His eyes were closed, and there was still a faint tiredness on his face. Although the color of the robe is still the same, the style is very different.

She recognized that it was a gown, and the Tenglong auspicious pattern on the cuffs and placket had also been changed to a phoenix pattern, and there was a fire on the knee, which was exactly the kind of robe that Daddy used to wear. After staring at it for a while, she suddenly realized that the new demon lord turned out to be Xuanzhi.

Raising his arm slightly, he woke up, and his first reaction was to look down at her, and when he saw that she was also open, he laughed, and even his eyes became bright with a smile.

"I'm really afraid you'll just keep sleeping like this, but it's only been three months. He helped her against the window, and sat down beside her with a bowl of Bijian soup. I tested the temperature of the silver bowl with the back of my hand, and fed it to her spoonful by spoonful: "I have just recovered from a serious illness, so I have to ask you to eat some light food first." When you're better, we'll go to the mortal world and eat what you like. ”

She ate quietly and obediently, and when she finished eating a bowl of soup, she heard his small voice: "I'm sorry for making you suffer." ”

"It's none of your business. She responded in a daze.

He put the bowl aside, reached out to pull her sleeve, and his eyes were heavy: "Forget the dust, I actually ......"

"Forgotten dust is dead. She interrupted him faintly. For some reason, hearing these two words always made her stomach twist together, as if those two words represented the most humiliating time in her life. How could she Feng Ling ever be so angry, and how could she ever be so humble. Just thinking about it made her blood surge, so she suddenly coughed non-stop.

Xuanzhi hurriedly got up to help her breathe, and the cool palm slapped on her back, making her shiver, she subconsciously turned sideways and didn't let him touch herself again. Xuanzhi had no choice but to sit back and use her spiritual power to help relieve her pain.

After a while, when he finally stopped coughing, he slowly put his hands behind his back and hid his trembling hands in his sleeves.

Seeing that her face turned pale, he didn't dare to step forward to help her, so he had to call Dandan in. As soon as Dandan entered the door, he caught a glimpse of the faintly shaking cuffs behind him, and couldn't help but glance at him worriedly. Seeing that his gaze did not leave Feng Ling for a moment, he hurriedly helped Feng Ling to lie back on the couch, and ran forward and after giving birth to a few smoke cages on the edge of the collapse. After packing up, she stood aside, waited for a while and seemed to have no other instructions, and was hesitating to go out, when she saw Xuanzhi walking a few steps to the couch.

He paused very close to the bed, his hand moving behind his back, still not reaching out to touch her, just watching her quietly. It was Dandan's gaze that he had never seen, he was always high and cold on weekdays, so people couldn't help but lower their heads when they saw it, even if they came to visit Feng Ling, they sat in Fengyang Hall for a long time, busy with the things in hand. It's the first time I've seen him and her in the same place like this.

The gaze was as warm as the morning sun, soft as a clear stream, even if it was such a warm gaze, he was afraid that he would hurt her, so cautious. Dandan lowered his eyes, not daring to look at him again. It didn't belong to her Wen Cun, but it completely belonged to Feng Ling alone, even if she glanced at it, she felt that it was stolen.

Feng Ling hadn't fallen asleep yet, but she didn't respond to his gaze, just half-squinted to see the beam of light coming in between the panes.

"Little Seven. He called to her softly, with a hint of caution in his voice.

Dandan didn't understand why he called her like this, but the person on the couch was obviously stunned. She finally withdrew her gaze from the beam and looked up at him.

"Twenty thousand years ago, I saw you in the Heavenly Palace, between the high palace walls, I only saw your back flashing, and then I heard your brother call you Xiaoqi. I knew your brother, and I guessed that it was you. No one can call you that now...... But I think, someone should always call you Xiao Qi, I want to call you like this, are you willing?"

Feng Ling didn't speak, neither denied nor agreed.

It can be regarded as acquiescence, and he is secretly happy in his heart. In fact, as long as there is no denial, he is pleasantly surprised. He wanted to be her family, he wanted her to know that she wasn't alone, that she still had him. He would protect her and never let her go back to that horrible situation again. It seems that if he can call her Xiao Qi, he can see the day when he becomes her real family.

She was still stunned, completely oblivious to his joy.

It's been so long since I've heard anyone call her Xiaoqi. Her father, her brother...... The relatives who called her Xiaoqi are all dead. They were all killed by her, all because she trusted that person too much.

She hated that person like this, but he sealed her memory, and lost to him in that situation, and she lost to him.

The wings are gone, and the people are gone. How could she have fallen so far in his hands that her teeth chattered when she thought about it again. If it was said that it was because of fear, now it is because of hatred.

Her heart ached suddenly, and the hatred was cocooning her body, trying to push her into the suffocating despair. The flames burned like they burned in her pupils, with hatred that went deep into her bones. She wants to live and avenge the entire Feng clan with her own hands. In the face of the great enemy, how he treated her was a trivial matter, that massacre, that life was what she had to face.

How can we avenge this blood revenge for the Feng clan?

"Little Seven. Xuanzhi called her again and said, "I know you hate him." I thought about avenging this for you, but unfortunately it was almost there. However, his primordial spirit was almost beaten out by me, and even if he survived, it would not be much better, and he must be surviving. If I had the chance, I would have put him to death. You just need to take care of your body and don't think about him anymore. All these complicated and difficult things are left to me to deal with. ”

She looked at him, still silent. I don't know if I acquiesced or didn't have anything to say to him.

After staying for a while, seeing that she was about to sleep, Xuan Zhi walked out lightly. Dandan followed behind him, silently closed the door of Fengyang Palace, and turned around to see him standing under the locust tree in the courtyard, in a trance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Dandan happened to have nothing to do, so he followed him and stood behind him, waiting to be sent. After standing for a while, she looked at the phoenix pattern on the hem of his clothes, and looked at it many times, but he still didn't move, so she squinted her eyes and continued to look at the phoenix pattern.

After a while, he sighed and didn't look back, but said coldly: "If there is nothing to do, it is better to go back to the bank of the Lechuan River to make a flower." ”

Dandan was startled, knowing the meaning of these words, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, with a hint of crying in his voice: "The slave knows his mistake, pray for mercy from the king, don't beat me back to my original form." I don't mean to be offended, I just ...... Just a little confused. ”