All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

It wasn't until she saw Qing Lang's unbelievable eyes that Feng Ning realized what he had said.

……like?

He just said...he likes Qinglang?

Feng Ning was also shocked by her own words, even the sourness and grievance rising in her heart gradually stopped.

It turns out that his dull thoughts, entangled emotions, and inexplicable behaviors are all because...he likes Qinglang?

So this is ah.

Feng Ning suddenly realized.

He suddenly felt something slipped from his face.

Reach out and touch.

It was water stains.

Is this... tears?

Everything that happened today was beyond Feng Ning's imagination, he blinked his eyes hard in disbelief, but nothing came out.

"...What are you doing?" Qing Lang's eyes became a little strange.

"Squeeze tears." Feng Ning replied sincerely, and he handed the tears that were about to dry up at his fingertips to Qing Lang as a treasure, with some show-off joy in his tone, "Look, I cried, so I like you .”

Qing Lang: "..."

Qing Lang was almost driven crazy by Feng Ning.

To be honest, the moment Fengning confessed to him in tears, he was really shaken, but now, looking at Fengning's smiling face, he felt that his wishful thinking had been completely shattered.

Qinglang knocked off Fengning's hand stretched out in front of him, his expression was gloomy, a storm rose in his eyes, he seemed to be even more angry: "Fengning! Do you think I will believe you if you play these tricks?! "

Feng Ning looked at Qing Lang in a daze, only to see the corners of Qing Lang's lips curled up, and the voice was full of sarcasm and malice: "What? You think that if you pretend to like me, I will be grateful and beg for mercy like a dog. Come over? Fengning, I am no longer the fool I was 500 years ago, your likes are worthless to me, so stop acting in front of me, you will only make me feel sick!"

Feng Ning was stunned.

A dull sore emotion tugged at his heart and sank, sinking.

Until it sank to the bottom of the sea, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He suddenly remembered.

Qing Lang didn't like him anymore, Qing Lang didn't like him long ago, Qing Lang even hated him very much.

What Qing Lang likes now is the queen of the underworld, and he wants to marry the queen of the underworld.

So what's the point of him knowing his own mind?

Feng Ning felt that something was lightly piercing his heart, and every time he took a breath, his heart ached.

...It turns out that falling in love with others is not good at all.

It will only make yourself uncomfortable.

Fengning thought in her heart.

He lowered his eyebrows, turned around and walked out.

However, Qing Lang tightly clenched his wrist, so strong that it almost crushed his wrist bone.

"Where are you going?!" Qing Lang couldn't hide his anger.

Feng Ning looked up at him, and said slowly: "You don't like me, what am I still doing here? I'm going back to Ningshan."

She clearly knew that Feng Ning lied to him when she said she liked him.

However, looking at Feng Ning's slightly trembling eyelashes and disappointed eyes, Qing Lang still felt pain in his heart for no reason.

Just in case, just in case... What Feng Ning said is true...

Qing Lang wavered shamefully again.

No, it's impossible.

Qinglang took a deep breath, interrupting his fantasy of being humble like an ant.

He pulled Feng Ning in front of him, looked down at him, sneered, and said, "Come if you want, leave if you want, what place do you think my magic palace is?! You are in a hurry to leave now, is it because you see things come to light , want to quickly report the information you found in the Demon Realm to the Heavenly Emperor?!"

Feng Ning frowned, and explained: "No, I will not tell the Emperor of Heaven about your alliance with the underworld, nor will I do anything that is not good for you. Even if you fight in the future, I will not intervene."

Qing Lang sneered: "Why should I trust you?"

Feng Ning was silent for a while, looked into Qing Lang's eyes, and said in a low voice: "Let me go, Qing Lang, I will never come to the Demon Realm again, and I will never disturb you again."

I don't know which word in Fengning's words stung Qinglang, he clenched Fengning's arm even more tightly, his eyes filled with gloom: "Let's go? You have a good idea! You are not allowed to go anywhere until my great cause in the devil world is completed." !"

"Daye?" Feng Ning's heart tightened, "Are you really going to join forces with the underworld to attack the Heavenly Court?"

Qing Lang: "Since you already know, then I can't let you go!"

Feng Ning: "..."

Didn't you tell me yourself?

Immediately afterwards, Qing Lang roughly grabbed Feng Ning's arm and walked towards the bookcase.

I saw him pick up a book from the bookcase, press a raised mechanism on the bookcase, the whole bookcase was separated from the middle, and a secret room was revealed.

Feng Ning was dumbfounded.

...Isn't this really imitated from my secret room in Duyu Pavilion?

However, this secret room is clearly more delicate than Feng Ning's.

Fengning's Duyu Pavilion looks fresh and elegant, but the secret room is a bit dull and gloomy.

Qing Lang is just the opposite.

His dormitory looks gloomy and dull, but the secret room is elegant in style, except that there is no window, it is a replica of Duyu Pavilion.

There are tables, chairs, and beds here, and the Eternal Day Technique has been used. Even if there are no windows, it is brighter than Qinglang's bedroom.

Qing Lang pushed Feng Ning to sit on the bed, then took out a fairy rope and tied his left wrist.

Feng Ning looked along the bundle of fairy ropes, only to find that the other end of the bundle of fairy ropes was actually embedded in the ground. It seemed that the bundle of fairy ropes had already been prepared when the secret room was built.

Feng Ning stared at the secret room and the fairy rope for a long while, then slowly raised her eyes to look at Qing Lang, and said slowly:

"Qinglang, I am a god who has lived for tens of thousands of years, do you really think that the enchantment and the immortal rope in this secret room can trap me?"

