All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

"Is it okay to give the Chigu fruit?" Feng Ning was skeptical about the behavior of showing affection just now while eating melon seeds.

"Didn't you say that the one you like is from the Demon Race? Then it's right to give the Chigu fruit. I've never seen someone from the Demon tribe who doesn't care about the Chigu fruit." Qing Dahuai paused for a moment while eating melon seeds , and continued, "Except for my great-grandson, what good food did my little Shitou eat when he was a child? It's just a red fruit, he's already tired of it."

"But why did you only ask me to give him one? What a shudder. I wanted to give him a carriage."

Qing Dahuai glanced at him, with disdain on his face, "You haven't written your horoscope yet, and you are giving someone a carriage of rare spiritual fruits, so stressful, do you know what it means to take steps step by step and boil frogs in warm water! "

Feng Ning touched her nose, but didn't dare to tell Qing Dahuai that he actually gave Qing Lang a big bag of spiritual fruits.

Qing Dahuai shook Erlang's legs: "I really don't know which demon girl is attracted by your stone lump, it's really unlucky."

Feng Ning thought about Qing Lang's face, and couldn't help laughing: "It should be the most beautiful one among the demons."

"Heh!" Qing Dahuai sneered at Fengning's description, "The most beautiful thing is my little stone, okay? You don't want beauty in the eyes of beholders."

Looking at Qing Dahuai's face, Feng Ning couldn't help but doubt: "Is your little Shitou good-looking?"

"Of course!" Qing Dahuai stroked his beard, and his tone was hard to hide his complacency, "Oh, no, in the entire Demon Realm, there is not a single man in the entire Six Realms who looks better than my little Shitou! Way, who let my great-grandson inherit my appearance, and he was born so amazing and handsome."

Feng Ning: "...

Feng Ning looked at Qing Dahuai's square, generous, dark and simple face, and fell into a long silence.

Blow, keep blowing.

Let's see what flowers you can blow out.

"Hey, you said that this person is too good and perfect, which is also a problem. For example, my little stone, you see, this young person who came to propose marriage has almost broken the threshold of my house. Do you think it is the demon world?" Is the little princess better, or the fifth princess in the fairy world? In fact, the queen of the underworld is also interested in my little stone, but she is over 1000 years old. She is so old, she dares to miss my little stone, and she is not ashamed... ..."

If Qing Dahuai blows it any further, the queen of the underworld will sue him for defamation.

Feng Ning really couldn't listen anymore and interrupted him.

"...More than 1000 years old is not old, I am already tens of thousands of years old, and I still feel young."

Qing Dahuai gave him a squinting look: "You are shameless, but it doesn't mean that everyone is shameless."

Feng Ning: "..."

This is too much.

If Qing Dahuai knew that the person he was chasing now was only 20 years old, he wouldn't be able to spray his saliva on his face...

Feng Ning shut her mouth embarrassingly.

After all, Feng Ning is a short-tempered person, he doesn't know what is called step by step, and he can't learn how to boil a frog in warm water.

He only knew that he liked Qinglang, and if he wanted to pursue Qinglang, he had to show sincerity, and he had to give Qinglang all the good things with both hands.

Now that Qing Lang was given a big bag of red groat fruit, he still felt that it was not enough.

That night, he spent a lot of energy and collected a whole bottle of Spirit Fruit Cold Dew, which is more effective when eaten with red berries.

Then happily ran to look for Qing Lang again.

The night was dark, Qing Lang had already fallen asleep.

Feng Ning wanted to put the bottle of cold dew quietly on the bedside and then turned to leave, but she didn't expect Qing Lang to be ill.

He muttered some words that Feng Ning couldn't understand, his face was extremely pale, while Yintang was slightly dark.

Others are all chronically ill and have become doctors, but Feng Ning has never been ill since birth, and she can't see what is wrong with Qing Lang.

But it just so happens that the doctor is not here today.

Feng Ning hesitated for a moment, stepped forward, and touched Qing Lang's forehead tentatively.

Qing Lang's forehead was as cold as a piece of ice.

