All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Feng Ning was about to be strangled to death.

The pain came from the neck and spread to the whole body, and the limbs began to struggle subconsciously, but they ushered in a more forceful confinement.

A weak sound and moan came from Feng Ning's throat, but it seemed broken because of the pain.

Qing Lang leaned over, as if trying to hear what he was saying.

...closer.

Feng Ning lost his mind at this moment, he looked at the long-lost face in front of him, and thought:

This close distance is suitable for kissing.

rather than murder.

No matter who the two of them are, they can kiss each other with just a little movement.

So Fengning moved a little.

Kissed him.

Qing Lang froze all over.

The strength in his hand also subconsciously loosened a little.

It's now!

Feng Ning pushed Qing Lang away, rolled under the bed, and immediately used the teleportation technique to escape from here.

Qing Lang didn't realize that the man had escaped until he saw the candlestick knocked down and the candles crashing to the ground.

"Snapped!"

The gorgeous jade pillow at hand was angrily thrown to the ground, and instantly became torn apart.

His eyes were cold, and his whole body was trembling with anger.

"Come on!"

After Feng Ning escaped, she hurriedly deciphered her invisibility technique, and changed back into Xiao Ning's appearance and clothing.

Squatting by the lake, looking at the clear water, he touched his red neck from being pinched, and then performed a healing technique to restore everything.

perfect.

Feng Ning stood up, touched her lips, and the more she thought about it, the more witty she felt.

Fengning, why are you so smart? !

The situation just now was so critical, you could have escaped with wit!What else can't you do? !

only……

The smile on Fengning's face faded, and a hint of worry slowly surfaced.

...Qing Lang must be mad.

Qing Lang was really going crazy.

He looked at everyone, hardly knowing where to vent his anger:

"Are you people just a display? You allowed that thief to slip into my room and stay all night?!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the dormitory dropped to freezing point, and everyone knelt down in panic.

This made Feng Ning, who stood at the end, very embarrassed.

Is he going to kneel?

He is the god of the heavens, and it seems that he cannot kneel casually.

If he kneels down, will Qing Lang lose his life?

How much life will be lost?

But in this scene, it's not good if you don't kneel.

What if he falls to the ground?

What if he puts his hands on the ground when he kneels, and his knees are suspended?

Feng Ning slowly bent her knees, and began to think about the feasibility of this posture.

"You." Qing Lang's voice suddenly sounded.

Feng Ning raised his head as if he had a premonition, and sure enough, Qing Lang was looking at him with disgust.

"Stand in the corner, face the wall, and don't let me see your face."

Feng Ning: "Yes."

Then he immediately ran to the corner and stood happily.

After Qing Lang finished training, the patrolling guards and maids who opened the door went to receive their punishment one by one.

Only the chief guard in charge of defense, the chief attendant in charge of internal affairs, Xiao Xi and Feng Ning were left in the room.

The guard's head was covered with cold sweat, and he boldly asked: "Devil Lord, I have neglected my duty in this matter, but...in order to catch the thief as soon as possible, I also ask Lord Demon Lord to inform him of his appearance and characteristics."

With a dark face, Qing Lang said: "Male, thinner, about the same height as you... His spells are advanced."

... Qing Lang can see so much.

Feng Ning was also a little nervous.

Chief Guard: "Then... what did that thief do when he spent the night with you? Did he act abnormally?"

Qing Lang's expression became even more gloomy: "Is this important?"

Chief Guard: "No...it's not important, I'll look for it right away."

"Wait a minute!" The waiter suddenly said, pointing to the bed, "Master Mojun, this, this does not seem to be your shoe!"

Feng Ning was startled, and turned her head to look under the bed.

... Sure enough, he took off his shoes before climbing into bed last night, and they left them here when he left.And after he lifted the invisibility, he directly changed into Xiao Ning's face and clothes, so he didn't find the lost pair of shoes.

Now that the invisibility technique has been solved, the shoes have returned to their real bodies.

The texture of this pair of shoes is relatively plain white, but what can be used is the best brocade, with some patterns of auspicious clouds embroidered on it.

...It's okay, it's okay.

Feng Ning patted her chest to comfort herself.

Those were just the most common shoes, Qing Lang couldn't find anything.

Even so, he hiccupped nervously.

It was quiet inside.

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning covered her mouth, almost wanting to touch her dumb acupoint.

Qing Lang narrowed his eyes: "Why, do you have anything to say?"

Feng Ning had no choice but to turn around: "...Well, the villain has a trick..."

"Turn over!"

Feng Ning: "...Oh."

Feng Ning stood facing the wall again, and said slowly: "Since the thief dropped the shoe, we must make full use of this shoe. Why don't we take this shoe and let everyone try it on, if anyone can wear this shoe shoes, then whoever is the most likely suspect. I heard that there is a prince from a country in the mortal world who found his runaway bride through this method."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Feng Ning turned her head carefully and took a peek.

I saw that Qing Lang looked at him like a fool.

"...You really aren't smart." Qing Lang gave the definition with a look of disgust.

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning silently turned her head and continued to face the wall.

But now he felt a little more relaxed.

Of course Feng Ning knew that this method was ridiculous.

But it doesn't matter, he just needs to say something, show his calmness at the moment, and then remove his suspicion.

Besides, the size of these shoes does not match his current body size.

Since Lord Demon Monarch refused to say what the thief did in his room that night, the search for the thief started vigorously for two days, and then suddenly fell silent.

It's just that this weird and confusing incident quickly aroused heated discussions among everyone.

Why can't Lord Demon King have such high mana but not be able to find the thief all night?

