Chapter 223: Are you a fancy?

"Who?" Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin and asked.
"Gong Yi Min." Mu Hanjin replied in a low voice, "The minister suspected that he was related to the demon king a thousand years ago."
"Devil?" Feng Aotian's eyes sank, and he was silent.
Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian, saw her thoughtfully, and asked tentatively, "The emperor, have you ever had an quarrel with him?"
Feng Aotian returned to his senses, raised his eyes, and looked at him, "If this is the case, then, is the Thousand-Year Gu Poison in Gu Yefeng's possession also related to him?"
"Gu Yefeng was poisoned 17 years ago. At that time, Gong Yimin shouldn't know the prophet?" Mu Hanjin couldn't help asking.
Feng Aotian's eyes dimmed, could it be that she thought too much? However, how could he be related to the Demon King? If he can dispel the spell, doesn't it prove that he is indeed related to the Demon King?
"The emperor?" Mu Hanjin called softly.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Otherwise, is there no other way?"
Mu Hanjin's eyes flickered, "We can only start from Nan Yu."
"Nan Yu will definitely not tell the Lord how to open up obediently, but even if he can be stopped, if Gong Yimin really knows the way to break, Nan Huiguo will be in his hands." Feng Aotian said in a deep voice. She had an ominous hunch that there must be something she didn't know about in it, and more importantly, she felt that all these were the calculations of Gong Yimin.
Mu Hanjin embraced Feng Aotian, "The emperor, it seems you need to find him yourself."
Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "He calculated it early in the morning and waited for the master to find him, but when the master goes, something will definitely happen."
Mu Hanjin looked at her, "Then let the minister think about it again and see if he can think of a solution."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded. There is still some time now, and she absolutely can't let him be at his mercy. If this is the case, she is not Feng Aotian, but has returned to the original Li Ying.
"Back then, it was Wang Zun and the Holy Master who were able to solve the problem. The emperor, you are now the Holy Master. It's a pity that the body of the minister now..." Mu Hanjin thought, if it is based on his cultivation. With the Holy Lord, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Feng Aotian looked at him slightly regaining his elegant face, and smiled lightly, "There is always a way."
Mu Hanjin responded with a smile, "My lord, do you really want to stay tonight?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, bullied himself up, brushed his fingertips across his chest, exhaling like blue, "Don't you want to let the master stay?"
Mu Hanjin's jade-like face was faintly elegant, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. "The minister just thinks that there is someone waiting for you in the palace. You have been with the minister all day."
Feng Aotian raised his hand and pulled Jin up, covering the two of them, and said solemnly, "Close your eyes and sleep."
Mu Hanjin just smiled warmly, closing her eyes slowly, feeling the softness in her arms, her heart was filled with the warmth that faded from the cold pool, under the cold pool, what he wanted all the time was to treat her The warmth in his arms, at this moment, he is already satisfied.
When Feng Aotian woke up at dawn the next day, he saw Meteor sneaking in, standing by the bed, blinking his eyes, staring at her.
"Little Guitou, what are you doing?" Feng Aotian got up, put Mu Hanjin in his arms, and asked in a low voice.
Meteor smiled and leaped slightly, then sat on the bed, raised his head, and looked at her, "Holy Lord, Meteor saw that the little white snake woke up last night."
Feng Aotian's phoenix eyes flickered and looked at him, "Do you want the little white snake to come out of the golden scroll?"
"Yeah." Meteor looked at her pitifully, "Meteor hasn't spoken to Little White Snake for a long time."
The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth twitched, "Didn't you come to talk to him often?"
"Hey, that's all Meteor talking to himself." Meteor sighed faintly.
"You don't always like to talk to yourself." Feng Aotian said disapprovingly, "If it comes out now, it will definitely damage its vitality. Even on the day when the golden scroll is opened, it will be difficult to restore its human form."
"Then the Lord will go and see it?" Meteor knew that there was no hope and could only change the subject.
Feng Aotian chuckled, "Master will go later."
"Okay." Meteor jumped off the bed quickly and left the house in a swift smoke.