Especially those two magic horns, like a hard and cold ice pick, stuck on Qing Lang's forehead.

Feng Ning frowned, and conjured up a thicker quilt, wrapping Qing Lang tightly.

But this method didn't seem to work, Qing Lang was still so cold that his lips turned purple, and he even shivered a little.

Feng Ning thought for a while, and finally stretched out her hand, and slowly took off Qing Lang's outer robe.

"...Who?!" At this moment, Qing Lang suddenly regained consciousness and grabbed Feng Ning's hand.

He was short of breath, but his eyes were as sharp as knives.

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, and then quickly replied: "It's me, Feng Ning!"

"...Master Fengning?" Qinglang looked confused for a moment, and murmured, "Master Fengning, it's you..."

The Qinglang at this moment is somewhat different from usual, but Feng Ning can't tell clearly what is different.

He only felt that Qing Lang had softened a little at this moment, and he didn't look at him with that vigilant look like a disgusted thief.

——Even if he was taking off his clothes, he was still relaxed, allowing Fengning to move.

Feng Ning was greatly encouraged instantly.

This is a small step in the easing of the relationship, but it is a big step in the development of the relationship!

Fengning's hands that picked up Qinglang's clothes trembled.

But Feng Ning didn't get carried away because of this, but tried his best to say in a very serious tone: "I see that you are cold all over, but are you cold? Suffering from the wind and cold?"

"No." Qing Lang shook his head obediently, then he gently held Feng Ning's hand, touched his cheek, and said in a somewhat silly voice, "If I catch the wind and cold, my body should be hot."

"Why?" Feng Ning was a little puzzled, "It's freezing, shouldn't the body be cold? Why is it hot?"

Qing Lang blinked slowly, then suddenly laughed blankly, he said: "Master, you really are worthy of being a fairy."

Feng Ning couldn't understand what he said.

But he didn't pursue Qing Lang's words, but asked his stupid little apprentice who was already sick: "Then what's wrong with you, isn't it a cold? What's wrong with you? Do you want me to go to a doctor?"

"No need." Qing Lang lowered his eyes and shook his head again, "It's just...just because it's the first day of junior high school."

Among the six realms, only the demons were born by absorbing turbid air.

In January, the first day of the lunar new year has the heaviest cloudy qi and the most turbid qi.

During the day, the yin qi is the heaviest and the turbid qi is the most.

Feng Ning didn't understand even more: "...Then it stands to reason that Yin Qi is the heaviest at this moment. You should be very strong. How could you be so weak?"

Qinglang said: "I...I don't have the flow of energy today, and the turbid air in my body is congested. In addition, I ate a lot of tonic red fruit today, which made it even more serious."

Feng Ning: "Since you know that you are not feeling well today, why do you still want to eat those fruits?"

Qing Lang lowered his head slightly, "...because the fruit will be spoiled tomorrow."

"If it breaks, it will break. What do you care about him?"

Qing Lang raised his head to look at Feng Ning, didn't speak, just smiled with his eyes bent.

He seemed to be sick and confused, he only remembered that this person was Master Feng Ning whom he adored and respected, and he forgot that this person was also that old pervert whom he hated and drove away.

Feng Ning sighed, and knocked on his forehead with some helplessness: "You're still laughing, your brain must be sick. Lie down, since your Qi and blood are congested, I'll use my spiritual power to massage and recuperate you."

Qing Lang lay down on the bed obediently again.

Feng Ning's two fingers condensed spiritual power, emitting a warm golden light like the sun.Then through a thin layer of underwear, go down Qinglang's neck, walk through every acupuncture point on his body, and dredge every meridian.

But this kid is a little strange.

The direction of every meridian in his body is different from others, but it is so logical when they are connected together.Like a rebuilt house, every brick and tile has been moved, but it is stronger than the previous construction.

Feng Ning scratched one of his ribs with two fingers, and couldn't help asking: "Has your meridians... been passive?"

Qing Lang looked up at Feng Ning.

His gray pupils looked hazy in the night, and his voice was so soft that it could easily be blown away by the wind.

