All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Feng Ning was stunned.

At this moment, countless mixed emotions flashed through his mind.

For example, why did Qing Lang go crazy?Why is there such behavior?

For example, did Qing Lang get scared out of his mind by the Tianjing Stone just now?

For example, did his actions just now give him too much sense of security, making Qing Lang a little agitated and confused at the moment?After all, for tens of thousands of years, after Feng Ning rescued people casually, there were not a few cases where the rescued had wishful thinking and insisted on agreeing with each other with their body.

For example, it turns out that he really blamed Changbai wrongly... But wouldn't it be weird that this kind of thing dragged Qing Lang to apologize?

Oh yes, there is.

... Qing Dahuai must never let Qing Dahuai know about this matter.

But because his thoughts were too chaotic and complicated, he couldn't say a word at the moment, and he seemed a little dazed.

By the time those troubled thoughts were over, he had already missed the best time to push Qing Lang away.

So Qing Lang buried his head in Feng Ning's neck tenderly, his voice was tinged with a strong smile because Feng Ning didn't reject him.

"Master, this time, it's no longer like kissing a piece of wood without feeling it."

Qing Lang still remembered what Feng Ning had said on the Mang Yi Snow Mountain, his hand slowly moved down, and then landed on the position of Feng Ning's heart.

His index finger curled up slightly, tapping on Feng Ning's heart, simulating the beating frequency of Feng Ning's heart.

He looked up at Fengning, his clear gray eyes were full of light and a smile:

"Master's heart beats so fast."

Feng Ning: "..."

Fengning silently pushes Qinglang off her body.

He said very calmly, "Because you are overwhelming me."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang seemed to take a deep breath unwillingly: "...Is that all?"

Feng Ning nodded: "That's all."

The moment Qing Lang jumped up and hugged him, and pushed him down on the bed, all the bones in his body were numb.

He originally wanted to prop up the bed and sit up, but after thinking about it, forget it, there is no need to waste it.

So he changed a comfortable position and direction on the bed, turned his head and said to Qing Lang: "I'm going to rest, you go first, remember to close the door for me."

Qinglang was stunned for a moment, and he asked in disbelief: "...Didn't you ask me why I did that just now?"

Feng Ning thought for a while, and then said: "The young man is full of vigor, so it is understandable to be impulsive."

Feng Ning is really invulnerable and indifferent, making Qing Lang suddenly discouraged.

He pursed his lips, a trace of anger flashed across his face, and he turned around to leave angrily.

But he stopped after taking two steps.

He turned around slowly and walked in front of Fengning.

His brows drooped, and the anger on his face gradually dissipated.

He bent down to take off Fengning's shoes and socks, and helped him cover the quilt.

He pulled the quilt to Fengning's shoulders, then looked into Fengning's eyes, and said, "You should rest first, I'll come back later."

Although his tone softened, he could still hear some anger.

After saying this, he pulled the curtain of the bed, turned around and left step by step.

Under the cover of the heavy bed curtain, the handsome young man's back became hazy and distant.

Feng Jing looked at the back quietly, only feeling sleepy gradually dissipating.

I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

Perhaps the bed in the Demon Realm was not compatible with Feng Ning's natural anger. He lay on this bed for a long time before falling asleep, but he was not very peaceful when he fell asleep.

I vaguely dreamed of some ghosts and sprites.

But later, he vaguely felt that a pair of hands held him.

Those hands were warm and strong, and one could almost feel the beating and rushing meridians and blood inside.

Drive away all the dark and chaotic evil things in his dream.

The night gradually dissipated, and the dream became bright and warm.

Feng Ning actually saw some past events in it.

This happened more than ten years ago. I thought it was not important, and it had been buried by other memories, but at this moment, I suddenly remembered it.

Feng Ning did hug Qing Lang when he was born.

But when Qing Lang grew up, Feng Ning also saw it.

That day Fengning had something to do with Qing Dahuai, so she ran to his residence.

But it happened that Qing Dahuai was not there, and the gate of the courtyard was wide open.

Outside the yard, there was only a child playing alone.

The image of the child was blurred in memory, but it became clear in the dream at this moment.

Gray eyes, small demonic horns, and delicate facial features.

Small, short, walking like a flannel doll.

He was extremely beautiful, not at all like Qing Dahuai, Feng Ning took it for granted that he was someone else's child.

The child was about three or four years old, and he was flying a kite even though he was not walking steadily.

While flying the kite, he walked backwards, seeing that he was about to trip over a stone, Feng Ning hurriedly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, only to prevent a fall accident.

The child's eyes were not so light at that time, they were ordinary gray-black at first glance, he looked at Fengning with these gray eyes, he looked very well-behaved and sensible: "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, he ran to pick up the kite string that had just fallen, and continued to fly the kite.

The kite that the kid was flying was bigger than himself, and the scene looked really interesting.

Feng Ning was even a little uncertain, if the big kite really flew, would it bring the child to the sky?

Feng Ning happened to be idle, so she stood aside and watched for a long time.