Mu Hanjin leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, raised her eyes, and looked at her, "The emperor, since the little white snake is awake, then you can ask it about the Gu poison thing thousands of years ago. Is there a way to completely destroy it? Incantation."
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Master has this intention."
She immediately got off the bed and helped Mu Hanjin down. After the two of them washed and dressed, they ate breakfast.
Meteor also followed over to join in the fun. After the dog learned that Mu Hanjin was safe, he went to the holy spring pool and left the meteor to the side. No wonder Meteor said this early in the morning. Yes, no one is with him anymore.
Feng Aotian supported Mu Hanjin and walked slowly to the main hall. When she reached the stage of the gods, she saw a beam of golden light glowing from the golden scroll. She raised her hand, brushed her palm over the golden scroll, and saw the inside of the golden scroll. The little white snake opened his eyes slowly.
The meteor's eyes lit up, and he hurried forward, "Little White Snake, can you hear me?"
Inside the golden scroll, the little white snake gradually opened its eyes, and when he saw Feng Aotian, he spit out the letter happily.
Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at the meteor, "It still has some strength now."
"Yeah." Meteor nodded, and then said, "It has something to say to the Holy Lord."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian looked at Little White Snake, "Master has something to ask you."
The little white snake shook its tail, and Meteor turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Little white snake said, in this world, only one person can solve the thousand-year poison."
"Who?" Feng Aotian seemed to have an ominous premonition.
"What?" Meteor looked at the little white snake and couldn't help being surprised, "How could it be Gongyimin?"
Feng Aotian seemed to have expected it, and then looked at the little white snake, "Gong Yi Min is related to the Demon King?"
Little White Snake looked at Feng Aotian, nodded the snake's head, and Meteor replied, "Yes."
"The curse of returning south to the country can be eliminated, but there are other ways?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.
Meteor stared at the little white snake and said, "There is another way, that is to find the place to start the spell, use the blood of the three tribes, namely the blood of the Holy Master, the blood of the Wind Clan Master, and the blood of the Spirit Clan Master. , Plus the blood of the meteor, the blood of the dog, the blood of the little white snake, and the most important thing is the blood of the Gongyi Yun related to the devil. Before the spell is activated, the blood can be poured into it to temporarily break the spell. Surgery."
"In the end, do you still want to let the Lord go to find Gongyimin?" Feng Aotian's eyes condensed, and he said in a deep voice.
Meteor turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Little White Snake said, this is all the secret technique of the Demon Race, and it must be to find talents related to the Demon King."
Feng Aotian gave a cold snort, and then took Mu Hanjin's hand, "Meteor, you can chat with Xiaobai Snake, but you can't chat for too long."
"Okay." Meteor responded with a smile, then turned his head and looked at the little white snake.
And Xiao Bai Snake stared at Feng Aotian's leaving figure unsuccessfully.
Feng Aotian held Mu Hanjin's hand and walked slowly into the house. This can take a long time when he returns to the country, but Gu Yefeng's Gu poison cannot be delayed.
Mu Hanjin knew Feng Aotian's concerns, but now, there was no better way.
Feng Aotian thought for a while, but finally made a decision.
"The emperor, this matter can still be slowed down." Mu Hanjin looked at her, "Ye Feng's body can hold on for some more time."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes, looked at him, and said with a small smile, "It's okay, I have my own arrangements."
Looking at her like this, Mu Hanjin felt distressed and took her into her arms, hating that nothing could help her.
Feng Aotian leaned quietly in his arms and said in a low voice, "After all, I have to face it. Avoiding it will not solve any problems."
Mu Hanjin nodded, "Yeah."
In the past two days, Feng Aotian has been with Mu Hanjin. The two have never acted too intimately. One is to take care of Mu Hanjin's body, and the other is that she is indeed inconvenient these few days.
Now, it should be the fourth death. The so-called fourth death is to take the most poisonous poison among the nine in the world. The nine most poisonous poisons in the world are poisons that resist the toxin of the curse. Day, has not been poisoned to death, that is the fourth death.
Mu Hanjin didn't want her to see herself taking the poison, and he didn't want her to be distracted, so he urged her to leave the Wind Clan early in the morning.
