"Yes. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Qingyan responded, then frowned again, and said: "Door master, in this vast sea of people, it is estimated that it will take some days to find that kid." ”

"This matter must be hurried and not delayed, otherwise they will seize the blood-drinking sword, not only will we lose the opportunity, but that sword is very powerful, and we can't resist it. ”

"What can I do then?"

Qiu Wancheng paused, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and said: "Since there are their people in this Red Mansion, presumably the fact that we caught Zhuo Yifan was spread by them, then they will naturally know where Zhuo Yifan is now, as long as we follow the vine, we can find out that kid." ”

"Door master, Gao Jian!" said blue-eyed.

Qiu Wancheng smiled and said, "The person who arranged you, hurry up and handle this matter, I have three conditions for you." ”

"Door master, please say, your subordinates will definitely live up to expectations. ”

"The first is to be fast, the second is to keep it secret, and the third is to rob me of someone!"

"Yes, the subordinates will complete the task!" said Qingyan with a bowed head.

Qiu Wancheng nodded with satisfaction and said, "If this mission is completed well, I will promote you again." ”

"Thank you, Door Master!" said Blue-eyed with great excitement.

"Go, I'm waiting for your good news!"

"Yes!" Blue-Eyes replied, turning to leave.

Looking at the finely broken "petals" on the ground, as well as the corpse lying quietly, Qiu Wancheng gritted his teeth and said: "Tianxiang Pavilion, I, Qiu Wancheng, will definitely destroy you all!"

With that, he raised his arm and rotated his palm, and the "petals" on the ground rose one after another, like a dancing butterfly.

......

Red Clothes Village, Green Sleeve Fang.

Zhuo Yifan was lying on the soft collapse of Xiangjiu, still asleep, the room was still so warm, because it was the room of the Tsing Yi Shura Mu Ling, so there was a woman's breath everywhere.

It was almost noon, and at this time, Xiangyi walked in from outside the door again.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was sleeping soundly, the corners of her mouth smiled slightly, and the smile that stretched out was like rain dripping into the clear lake, with a trace of ripples.

She moved to the bed slightly, took out the sachet and put it in front of Zhuo Yifan's nose, and after a while, leaned over to him and shouted softly: "Zhuo Gongzi, wake up!"

Hearing her crisp and tactful voice, Zhuo Yifan's face moved slightly, it was an extremely comfortable feeling, like a drizzle falling continuously, moisturizing the heart, like a breeze blowing on the face, caressing his face.

"Zhuo Gongzi, wake up!" Xiangyi shouted to him again.

After a few soft shouts, Zhuo Yifan gradually woke up from his slumber.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that delicate and pretty face, smiling sweetly at him.

"Miss Xiangyi, you're here!" Zhuo Yifan said.

Hearing this, Xiang Yi gently lowered his eyebrows.

Looking at her beautiful appearance, Zhuo Yifan was slightly distracted.

"Young Master Zhuo, why are you looking at people like this?" Xiang Yi turned his cheek sideways, looking very shy.

Hearing her words, Zhuo Yifan's eyes quickly dodged.

Both of them were silent for this reason.

After a while, Xiang Yi said to him: "You haven't eaten in the morning, I cooked you a bowl of porridge." As he spoke, he came over with porridge.

Seeing Xiangyi step forward with porridge, Zhuo Yifan slowly stood up and wanted to get up.

"Your injuries are not healed, don't move!" Xiangyi hurriedly stopped him.

Zhuo Yifan, who had just wanted to get up, withdrew his elbow and slowly lay down.

Xiangyi held a bowl of fragrant white fungus red date porridge, smiled and walked to the bed, white white fungus and glutinous rice, like a snow-covered mountain, snow shining, the full oval red dates, like red agate, are crystal clear.

Xiangyi's white onion fingers gently pinched the handle of the spoon, and slowly stirred twice along the mouth of the bowl, and the white spoon touched the mouth of the bowl, making a crisp jingle sound.

Xiangyi smiled and said, "I'll feed you." ”

When Zhuo Yifan heard this, he was a little embarrassed in an instant, after all, the other party was a goddess-level character in his eyes, the kind of person who could only be watched from a distance, and could not be played with.

He was a little flattered to hear her say this.

"This ...... This is not good!" Zhuo Yifan squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

And Xiangyi looked very ordinary, not as restrained as him, seeing Zhuo Yifan's somewhat embarrassed look, she pursed her lips and smiled.

"Zhuo Gongzi, I just see that it's inconvenient for you to get injured, don't think too much. ”

Seeing her say this, Zhuo Yifan was slightly stunned, it turned out that he was thinking too much, thinking about this, Zhuo Yifan was a little embarrassed.

"Come, I'll feed you!" she said, she slowly scooped up a spoonful, put it to her lips, and blew gently, her delicate cherry lips, lightly opening up the fragrant breeze.

This made Zhuo Yifan's heart overwhelmed again.

Xiangyi blew lightly a few times, feeling that the heat of the porridge was slightly weaker, before reaching out to Zhuo Yifan's mouth to send it.

Looking at her demeanor, which was both elegant and beautiful, Zhuo Yifan's heart was already drunk, this was the first time he was very tempted since he could remember.

Looking, looking......

Zhuo Yifan forgot to open his mouth for a while.

"Zhuo Gongzi, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Zhuo Yifan's appearance of losing his soul, Xiangyi shouted softly.

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly regained his mind and said, "No...... It's nothing. ”

"The porridge is not hot, you can drink it. Xiangyi smiled.

Seeing the porridge spoon that Xiang Yi stretched out to his mouth, although Zhuo Yifan was embarrassed, he still opened his mouth slightly.

As soon as the porridge spoon touched his lips, the soft porridge gently stuck to his lips, and then as he sucked in his mouth, the smooth and sweet white fungus and glutinous rice slowly slid into his mouth.

The sweet and sticky porridge juice flows down the mouth and into the stomach with a warm feeling.

"Miss Xiangyi, the porridge you made is so delicious!" Zhuo Yifan exclaimed.

Hearing Zhuo Yifan's praise, Xiangyi pursed his lips and smiled.

"Is it really that good?"

Zhuo Yifan nodded hurriedly.

"Since you like to drink, drink more. Xiangyi Road.

Since his parents were killed, Zhuo Yifan has not felt this kind of warmth of being cared for for a long time, for a homeless person who is wandering around, what a happy thing it is to be able to drink a bowl of warm porridge, and the other party is still a beautiful girl.

Looking at Xiangyi's pretty cheeks and drinking the porridge she fed herself, Zhuo Yifan's eyes gradually moistened.

"Zhuo Gongzi, why are you crying?" Xiangyi said puzzled.

"Drinking the porridge you cooked reminds me of my mother. Zhuo Yifan said.

Hearing him say this, Xiang Yiqiao's face was suddenly full of smiles, and he deliberately said playfully: "What do you mean, am I old?"

"That's not what I meant!" Zhuo Yifan was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he hurriedly explained: "I mean, your porridge is so delicious." ”

Seeing Zhuo Yifan's panicked appearance, Xiangyi smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm teasing you!"