All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

The rumors of "the devil and the flower picker" are burning vigorously.

It actually burned into Qing Dahuai's ears very quickly.

He happily pushed open the door: "Little Shitou, how did I hear that you were picked by a flower picker? Where did the flower picker dare to pick my little stone?"

He is still a sensible person, knowing his great-grandson's current spell level, he will never be taken advantage of by the flower pickers, so he knows that this matter is mostly a rumor, and treats it as a joke.

Unexpectedly, Qing Lang didn't explain, but frowned.

He even smelled of a hangover.

Qing Dahuai's heart sank: "What's going on?"

Qing Lang lowered his eyes, and then explained: "It's just a rumor."

Qing Dahuai frowned: "Since it's a rumor, what kind of wine do you drink?"

Apart from the smell of alcohol, the expression on his great-grandson's face was also very strange, and there was a faint bruise under his eyes, as if he hadn't had a good rest for two or three days.

His mouth trembled, and he suddenly realized: "...is it Feng Ning? He's so wicked that he came here to harass you?!"

Qing Lang put down the scroll and looked up at him: "...again?"

Only then did Qing Dahuai realize that he had slipped his tongue. He coughed twice and said, "...Actually, he has been here for 500 years, but I beat him away every time...Well, little stone, You don't blame Grandpa Zeng for making his own decisions, do you?"

Qing Lang was silent for a while, then lowered his head: "No."

Qing Dahuai breathed a sigh of relief, but soon became angry again: "This old thing really doesn't remember to fight. When I was a little slack in the past two days, I dared to go directly to the magic palace to harass you! You wait! Grandpa Zeng I will avenge you!"

Feng Ning, who was lying at the door eavesdropping, was startled, broke out in a cold sweat, and regretted her reckless actions that day one and one times.

"No need." Fortunately, Qing Lang saved Feng Ning's life with his words, his voice was so calm that it was almost cold, "I've already gotten too angry for him, and I don't want to waste any emotion on him anymore."

Qing Dahuai was stunned.

After a long while, he patted Qing Lang's shoulder with relief, tears gleaming in his small eyes: "Little Shitou, you've finally enlightened!"

He rubbed his eyes, and began to look left and right: "Xiao Ning, where is Xiao Ning, Xiao Ning must have played a role, I have to reward him!"

When Feng Ning heard this, she immediately opened the door with a smile and walked in: "God, Xiao Ning is here! What reward does God want to give Xiao Ning?"

Qing Dahuai: "What do you want?"

Feng Ning: "No matter what God gives, the little ones will take it with both hands!"

Qing Dahuai became more generous this time, and rewarded Feng Ning with a bunch of rare treasures, and Feng Ning happily put them away.

After Qing Dahuai left, Qing Lang glanced at him, and said with a sneer, "I don't know, but I really thought that your inseparability these days has played a big role."

Fengning hung the Qiankun bag on his waist, looked up at Qinglang.

His current body is very young, and when his eyes are round, he looks innocent and clear: "Then what should I do? Do you want me to tell God the truth, saying that you promised him to put me by your side on the surface, but in fact he kept me that day?" Come on, are you throwing me out?"

Qing Lang squinted his eyes unkindly.

Only then did Fengning realize that her words were wrong.

He took a step back and lowered his head: "The villain deserves death."

Even though he said so, there was no trace of fear in his lowered brows and eyes.

Qing Lang frowned, he stepped forward and pinched his chin, lifting his face.

"Xiao Ning"'s eyelashes trembled, and he looked at Qing Lang in a daze, a little absent-minded, and a little flustered.

But there was no fear as it should have.

Qing Lang said in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

It was only then that Feng Ning realized that her "performance" lacked a bit of respect and fear, but it was too late to add this layer of emotion now.

He had no choice but to adapt to the situation and shook his head slowly: "Not afraid."

Qing Lang withdrew his hand and put his back behind his back: "Why are you not afraid, most of the demon servants in this demon palace are afraid of me."

Feng Ning said, "Because you are a good person."

Thousands of wears, no flattery.

Feng Ning strikes while the iron is hot: "Although I don't get along with you much, I still feel that you are not a tyrannical villain who kills innocent people indiscriminately."

Qing Lang didn't seem to believe his nonsense at all, he sneered and asked: "Oh, then what kind of person do you think is a villain?"