Feng Aotian knew in his heart that the nine most poisonous poisons in the world could kill Huangquan as long as one single sip, and he would have to endure nine, which is even more unbearable for ordinary people, but he did not want her to look at it. When she leaves, her heart will also hold her mind.
She counted the days, and after two more days, no accident, Gu Yefeng would arrive in Caiguo smoothly, and she would also leave Qian to go to Wuyue Kingdom.
Standing at the exit of the Feng Clan, Mu Hanjin looked at Feng Aotian with a slight smile, turned and left, his elegant face was full of deep reluctance.
Meteor and God Dog followed Feng Aotian to leave the Feng Clan, and then returned to the imperial palace. When they stepped into the emperor's bedroom, they saw Lan Jingshu was already waiting for her.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and saw that he always stood quietly waiting for her, his heart became soft, she was thinking, he has now entered the medicine room and is starting to take poison.
Lan Jingshu could see that Feng Aotian was a little upset. He just stepped forward slowly, gently embraced her in his arms, and said warmly, "My lord, Han Jin will be fine."
Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, clasped his waist, hugged tightly, and said nothing.
At this moment, Mu Hanjin was sitting in the medicine room, Qingfeng placed nine kinds of poisons in front of him, and stood aside with her eyes down, obviously not wanting to see what happened later.
Mu Hanjin looked calm, raised his hand, opened the nine porcelain bottles of different shapes in front of him, picked up the first one, placed it in front of him slowly, took a deep breath, raised his head, and took it. , The poison slid into his throat, and felt a sharp pain. It seemed that thousands of insects poured into his body, biting his body. He endured the pain of fainting, and he spit out blood. Came out.
Qingfeng looked terrified, and quickly stepped forward, looking at the black blood spitting out on the ground, "Clan Lord..."
Mu Hanjin just waved his hand slightly, beckoning him to retreat, Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, still resisting the sadness, and stepped aside.
With trembling fingertips, Mu Hanjin slowly picked up the second porcelain bottle and placed it next to his mouth, covering his chest with one hand, and holding the porcelain bottle with the other, slowly pouring the poison into his mouth. The smell of the mouth made him feel sweet. When he was guilty, he felt that a sharp blade pierced his throat and pierced his heart. This kind of pain was more direct and crisp than that of Chengcai, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood.
Then came the third bottle, the fourth bottle... until the fifth bottle, each of them would make people feel painful, as if they had died once, and Mu Hanjin took all these nine types. Now he With bruises on his face, blood and tears in the corners of his eyes, scarlet eyes, black fingertips, and rashes all over his body, but he still took a breath, and when he was about to suffocate and faint several times, he survived .
A cold wind blew, but he fell into a warm embrace. He opened his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly, his mind was even more trance, he could only see the magnificent face in a vague manner.
Feng Aotian was really worried about Mu Hanjin, she still couldn't hold back, and returned.
As soon as he took the first bottle of poison, she hid in the dark and watched with her own eyes how he took bottle after bottle of poison, how to hold on, and how to vomit blood, but she still stood up again and again. come.
Feng Aotian hurriedly sat cross-legged, his palms condensed his inner strength, pressed against his chest, raised his eyes to look at him, and coldly shouted, "Let the Lord hold on."
Mu Hanjin opened his eyes, and the blood flow in the corners of his eyes turned dark black. He felt a powerful internal force against his chest, covering his limbs and limbs. He had a trace of strength and gradually recovered his mind. With this strength, he slowly closed his eyes, put his hands on his knees naturally, guarded his dantian with energy, and raised his luck.
Time passed slowly, so, after another half a day, Feng Aotian felt that his breath was slowly recovering, and he was relieved immediately, and then he closed his palms. In these few days, someone must come to heal his injuries. Yes.
She slowly got up and looked at Mu Hanjin, who was sitting cross-legged. The blood flow in the corners of her eyes had dried up and solidified. There were black blood stains on the corners of her mouth. The ground was also spitting out poisonous blood. The medicine room was full of blood. The taste made her nauseous inexplicably.
She glanced at Mu Hanjin deeply, then turned around, and left the Wind Clan.