Why is Lord Mojun unwilling to tell what the thief did that night?

Why did the thief stay in the devil's bedroom all night and took off his two shoes by the bed?

Oh, and why, after the incident, when the first batch of guards rushed in, Mr. Mojun's bed was messy and his face was crimson?

"Blushing may be due to anger." Feng Ning put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, and explained seriously, "After all, the thief ran away in his hands, so he must be angry."

"No, no, no!" Guard A had a smirk on his face, "When we rushed in, Demon Lord was blushing, his lips were also red, and there was a little water... It was just... hehehe..."

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning hung his head with a guilty conscience and began to drink the soup.

Xiaoxi was shocked when he heard this: "Then what you mean is that the devil... the devil was actually tarnished by the powerful flower pickers?!"

"Pfft!" Feng Ning spat out a mouthful of soup.

Guard A casually patted the rice grains that splashed on his body, and continued to discuss with Xiaoxi excitedly: "Besides, according to my brothers' speculation, the devil is actually not angry at being picked by the flower picker, but angry at the flower picker who finished picking it." just ran away..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Feng Ning choked on the rice grains just now, and coughed to death.

"Hey, I'm not talking nonsense. The chief guard also proposed yesterday that the shoe should be dismantled, and he was looking for where the fabric and needlework came from, but the devil refused to give it. Obviously this is to see People who think about things..."

Feng Ning really couldn't stand listening to their nonsense here, so he packed the table and left the cafeteria.

Now it's time for rest, Feng Ning has nowhere to go, so he strolled to Qing Lang's residence again.

Feng Ning originally thought that Qing Lang was working hard again.

But who would have expected that he was drinking during the day.

Qing Lang was leaning on the mahogany couch, his blue hair hanging down, his neckline slightly open, his pale fingers holding the sapphire jug and pouring it directly into his mouth, the wine next to him drank a whole jar, but his face was pale, and he couldn't see Drunk or not.

Feng Ning knew that he didn't want to see her face, so she took a handkerchief to cover her face, knocked on the door, and walked forward.

"Mojun, I will pour wine for you."

Qing Lang didn't tell him to get out, and didn't let him continue to stand facing the wall, but just watched him quietly.

Feng Ning stepped forward, half squatted on the ground, took the jug from his hand with downcast eyes, and poured a glass of wine for Qing Lang.

"Please."

Qing Lang didn't take his wine glass, just raised his eyelids to look at him, and asked, "Why are you wearing a face scarf?"

Feng Ning replied truthfully: "Because you don't want to see my face, my face resembles a human being, and you will be angry if you see it."

Qing Lang asked suddenly: "Do you think I care about him?"

It was clearly an inquiry sentence, but because Qing Lang's eyes were too calm and his tone of voice was too steady, it seemed that he was talking to himself.

Feng Ning didn't know how to answer this question.

But the next moment, Qing Lang stretched out his hand.

Feng Ning thought that he was going to drink, so she moved the glass closer, but Qing Lang walked around his glass and reached out to touch his face scarf.

Feng Ning's body froze, only feeling that the touch Qing Lang left him was extremely strong.

He could feel Qing Lang's cold fingers touching the edge of his face towel, he could feel Qing Lang flexing his fingers, his knuckles touching his cheek, and then the face towel was pulled off his face.

Qing Lang's fingers were obviously cold, but the place where his fingertips touched was scorching hot.

Qing Lang stared at his face for a while, then suddenly sneered: "That's all."

After finishing speaking, he took the wine glass in Feng Ning's hand and drank it down in one gulp.

Feng Ning didn't know what this sentence meant.

After all, your face is not so similar to his.

Still, I didn't really care that much.

Qing Lang put the empty cup on the table, Feng Ning poured wine for him.

Qing Lang continued to drink lazily, raised his eyes slightly, and his voice was finally tainted with drunkenness: "From now on, you don't need to cover your face, just stay with me normally."

He paused, and for the first time in his life, he called out the demon slave's name: "...Xiao Ning."

After shouting, he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, and said in an almost self-deprecating tone: "...the name and this face are nothing special."

Feng Ning lowered her eyes.

Qing Lang glanced at the pair of plain white shoes in the corner, and ordered in a cold tone: "Throw away those shoes later, it's bad luck."

Feng Ning: "Yes."

After Qing Lang drank another glass of wine, he fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Ning suddenly understood the meaning of Qing Lang's words just now.

...It turned out to be the latter.

Feng Ning thought.

In addition, he also understood two things.

First, Qing Lang recognized that the "thief" who broke into the bedroom that night was Feng Ning.

Second, Qing Lang is finally going to let him go, even letting go of his hatred.

What a joy.

Notwithstanding.

Early the next morning, the hangover Lord Mojun woke up with his head covered, looked at the empty corner of the wall, and his face immediately became gloomy: "Where are the shoes?"

Xiaoxi thoughtfully brought him hangover soup, Fengning stood aside and explained: "You asked me to throw it away last night."

Lord Mojun's face immediately became ugly.

But it didn't take a moment for him to remember what happened after drinking last night.

It is indeed what he ordered, and I can't blame others.

He pursed his thin lips: "Go out."

After the two demon slaves went out, Qing Lang took another look at the clean, empty corner of the wall.

He touched his chest and took a deep breath.

It's okay to throw it away, it's time to throw it away!

That person hadn't appeared for 500 years, but as soon as he appeared, he slept with him, hugged him, kissed him, and finally ran away? !

what? !

He didn't care what kind of twitch Fengning's brain was doing to do such incomprehensible things.

He, one, point, son, all, no, in, meaning!