Feng Ning pointed at her own face, plausibly saying: "The villain thinks that Feng Ning Shangshen, who is somewhat similar to the villain, is the real villain!"

Qing Lang was very interested: "You haven't seen him before, how do you know he is a villain?"

Feng Ning was filled with righteous indignation: "Although I have never seen him, I can guess based on your conversation with Qing Da Huai Shangshen that the Fengning Shangshen on Guining Mountain, on the surface, is a fairy figure with a breeze and a bright moon, but in fact He is a shameless, rascal, and despicable person. He blindly failed you and hurt you 500 years ago, but he didn’t know how to repent, and came to harass you several times. He is really shameless! He should be scolded, disgusted and stepped on the soles of his feet..."

"Shut up!" Qing Lang interrupted him, with a gloomy face and fierce eyes, "It's not your turn to insult me ​​wantonly!"

Feng Ning: "..."

It's so hard to serve.

I can't even scold you for you.

Feng Ning looked up at Qing Lang, and said in a very confused tone: "Didn't you say that you don't want to waste any more emotion for that person? Why are you still angry when I scolded him?"

Qing Lang's eyes moved slightly, but his expression turned colder: "Go out."

Feng Ning didn't move, but asked instead: "Can the villain come in with tea after going out? Can the villain stay by your side after coming in? Just now the villain was rewarded by the God, so I don't want to go back Lie to him and want to help him do something well."

Qing Lang stared at him for a long time, then suddenly turned to the desk, and said:

"casual."

Feng Ning immediately thanked him with a beaming smile, then turned around and continued to prepare tea for him.

When Qing Lang said "casual", it was really "casual".

After Feng Ning started "inseparable" from him, he began to turn a blind eye to Feng Ning.

Feng Ning wanted to stand in his room, so he let Feng Ning stand there.

Feng Ning wanted to follow him to other places, so he let Feng Ning follow him.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, Feng Ning always feels that Qing Lang seems to be a little angry with him.

Sometimes he took the initiative to say something to Qing Lang, but Qing Lang pretended not to hear.

Sometimes he noticed that Qing Lang seemed to be looking at him, but when he turned his head to look at Qing Lang, Qing Lang looked away with disgust.

why?

Feng Ning couldn't understand.

But... Feng Ning was already very happy when Qing Lang allowed himself to follow him every step of the way.

After all, he hasn't stayed with Qing Lang for a long, long time.

Qing Lang was approving the scrolls, while Feng Ning stood beside her.

Standing a bit bored, he asked Qing Lang: "Can I read a book for a while?"

Qinglang's voice was cold: "It's up to you."

Feng Ning took out a playbook from the Qiankun bag and began to read it with relish.

Feng Ning walked to the window with the book in her hand, and quietly opened the curtain a little bit more, so that the sunlight could shine into this dark place more.

He put the book on the window sill, looked at the snow outside, looked at the blue sky outside, looked at the clouds outside, closed his eyes and felt the wind mixed with plum fragrance outside.

Feng Ning couldn't help closing her eyes, and smiled with her lips bent.

The wind outside is very good, and so are the clouds, but everything is not as good as Qing Lang behind him.

500 years.

He originally thought that he would never be able to stand peacefully with Qing Lang again.

But she didn't expect that he could stand beside him so peacefully, breathing the same air.

Even if Qing Lang didn't talk to him very much, he still didn't want to talk to him.

But Feng Ning heard the sound of Qing Lang turning the pages of the book behind him, breathing, rustling writing... still felt that everything was great.

Not far away, a red plum blossom is blooming beautifully.

Feng Ning also felt that a beautiful flower was slowly blooming on his heart.

In the evening, due to the appointment of the new East Altar Master, a relatively luxurious dinner party was held in the main hall of the Demon Palace.

As the devil's personal servant, Feng Ning naturally followed.

The dance of Demon Realm is very different from the dance of Heavenly Court, it is very charming, Feng Ning was dumbfounded watching it.

At the banquet in the heavenly court, there are all kinds of fairies in white clothes, wearing long robes and long sleeves, circling in the air and scattering flower petals.

The witches at the Demon World Banquet are all dressed coolly, with lotus-white arms twisting like boneless, and their whole bodies are as soft as snakes, with bold makeup and charming eyes, staring straight at the demon on the main seat. Jun.

Feng Ning followed the witch's eyes to look at Qinglang, only to realize that Qinglang was rather strange, instead of looking at the beauty, he was staring straight at him, the demon servant.