When I returned to the palace, I saw Xing Wuyun lying reclining on the soft couch, and from a distance I saw her walking in with a calm face.
"What's the matter with the emperor?" Xing Wuyun did not get up from the soft couch, but looked at her with a casual smile on his mouth.
Feng Aotian sat next to him, with the smell mixed with the poison. Xing Wuyun also smelled it, got up quickly, lowered his head, and looked at her, "Mu Hanjin has an accident?"
"Can't die." Feng Aotian whispered.
Xing Wuyun could hear that she was in a bad mood, thinking about the people in this world who could affect her heart, could make her show a little bit different emotions, but only Mu Hanjin was afraid.
He was jealous of Mu Hanjin, he always felt that he was not as important as Feng Aotian's heart.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Can you recover now?"
"Seven seven eight eight." Xing Wuyun said softly.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "No wind...When will it be the fastest?"
"Why does the emperor think of him?" Xing Wuyun listened to Feng Aotian's tone, afraid that he understood.
Feng Aotian whispered, "Master will go to Wuyue Kingdom the next day. These nine days are a difficult time for Han Jin. Master needs someone to accompany him."
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"Is there no one from the Wind Clan available?" Xing Wuyun asked dissatisfiedly.
"Who makes you not understand medical skills?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and said coldly as he looked at him.
"The official will go to learn now." Xing Wuyun said smoothly, "If you are in the Wuxiemen, it will take five days at the earliest, but he left Wuxiemen five days ago."
"Huh?" Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "Why did he come out?"
"I want to ask you." Xing Wuyun squinted, looking at Feng Aotian and said.
Feng Aotian heard the meaning of Xing Wuyun's words, "If this is the case, would he be here today?"
"It's already here." Xing Wuyun said coldly, "now in the courtyard."
Feng Aotian got up arrogantly and started to walk outside the hall.
Xing Wuyun raised his hand and tugged at her sleeve, "Is the emperor so anxious to see him?"
"Well, my master is going to take him to the Wind Clan." Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "How about you go with your master?"
Xing Wuyun pulled hard again, and Feng Aotian fell into his arms. He turned over and kissed her lips, "The emperor does not intend to eat the minister."
Feng Aotian knew what he was thinking about, but in the past few days, she had no thoughts. After all, the things in front of her were one after another.
Xing Wuyun saw her thoughts, then sat up, got on the soft couch, and walked out.
Feng Aotian hurriedly followed and shook his hand, "Are you angry?"
"The emperor has been with Mu Hanjin night and night, didn't he do anything else?" Xing Wuyun allowed her to hold hands and walked out step by step.
Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "So you care about this."
"Yeah." Xing Wuyun nodded, "It's hard to see and eat, it is a great torture for the minister."
Feng Aotian laughed, and took his hand to the courtyard.
Xing Wuyun looked sideways and saw that her gloomy face finally had a smile, and the corner of her mouth was slightly hooked. In fact, all he wanted was to make her happy.
When the two walked to the courtyard, they saw the snow-white figure unhurriedly drying the medicine, while Meteor looked at him with open eyes and smile, very happy.
Xing Wuyun lay on the reclining chair, while Feng Aotian stood beside him, "Why come back suddenly?"
Wufeng didn't look at her, but stroked the medicinal materials lightly, and said indifferently, "I'm just here to get my own brewed wine. If you don't want to see me, I will leave later."
"Duplicity." Xing Wuyun said with a cold snort from the side.
Feng Aotian smiled, and then said, "Since I'm here, I'll stay longer."
No wind smiled indifferently, "Don't you want to see me?"
Feng Aotian turned his eyes, glanced at Xing Wuyun, and coughed a few times, "Master, please help me."
"You are the emperor of Fengqi Kingdom, what are you doing so politely with me, this cloth?" said in a cool tone.
Feng Aotian knew that he was still unhappy about letting him leave last time. She sighed faintly, and, apart from anything else, she held his wrist and said, "Go somewhere with the Lord."
No wind threw her hand away, "Don't go."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and met his indifferent eyes, only to realize that he seemed to be a lot haggard these few days, and she immediately took his pulse, "Are you drunk?"