"...Well, 12 years ago, Master, you helped me reshape."

Feng Ning blinked: "Me?"

He has no memory of this matter, but the texture of the meridians on the child's body is very similar to his handwriting.

Qing Lang lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast long shadows on his pale cheeks: "Master, before you helped me reshape me, I was a useless person...you told me that I am different from others, you It is said that I have excellent bones, but I am different from mediocrity... Forget it, don’t say it, you don’t remember it, maybe you were just talking nonsense back then, just to comfort me.”

It was always difficult for Feng Ning to correctly detect the micro-expressions of others, but this time, he seemed to really see the loneliness in Qing Lang's eyes.

As if to be able to see Qing Lang's expression clearly, Feng Ning involuntarily leaned down slightly, looked into Qing Lang's eyes, and said, "Although I don't remember, I can be sure that sentence is not a joke."

Qing Lang opened his eyes.

His cheeks were as white as the moon, but his black hair was as smooth and black as the night, lying on the pillow.

His gray pupils were dyed with dots of light, looking at Fengning.

Quiet, obedient, full of anticipation.

The whole person is unbelievably beautiful.

Fengning couldn't help but slow down her breathing.

He looked into Qing Lang's eyes and said softly:

"Qing Lang, I have high vision. Even if I don't remember the first time I met you, I know that I will never boast that a mediocre child is a genius, because this is cruelly giving him hope that does not exist. Qing Lang, have you touched your veins and bones yourself?"

Feng Ning reached out and touched his hair, his cheek, his collarbone, and then went all the way down.

"...every acupuncture point under your skin is full of power, and every tendon of yours is bursting with vitality. The strongest rope in the world is the Immortal Binding Rope, and the Immortal Binding Rope is made of dragon tendons. Qinglang, if someone stretches your tendons, it will definitely be stronger than the fairy rope."

Qing Lang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly smiled with crooked eyebrows and said: "Master, is this a compliment?"

Feng Ning thought about it seriously, then nodded: "Well, it's a compliment, I'm complimenting you for your excellent bones."

Then Feng Ning continued: "But the problem now is that you are still young or for some other reason, all these powers in your body are separated by a barrier, and it seems that you cannot fully use them... um... the temperature of your body seems to be I came back a little bit, it seems that the treatment just now is effective, then I will continue to give you massage and treatment...Qing Lang, don't move, what are you moving?"

Qing Lang opened his mouth and said something, but Feng Ning didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over and asked, "What did you say?"

"...It's itchy, Master, it's alright."

"Since you want to help you recuperate, you can't give up halfway... Look, you have found a problem. There are indeed several acupuncture points on your abdomen that are seriously blocked. Wait a minute, I..."

"Crack!" Feng Ning's wrist was grabbed suddenly.

Feng Ning turned her head in some puzzlement, only to see Qing Lang sitting up suddenly, staring at him intently.

Qing Lang's body's qi and blood congestion has almost recovered, and his eyes have changed from being dazed to clear.

It's just that he didn't know what was going on, his breathing became a lot faster, and the temperature of his body also rose.

"...What's wrong with you?" Feng Ning asked, "Why did you suddenly become so hot?"

Qing Lang violently pushed Feng Ning away, and then pulled the quilt beside him to cover his lower body.

He squeezed the quilt tightly, his knuckles began to turn white, his chest heaved greatly, not only that, even his pupils constricted slightly.

The expression of the whole person...how can I describe it, a little disbelief, a little shock.

It was like seeing the whole world slowly collapsing in front of my own eyes.

Feng Ning was a little confused, so he tentatively stretched out his hand to touch Qing Lang's forehead: "...What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"

"Do not touch me!"

Qing Lang angrily pushed him away in a rough voice.

"Do you have any other illnesses?"

Feng Ning asked with concern.

What's the matter with this kid?It was fine just now, why suddenly started to go crazy again?

"Get out! Get out!"

Until Feng Ning walked out of the house and closed the door for Qing Lang intimately, he still didn't understand what he did wrong.