"Did the dance look good?" Qing Lang asked suddenly, his eyes were dark and he couldn't tell the emotion.

Feng Ning nodded: "It's pretty."

Qing Lang: "Where is it beautiful?"

Feng Ning replied sincerely: "Beauties are good-looking."

To be honest, their dance was too snake-like, Feng Ning couldn't appreciate it.

Qinglang was silent for a moment, and said in a somewhat subtle tone: "Do you want to reward you for being a beauty?"

Feng Ning: "...isn't that good?"

These beauties are obviously here for the devil, if they are rewarded as a slave, they will cry to death.

Qing Lang gave him a cold look, and then said: "Since you know it's not good, why are you staring at him?"

Feng Ning suddenly came to his senses, and immediately said, "It's the villain's fault! All the beauties in the world are the beauties of Lord Mojun, how dare the villain think about it!"

Qinglang's complexion suddenly became even uglier, and he only said: "Don't forget your identity, do your part well."

duty?

Feng Ning looked down, and suddenly found that the other altar owners had demon servants serving them to drink and eat fruit. In comparison, the Lord Demon Lord poured his own drink, and the ostentation seemed not as good as others.

Feng Ning hastily took Qing Lang's flagon and filled him with wine, and then followed the example of others and fed the devil himself with fruit.

In fact, Qing Lang didn't say that most of the demon servants who were brought to the banquet by the altar masters to peel and feed the fruits with their own hands were not so serious little slaves.

So just looking around, I saw that other demon servants were feeding grapes, all of them had elegant postures, their fingers were slender, and the master's tongue touched the grape flesh on his fingertips, which was very charming and ambiguous.

And Qinglang's little demon servant... was feeding him mangoes.

Qing Lang looked at Feng Ning's hand of butter after peeling the skin, and the mango in his hand that was as big as a face and full of bumps, and was silent for a while: "Don't eat it."

So Feng Ning started to crack the durian again.

Qing Lang: "...others are feeding grapes."

Feng Ning looked serious: "But grapes are cheap. You are a devil, so you naturally want to eat the best ones. Moreover, grapes have seeds, so it won't be elegant for you to eat them."

Qing Lang: "Maybe it's a seedless grape."

Feng Ning glanced at him, picked up a grape and put it in her mouth to eat.

He frowned, and spat out the seeds: "Devil Lord, there are seeds."

Qing Lang looked at the subordinates and the prince sitting down who were gracefully swallowing the grape meat into their mouths without changing their expressions, and suddenly lost his voice.

Feng Ning always thought that the witches who danced at the beginning were prepared for Qinglang, after all, the eyes of those witches are really straightforward, explicit and seductive.

But I didn't expect that when the banquet was coming to an end, a demon prince clapped his hands and presented a bunch of beautiful men of all kinds.

These handsome men are all different in appearance, only their body shape...they are all the same as Feng Ning.

And everyone wore exactly the same plain white boots on their feet.

It was only then that Feng Ning realized that these beauties were all found by the prince according to Qing Lang's description of the "flower picker".

The prince squinted a pair of fox eyes, and smiled ambiguously at Qinglang: "I have heard about my cousin's affair, how can I not express it as a brother? These are some of my thoughts, Lord Mojun, please accept it. "

Qinglang stared at him for a while, then suddenly ordered Fengning lightly: "Go and help me choose one."

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment: "...why did you choose?"

Qing Lang raised his eyes to look at him, and smiled coldly: "What do you think?"

Feng Ning's mind was in chaos.

He is not stupid either, and he has read a wide variety of playbooks.

He had already guessed that someone would give Qing Lang a beauty, but he didn't guess that Qing Lang would really want it.

But...but why didn't Qinglang want it?

He has broken the marriage contract and has no bondage. He is still young and full of vigor.

He has no memory of himself, only hatred, and now even the hatred is almost gone.

...Why would he refuse the beauty that came to his door?

Feng Ning pressed the inexplicably congested chest, looked at Qing Lang, and suggested very seriously: "Is it too little for one, and it's a pity, why don't you take them all? You can exchange them, too. Will get tired."

Qing Lang smiled and put the wine glass on the table: "...Okay."

It's just that he seemed to be a little too excited, and with more strength, the wine glass became torn apart as soon as it was placed on the table.