"This matter has nothing to do with you." Wufeng waved his hand, then turned around and walked inward.
Feng Aotian followed in a few steps, and when she entered, he slammed the door of the room and saw Wufeng turned his back to her and straightened out his own things.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and stood beside him, "Are you annoying Lord?"
"What is my relationship with you, what are you doing?" Wufeng sneered, "These are the ones I didn't take away last time, and I took them away today."
Feng Aotian knew that any more nonsense with him would be nothing but thankless. The most effective solution is to go directly. She took a step forward, raised her hand, and clicked on his acupuncture point and held him in her arms. In the middle, kicked the door open with one foot, took his toe lightly, and flew away from the courtyard.
Xing Wuyun was still lying on the recliner, watching the figure leave, and then looking at Meteor staring at the wild fruit wine that had just been dug out. He snorted coldly, "Nothing."
Meteor knew that Xing Wuyun was angry now, and tilted his head slightly, "If you feel uncomfortable, follow it."
"What if I go, I don't know how to heal." Xing Wuyun secretly gritted his teeth, knowing that, at the beginning, he shouldn't disobey the old man and learn medicine obediently.
"But you have internal strength." Meteor looked at Xing Wuyun and said, "Now, Mu Hanjin has taken nine of the world's most poisonous. He has to survive for nine days. Not only does he need windless medical skills, but also your internal help. ."
"Windless martial arts is not bad for me at all." Xing Wuyun continued, "Even if I go, it is just a drag, and my internal strength is restored. I don't have to guard this palace."
"That's too." Meteor replied in a low voice, holding the wine jar, salivating.
No wind knew that Feng Aotian was just tapping his acupuncture points with the most common acupuncture technique. Now, he can easily untie him. He leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, raised his eyes, and looked at her, "Do you think In this way, I can help you?"
Feng Aotian lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Okay, don't be tempestuous."
Wufeng shocked with internal force and left Feng Aotian's restraint, and with his backhand, he embraced her in his arms. The two of them were suspended in the air. He bowed his head and kissed her lips, gently biting. Biting and holding her arm harder and harder.
Feng Aotian opened her eyes wide, staring at the windless, and seeing him panting low, the whole body exuded not as usual indifferent, but filled with a gloomy coldness, she naturally knew that the windless temper. When he comes back this time, he will never give up.
Wufeng felt relieved, and then slowly left her lips, hugged her tightly, and whispered, "Where to go?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and stared at him for a long while, "Could you be the master?"
The windless side looked at her, and restored the indifferentness of the past, "What do you think?"
Feng Aotian listened to his tone, and she sighed quietly, "Master knows that Master is so charming, but Master doesn't want everyone."
An evil smile appeared at the corner of the windless mouth, staring at Feng Aotian for a long while, "Either you are a friend or an enemy, you choose one."
Feng Aotian listened to what he meant and asked tentatively, "What if it is the enemy?"
No wind smiled indifferently, "That is the death of the fish and the breaking of the net."
Feng Aotian nodded slightly and did not answer. Instead, he took him to the Wind Clan. After the two entered the Wind Clan, Wu Feng looked at the scene in front of him, without any expression of surprise, he was still calm.
Feng Aotian looked sideways, looking at him, thinking how many people in this world could be able to be as unsurprising as him? This person's mind is very deep.
Wufeng followed Feng Aotian to the medicine room. When he saw the people sitting in the medicine room, he already understood, "You want me to save him?"
"He has taken nine kinds of the world's most poisonous, and it will take nine days." Feng Aotian briefly explained his intention to come here.
No wind nodded slightly, "Then you have to tell me the answer I want to know."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Are you threatening Lord?"
"If you think so, then it is." Wufeng was dressed in white like snow, and there was an unnoticeable light in the brow.
Feng Aotian stepped forward and took his waist, narrowed his eyes, curled his lips and smiled, "Don't you regret it?"
"I won't regret it." Wufeng looked down and met her eyes, still smiling lightly.
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, "Master promises you."
No wind lowered his head and kissed her lips again, but with a light peck, he took her into his arms. In this life, he has never forced anything, let him be willful this time.
