My Majesty, I wish you a long life without bounds!

When Feng Xiaolang heard the words "Guessing the mind", he immediately straightened his upper body, moved towards the man, gently pulled the man's quilt, and asked in a low voice, "Guessing the mind, is it easy to learn?" , Feng Xiaolang prefers to practice spells.

If Feng Xiaolang had learned the art of guessing minds, it would be much easier to deal with Feng Yuqi and Li Xinrou, and above the court, he only needed to glance at the minds of the courtiers, so he could also tell Loyalty.

The man slowly opened his eyes, raised his eyebrows to look at Feng Xiaolang, raised his hand to pull Feng Xiaolang into his arms, raised his hand to extinguish the candle, put it close to Feng Xiaolang's ear, and said softly and slightly ambiguously, "It's late at night..." Sensing that the person in his arms wanted to say something, he pressed his fingers slightly on Feng Xiaolang's shoulder, and smiled for a while before saying, "If you don't sleep now, don't sleep in the future." asleep..."

Feng Xiaolang looked at the man's sinister but incomparably handsome face by the moonlight outside, his slanted and charming eyes became brighter at night, thinking of meeting the man for the first time in the daytime, he felt that the man was a fairy in a trance, now It still looks amazing.

The man patted Feng Xiaolang on the head, and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking at? Are you really going to sleep?"

Feng Xiaolang leaned against the man's shoulder, raised his face and said with a smile, "Master is an immortal?" Not only his appearance, but in Feng Xiaolang's view, the man's magic power is so profound that he can be regarded as an immortal in the god realm.

Darkness flashed across the man's eyes, and then he tugged at Feng Xiaolang's long, ink-like hair, and a wicked but disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said inexplicably, "Why do you think Master is a fairy?"

Because the room was very dark, although Feng Xiaolang was a wolf, but his mana was low, he didn't find the man's face strange and difficult to distinguish, so he still smiled and said, "Because Master is very beautiful."

"Beautiful?" The man's tail hook was long, and he pinched Feng Xiaolang's waist slightly with his hands, and said calmly with his brows and eyes, "No man likes to hear others say he is 'beautiful', remember?"

Before Feng Xiaolang could speak, the man continued, "What's more, it's a skin. Don't you know that skins can be cultivated in the Six Realms?"

Feng Xiaolang opened his eyes wide in doubt, stared at the man carefully, looked at the man for a while, and then slowly said, "Master's face is made from cultivation?"

The man chuckled, propped his head on his arms, and looked at Feng Xiaolang face to face, "Do you think the master is not handsome enough?"

Feng Xiaolang was a little dazed, didn't understand what the man meant, but still nodded tentatively and said, "Of course the master is handsome and handsome... Master still wants to change?"

The man patted Feng Xiaolang on the head, raised his eyebrows and approached Feng Xiaolang, and said with a light smile: "Master, this is a natural one, and I think it's very good, besides, Master doesn't think the acquired face is of any use."

Among the six worlds, the first face of every demon who cultivates human form is the inherent face of that demon, which is like a newborn baby in the world, which is natural and natural, but if the demon cultivates the first face for himself If you are not satisfied, you can practice and transform yourself.

However, the acquired face is only obtained from acquired training. If you encounter a powerful opponent who suffers internal injuries or is destroyed and cultivated, then the first face will appear, and if you want to change a new face It still takes a long time to practice. It can be said that cultivating the face is time-consuming and labor-intensive. At the critical moment, it cannot resist the enemy, cannot be used as mana, and there is a possibility of losing it at any time. I like to practice spells.

Feng Xiaolang glanced at the man, then raised his hand to touch the man's face, it was smooth and delicate, as smooth as silk, making people unable to put it down, Feng Xiaolang was thinking in his heart, how to distinguish the face produced by cultivation from the face born naturally?

The man frowned and looked at Feng Xiaolang's hand that kept moving on his face, then raised his eyes to look at Feng Xiaolang, the corners of his mouth curled upwards, and he raised his hand to reach Feng Xiaolang's face, but Feng Xiaolang just touched it. , while the man is pinching, the standard hard pinching.

Feng Xiaolang said "Ah yo", he quickly pulled his hand back, rubbed his pinched face, frowned, looked at the man who was smiling like a flower, and had a bad taste, and said with some dissatisfaction, "It hurts."

The man flicked Feng Xiaolang's smooth forehead lightly and said, "I thought it wouldn't hurt to pinch your face."

Feng Xiaolang didn't understand what the man meant at first, but after rubbing his face for a while, he realized that the man wanted to say that he was thick-skinned, and that it wouldn't hurt if he pinched him, so he raised his hand to pinch the man's face, but when he saw the man squint , looked at him with a half-smile and half-sleep, raised his hand back and smoothed his hair, glanced at the man, lay on the bed and said vaguely, "Master's face is real?"