But for most of the day, the children didn't raise the kite.

"Do you want me to help?" Feng Ning asked.

The child turned his eyes to look at him, his eyes sparkling.

Feng Ning smiled, cast a spell on the kite, and the kite flew straight into the sky like a bird.

"...Is this a spell?"

The child's eyes are round and round, looking more and more cute, like a curious deer.

Feng Ning smiled and said, "Have you never seen magic spells before?"

The child shook his head: "I'm not good at all. The elders don't let me learn spells, and they don't use spells in front of me."

The child raised his head high, looking at the kite flying in the sky, his eyes sparkled:

"...I've decided that I want to learn spells, even if I'm not good enough."

The child's head was held up very high, the kite was swimming in the sky following the direction of the wind, and his eyes followed the direction of the kite, walking far, far away.

Eyes full of expectations.

"What are you learning spells for?" the child turned to him and asked.

Feng Ning said: "I'm looking for a partner for better dating."

The child rolled his eyes and smiled.

Even though this child is beautiful and well-behaved, the moment he laughed, Feng Ning still felt that he seemed to be laughing at herself.

Sure enough, the child giggled: "You have no ambition!"

The kite was flying high, and the child's gaze followed him away. He held his little fist, raised his eyebrows, and said full of ambition:

"I don't want to fall in love and find a wife. I want to learn the most powerful spells, fly the highest kite, go to the farthest place, and become the most powerful person!"

Fengning slowly opened her eyes.

At a glance, she saw Qing Lang was holding his hand, sleeping on his bedside.

As soon as Feng Ning moved, Qing Lang woke up slowly, raised his head and looked at Feng Ning.

Qing Lang looked at Feng Ning and smiled, gently stroked the hand he was holding, and slowly intertwined his fingers.

Qinglang's face gradually overlapped with the immature and firm face of the child in the dream.

Sure enough it was him.

... to commit crimes.

Feng Ning was a little heartbroken.

Feng Ning decided to awaken the ambition in Qinglang's heart when he was young.

So Feng Ning sat up, coughed lightly, and said to Qing Lang seriously: "Qing Lang, I dreamed about you just now.

Qing Lang's voice was a little hoarse: "...When I was taking a nap, I also dreamed about Master."

Feng Ning was immediately led away: "Huh? What did you dream about?"

Qing Lang didn't speak, just stared at Feng Ning.

Look at his slightly loose neckline because the quilt is too thick and he sweats in his sleep.

Look at the one or two strands of dark black hair hanging down on his white collarbone.

Seeing that his face was also flushed with heat.

It can be seen that his lips are not as pale as before, but become clear and beautiful... with a little pink.

It seems that the traces of being kissed by oneself have not dissipated.

...just like in the dream.

Qinglang's Adam's apple rolled.

Feng Ning tugged at Qing Lang's sleeve again: "What did you dream about?"

Qing Lang didn't answer, he scratched the bed sheet with his fingers, and finally couldn't help but move closer.

He closed his eyes and kissed Feng Ning.

Feng Ning reacted faster this time, he was only stunned for a moment, and quickly pushed Qing Lang away, he frowned and asked: "Qing Lang, what are you doing?"

Qing Lang: "I'm kissing you."

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning took a deep breath and asked, "Is there something wrong with your mind? Why did you suddenly do this kind of thing? You didn't do this before."

Qinglang raised his eyes to look at Fengning, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and repeated what Fengning said earlier:

"Because I'm young at heart and full of vigor, I should be impulsive."

After finishing speaking, he got under the quilt, put his arms around Fengning's waist, and kissed her again.

The boy's actions became more and more extreme, Feng Ning actually felt a little powerless to resist.

Before Qing Lang wanted to go further, Feng Ning firmly held down his hand.

Feng Ning frowned tightly, thinking, if Qing Lang is still not clear-headed, if he continues to be so presumptuous, he will use his mana.

Fortunately, Qing Lang complied with Feng Ning's intention to stop this time.

His hands gradually released from Fengning's belt.

But just as Feng Ning breathed a sigh of relief, Qing Lang hugged her waist again.

Qing Lang buried his face in Feng Ning's neck, and said in a hoarse and soft tone:

"Master, Tu Bai ran away, so you try to have a relationship with me for a long time, okay? I have married you, and I am more suitable for you than him."

Feng Ning froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up with a snap.

Yes, why should he look far away?

He never thought of this path before because...Qing Lang hates him...but now...

Feng Ning lowered her head and glanced at Qing Lang hanging on his body.

...How should I put it, if it weren't for the fact that he didn't smell of alcohol.

Feng Ning even suspected that this person secretly drank the indulgent wine brewed by Dionysus.

Qing Lang rubbed against Feng Ning's neck again, raised his head to kiss his chin and neck lightly, his voice softened, as if he was really well-behaved and sensible:

"I can be good too, and I will be better than him."

After finishing speaking, he lightly bit Fengning's collarbone.

Feng Ning: "..."

A trace of confusion and entanglement flashed across Fengning's brightened eyes.

...Are you sure you are good?