Forgotten Dust was frightened by the golden wings that appeared behind him.

Under the dazzling light, she slowly opened her eyes, looking at the translucent wings that protected her, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in her heart.

It seemed that countless fragments passed through my mind, like a wind howling, and I tried to see it, but I couldn't see it clearly. As if he had fallen into an evil spirit, he stretched out his finger and lightly touched the pair of "talismans" bathed in golden light.

For a moment—

All the images in front of me turned gray, quickly receding backwards, distorted and elongated. The sound also disappeared, and the whole person seemed to be sucked into a blank void space.

Forget the dust and support your forehead, and know that it is an illusion.

"Xiao Qi, your pair of wings can be regarded as a refinement. I just waved my hand to scare you, good fellow, that big arm suddenly popped up and slapped me away!"

The man in the illusion was holding a green fruit in his hand, and he jumped back casually, half-leaning on the haystack beside her.

"Cut, do you dare to say?" Forget the dust involuntarily moved with himself in the illusion, snatched the green fruit from the man's hand, and took a bite proudly:

"It's not because you beat me last time, Daddy was afraid that you would bully me again, so he specially spent five thousand years cultivating on the wings of my real body. Daddy's 5,000 years of cultivation! Hmph, my wings are much more powerful than myself! This is my talisman. Do you want to hit me again?"

"Don't try, never again. The man gave her a blank look, pretended to be in pain, and held his back, and complained loudly:

"I haven't been beaten by my father yet, who dares to clean you up again. Daddy is eccentric, I just exercised you, and I was almost beaten to death by him. If I do die one day, I must have been harmed by you little bastard!"

"Bah, bah!" she threw the green fruit in her hand, jumped up and threw herself into the man's arms, crushing the man and screaming: "I don't allow you to say such unlucky things." Brother, you must live for a long time, and you must pet Xiaoqi for a long time!"

"Oh my silly girl, do you know how heavy you are?" the man couldn't hold back, waving his hand to scare the man on his body.

"Bang-"

"Ahh

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, it's really not something I can control, I'm sorry, hahahahahaha......ha

Laughter rippled in the sky, and the cold feeling woke up Forget Dust again.

The scene in front of me gradually became clearer, and the coolness on the face became more and more obvious.

"Brother Changju. Jianwei's voice suddenly sounded.

Forget the dust was shocked, wiped the tears on his face, and followed the prestige. This look was facing Shang Changyu's extremely ugly face. That gloomy gaze, as if she had done something very wrong.

Forget Chen was stunned by him, and stood timidly in place, holding on to the trunk of the tree and lowering his eyes, not daring to look at him again.

Jianwei naturally grabbed Chang Jue's arm, and looked at Wuchen with a worried face: "She is Feng ......"

"Smack-"

Seeing that Wei Wei didn't finish speaking, Chang Jue slapped Forget Chen in the face.

Jianwei was taken aback by his rough behavior, and the hand holding his arm also let go, looking at him incredulously. She and he have known each other since childhood, and for tens of thousands of years, Chang Jue has always been the same indifferent appearance, and has never been angry in front of her. Today's situation is really frightening.

"How many times have you said it, don't show your wings. After growing a few golden feathers, he delusionally wants to pretend to be a phoenix, and he is embarrassed!"

Forget Chen was stunned for a while, and looked up at him in astonishment. After a while, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, and laboriously retracted his wings.

It turns out that in his eyes, a chicken is a chicken, she is the one who is embarrassed, and she is the one who humiliates herself. The love words in the day are all fake, and seeing that she is fascinated by her own flirtatious feelings, he may still be secretly proud with the ridicule of the victor in his heart.

Forget Dust smiled self-deprecatingly and looked at him fixedly.

Seeing that she was smiling at herself unconvinced, Chang Jue's face became more and more ugly, and he raised his hand to give her again.

Jianwei hurriedly ran over to stop Chang Jue, pulled him aside, and gently persuaded: "It's not her." It was I who accidentally dropped the ice ridge and almost injured her, so she showed her wings to protect herself. It's just to show his wings, why should Brother Chang Jue be so angry?"

"I just...... I don't want to see her shadow. Chang Jue was slightly distracted, and his eyes also showed a sad look.

Seeing a shock in his heart, Feng Ling, he really couldn't let go of Feng Ling.

She looked at Forgotten Dust to the side and narrowed her eyes. Maybe she cares too much and thinks too much. If this little fairy is Feng Ling, how can Chang Jue be willing to do it. What's more, Feng Ling has long since died, and even if she is alive, she will never be as humble as this little fairy.

But those wings are really interesting.

Could it be some other reason?

Seeing that Chang Jue's state was wrong, Jianwei had to put away the doubts in his heart for the time being, and comforted Chang Jue a few words. The atmosphere of Tianhua Palace is like a freezing point, and I know that it is useless to stay for a long time, and I left Tianhua Palace with a new leaf in a short time.

After seeing that Jianwei was far away, Chang Jue hurriedly walked to Forget Chen, grabbed her wrist, and checked her bracelet: "In addition to the wings, what else has happened?

Forget Chen didn't make a sound, didn't look at him, just pulled his wrist back a little.

Seeing her resistant, Chang Jue couldn't help but be a little flustered, hesitated for a moment, he reached out to touch her red and swollen cheeks, but Forget Chen turned his face to the side and gently opened his hand.

"I'm sorry. Chang Jue suppressed his emotions and whispered to her.

Hearing this, Forget Chen's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he pursed the corners of his lips.

Chang Jue knew that she was wavering, and she couldn't hear him talk to her in a low voice before. Every time she was angry with him, as long as he apologized, no matter how angry she was, she would immediately put out the fire, cover his mouth in great distress, and tell him not to say anything.

"Can you trust me?" asked her.

Seeing that she was still silent, Chang Jue said calmly: "If you still want to live well, don't show your wings again." ”

"I'm embarrassing you, am I?" whispered mockingly.

"It's not. After getting her response, Chang Jue's heart finally let go, and he stepped forward to hug her.

Forget the dust and retreated, bowed and saluted: "If there is nothing else, I will go back to the house." ”

With that, she turned around and walked back as if she were fleeing.

Looking at her detached attitude, Chang Jue's heart became more and more uncomfortable, he followed behind her, suddenly grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back to his inner hall.

"You'll have to sleep here in the future. Chang Jue pushed her onto the bed.

Forget Chen didn't refuse, she pulled a quilt over her body, curled up in a ball, and shrank to the corner of the bed. Just like when they were in the mortal world, she only occupied a small piece of space.

Chang Jue had no choice but to go with her.

As long as it's in his room, as long as it's in his bed, she can sleep however she wants.

The night finally quieted down, and Forget Chen covered his head in the quilt, his face was still hot and painful, and he licked the corners of his mouth, and the smell of blood was still there.

Forget the dust really wanted to get up now, kicked the person who was sleeping next to him, and scolded him from head to toe. Then she said to him that it was the first time she had seen that wing today, and she herself was at a loss.

She was really angry, angry that he had to hit her indiscriminately when she was at a loss.

The practice of slapping a sweet date also made her feel cold. When she is a dog, upset to hit it, happy to touch it again. She really didn't know how this person who kept saying that he wanted to marry her could do this to her.

But Wuchen didn't have the courage to kick him awake after all, he was His Highness, and she was nothing. Speaking of which, she doesn't even have the qualifications to be angry with him.