"It's a bonus. Feng Yutian smiled: "You can drink it now." ”

When Feng Ling heard this, his face was stunned.

"Sure enough, this reward is still too shabby, but, as you know, I just came back, and I don't have much of value on me. Feng Yutian couldn't help but sigh as he spoke.

Feng Ling looked at Feng Yutian's appearance, and immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, no, what are you talking about, Miss, the slave maid is so happy, she was stunned for a while, and the slave maid drank it." ”

After saying this, Feng Ling picked up the cup and drank the tea in the cup.

Feng Yutian looked at her appearance and smiled: "Drink slowly, there are still here." ”

As he spoke, he poured another cup of tea for the wind spirit.

Seeing this, Feng Ling drank it all again, and finally said, "Thank you, Miss." ”

After repeating this three times, Feng Yutian listened to the voice of the wind spirit, and after it had returned to normal, he stopped moving.

Speaking of which, when Feng Ling was talking just now, Feng Yutian noticed that Feng Ling's lips were already a little dry because he was talking too much.

She originally wanted this little girl to drink a glass of water to moisten her throat.

I never thought that this little girl had so many rules in her heart.

In order to help her overcome the hurdle in her heart, she said the words that were just a reward.

Simply, the effect is not bad.

......

In the old palace, the candle-lit palace is bright and dark, and a cool breeze blows, which makes the candle flame shake wantonly, giving people a strong sense of depression.

There are not many furnishings in the hall, but it can be seen that each workmanship is exquisite, and they are all of the highest quality.

At this moment, a man wrapped in a black robe was sitting on his head, his face covered with a silver mask, making it impossible to distinguish his appearance.

It's just that I can vaguely guess from his exposed neck and the skin on his fingers that the person in front of him should be very young.

In addition to the man wearing the silver mask, inside the palace, there was another person.

A middle-aged man, also in a black robe, stood at the bottom of the palace.

The slender and white fingertips of the man in the silver mask lightly buckled the seat, making an orderly tapping sound, which was especially obvious in this silent palace.

With every time the man wearing the silver mask lightly buckled the seat, the cold sweat on the eyebrows of the middle-aged man standing under the palace began to slide down from the corners of his eyes, and at the same time, his body began to tremble uncomfortably.

"Are the bodies all disposed of?" a low, pleasant, and intimidating voice came from above.

"Back to the sect leader, everything has been dealt with. The middle-aged man standing at the bottom of the head clenched his fists with both hands and said respectfully.

"Oh?" the man in the silver mask sighed softly when he heard this, and continued, "How did you deal with it?"

"My subordinates have ordered someone to train them into puppets, and I believe that they will be available for the sect leader to send in the near future. The middle-aged man replied cautiously.

"Really?" The voice of the man in the silver mask could not hear the ups and downs, and suddenly the middle-aged man under the head was at a loss in his heart.

However, as a subordinate, he can't guess the master's mind at will, so he can only wait for the next sentence of the man in fear.

Just as the middle-aged man was waiting for his sect leader's next sentence, a stunning voice came again:

"Did this seat say that you were allowed to make your own decisions?" As he spoke, a sharp gaze shot directly at the middle-aged man from inside the silver mask.