.

It turned out that this Murong Feng grew up with his master since he was a child, and there were no women around him. Later, he met Du Wu, and he also reached the age of the beginning of love, so he pinned his deep affection on Du Wu, he thought that was love. It's just that Du Wu doesn't seem to be very interested in him, and he hasn't thought much about it, just thinking that after a long time, his junior sister will definitely be able to feel his affection. Unexpectedly, Kang Wansheng came later, and it seemed that Du Wu had a soft spot for Kang Wansheng, and Kang Wansheng's cooking skills made Du Wu even more obsessed with him. Murong Feng saw it in his eyes and was bitter in his heart. All this changed from the moment Nalan Qiushui appeared, and Nalan Qiushui glanced at him that day. He was immediately electrocuted. There was a bang in my head, and for a moment I felt blank. Since then, when he saw Du Wu getting close to Kang Wansheng, although Murong Feng would also feel a little sour, he would be relieved in a moment, one was his junior brother and the other was his junior sister, if the two could really come together, he would be quite happy for them. It's just that every time he thinks of Nalan Qiushui, he always feels that she looks at him with deep meaning. Although I know that the identities and status of the two are very different, I always think of her unavoidably.

Murong Feng had never mentioned these things to anyone, and he was embarrassed to say them, after all, the two of them had never even spoken.

But he didn't know that in the palace of the East China Sea Kingdom thousands of miles away, there was a person who had the same mind as him. "That young man, he blushed because of Du Wu's joke, what a shy young man he is!"

Thinking about it, Nalan Qiushui's face turned red, since the return of the Bacchus Village, she would often think of the young man named Murong Feng. Isn't this the heart of the heart?

"Princess, are you thinking about the son or young master of which family?" the bold Xue Feixin joked with Nalan Qiushui.

"Dead girl, dare to make fun of your princess, believe it or not?" Nalan Qiushui scolded with a smile, but there was no trace of anger on his face.