Feng Aotian could feel the joy emanating from Wufeng. She raised her eyes and looked at Wufeng. She was dumbfounded for a moment. She obviously told him to leave, but he had to walk in.
No wind released her, held her hand, and walked into the medicine room. Just walking in, Mu Hanjin suddenly leaned forward, vomiting black blood.
Feng Aotian stepped forward quickly, helped him up, and hugged him distressedly.
Windless turned sideways, looking at the medicine box on the side of the medicine room, and then took it over, squatted down beside Mu Hanjin, took out the silver needle, looked at Feng Aotian, "Give him to me."
Feng Aotian watched him calmly administer the needle to Mu Hanjin, his expression was not sad or happy, as if the excitement that Shicai was holding her did not radiate from him, the more calm the person was. The city is extremely deep.
Her eyes sank, such a person had better become her person, if it became an enemy, it would be difficult to deal with.
After applying the needle without wind, he immediately pulled out the silver needle and saw that the silver needle had turned black. He raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, "You have consumed too much internal energy today, just stay aside."
Feng Aotian looked at him, "Okay."
Sitting cross-legged without wind, there was an extra silver needle in his hand, which was pierced into Mu Hanjin's acupuncture points, palms resting on his shoulders, closing his eyes, and doing exercises for him.
Mu Hanjin closed her eyes tightly with sweat on her forehead. Feng Aotian took out the silk kerchief and gently wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, then walked aside, lowered her head, and saw the silk kerchief on his waist. It was the one she used when she bandaged his wound last time. She raised her eyes and watched his indifferent face. Because of luck, her forehead was also sweaty.
She raised her hand and wiped the sweat from her forehead. How could such a person be moved by her?
About an hour later, when there was no wind, he slowly retracted his palm strength, quickly pulled out the two silver needles stuck on Mu Hanjin's body, and then picked them up with a white cloth and placed them on one side.
He turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "He should be able to survive tonight."
Feng Aotian nodded, then helped him up, seeing that he was a little weak, "It must be caused by your alcoholism these few days."
"If I can stay drunk, I won't be here anymore." Wufeng said lightly, letting her help, and slowly walked out of the medicine room.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at Qingfeng, "Go and prepare a guest room."
"Yes." Qingfeng replied, just talented. He saw Wufeng heal the clan leader with his own eyes. He was truly grateful in his heart and quickly responded, then turned to prepare.
Windless turned his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "Leave this to me. You can go to work if you have anything. Senior brother is afraid that you are in anger now."
Feng Aotian helped him walk forward, "Master will help you go back to your room to rest. After dinner, Master will leave."
"Okay." Wufeng doesn't mind whether she has him in her heart. He insists on staying by her side so much, just wanting to give himself an explanation. Since he left that day, it is her that comes to mind every day. He didn't understand that he was just staying by her side for a month. Why, it was like staying for a lifetime? He has always been sensible, but whenever he thinks of her, he feels uncomfortable. This is a kind of unspeakable miss. He wants to use alcohol to numb himself, forcing himself not to think about her. The alcohol is sad, but it is not the way. The sorrow made him more sober and missed the feeling when he was around her more and more. Then he realized that his heart had been left there for a long time. No matter how hard he tried to struggle, it was of no avail. Since he couldn't take it back. , Then return to her side and guard her, whether she wants it or not.
Feng Aotian helped him into the guest room. Qingfeng had already ordered someone to prepare dinner and brought it over. She helped him sit down and put the soup in front of him, "Why do you want to make yourself so haggard?"
No wind just smiled lightly, picked up the spoon and drank the soup quietly.
Feng Aotian knew that it was useless to say more, she immediately picked up the vegetables and put them in his bowl, and the two of them used the meal quietly.
Xing Wuyun was still lying on the recliner, looking up at the starry sky, thoughtfully.
Meteor stayed on one side, watching him sitting like this since the Lord left. Now, he is indeed a little hungry, so he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you hungry?"
"Are you hungry?" Xing Wuyun returned to his senses, looking at the meteor and asked.
"Well, it seems that the holy lord has been with the beautiful woman, so don't wait here anymore." Meteor said comfortingly, and then got up, "Go and eat."
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