After all, when Qinglang "forced the marriage" back then, he also used the immortal rope, but Fengning broke it in an instant.

Qing Lang laughed.

He was originally good-looking and handsome, but now he is smiling with his lips curled up in this secret room, but he has added a bit of a chilling evildoer: "Then God, take a good look, this bundle of fairy ropes is made of What is it made of?"

Feng Ning suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

He stretched out his hand to explore this bundle of fairy ropes, and he was horrified: this bundle of fairy ropes is actually made of living tendons!

The so-called living tendons refer to the muscles and bones of a living person.

Different from ordinary ropes made of dragon tendons, this living tendon is extracted from living people, and its tenacity also changes with the spiritual power of the person who took the tendon. The fairy rope is more difficult to break free.

The reason why it is called living tendon is also because it is "alive".It is extracted from a living person, and it can return to the living person's body in the future. It is a part of the body that was put outside. Therefore, the owner of this "living tendon" can clearly perceive the state of this tendon, Can perceive the situation of the tied person at any time.

At the same time, if this tendon is forcibly broken by someone, the owner of the tendon... will also lose his soul.

Feng Ning was so frightened that she didn't dare to move.

He looked at Qing Lang in shock, like looking at a madman.

Seeing Feng Ning's expression, Qing Lang smiled even more beautifully: "I still remember that God once praised me for having excellent tendons. If my tendons were constricted, it would be stronger than the fairy rope made of dragon tendons. Now Shangshen can take a good look at the fairy rope in your hand and see that the bottom talisman does not meet your expectations."

Feng Ning: "..."

It's over, the kid is crazy.

Seeing that Feng Ning immediately calmed down, Qing Lang smiled with satisfaction: "It seems that this immortal rope is really the best."

Feng Ning grabbed his sleeve and said urgently: "Qinglang, you put this tendon back into your body, I won't run away, and I won't tell the truth, it's very dangerous if you're not careful, Do you know that the soul is flying away..."

Qing Lang pulled out his sleeve from his hand, and said with a sneer, "Why should I trust you?"

Feng Ning looked sincerely, and stretched out three fingers: "I really won't run away, I swear! I like you, and I won't lie to you."

"Like me?" Qing Lang gritted his teeth and said viciously, "Don't let me hear you say such nonsense again, do you think I'll be fooled by you again?"

Fengning was dumbfounded for a moment.

"Just stay here and don't go anywhere!"

After saying that, Qing Lang turned around and left.

Seeing his angry back, Feng Ning took two quick steps, he opened his mouth, and finally shouted loudly: "Qing Lang, I really like you, I'm not lying to you!"

"Shut up!" Qing Lang knocked Feng Ning down on the bed with fierce aura, his eyes were fierce, "If you dare to say such words again, I will kill you!"

Feng Ning quickly shut her mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Qing Lang walked out quickly, and slammed the door of the secret room.

But if you look carefully, you will find that he is in a hurry, a little bit embarrassed, and left here as if fleeing for his life.

There are no windows here, and the Eternal Day spell is being cast, and no sound from outside can be heard.

Fengning fell asleep when she was sleepy, and got up when she woke up.

I don't know how many days have passed.

Qing Lang never came to look for him.

...Maybe you are busy with your marriage these two days?

Feng Ning thought a little dejectedly.

As soon as she thought of Qinglang flirting with the queen of the underworld outside, Feng Ning suddenly felt that it was very unbearable to stay in this secret room.

His mood became more and more irritable, and he almost couldn't help but want to smash all the beds here.

At this moment, with a bang, the secret room was opened.

Green Lang?

Feng Ning turned her head to look expectantly.

It really is him.

However, Qing Lang was drunk, smelled of alcohol all over his body, and wobbled a lot when walking, very unsteady.

Feng Ning was afraid that he would fall, so she hurried over to help him.

But after getting closer, he found that there were red dark lines on the clothes Qing Lang was wearing today.

It doesn't look like ordinary clothes, it's a little dignified.

Fengning's heart tightened.

...Isn't it...the hi bar you drink?

Thinking of this, the hand that he originally wanted to help Qinglang dropped.

But Qing Lang came over suddenly, stood in front of Feng Ning, and lightly slammed his head on Feng Ning's shoulder.

Qinglang closed his eyes, his voice was hoarse: "Fengning, why did you lie to me?"

Feng Ning: "What did I lie to you?"

Qing Lang's tone was slightly aggrieved: "You lied to me that you liked me."

Feng Ning said helplessly: "...I didn't lie to you, I really like you."

Qing Lang was a little angry: "Liar!"

Feng Ning: "..."

But after a long while, he put his arms around Fengning's waist again, with a low and hoarse voice: "...you say it again."

Feng Ning: "Say what?"

Qing Lang rubbed his head against Feng Ning's neck: "Tell me you like me, even if it's fake, I want to hear it."

Feng Ning was silent for a while, then suddenly pushed him away quietly.

He looked into Qing Lang's eyes and said, "Qing Lang, aren't you going to get married?"

Qing Lang's expression was a little dazed: "What kind of marriage?"

"Qing Dahuai said." Feng Ning said calmly, "It said that you and the queen of the underworld were going to get married."

Qing Lang frowned: "Grandpa Zeng misheard, we wanted to form an alliance, but he heard it as marriage."

Feng Ning blinked blankly.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

He only felt a surge of joy welling up in his heart, making his whole body warm up and his palms sweating.

He licked his lips, his voice was dry and a little trembling: "Then...the purple kite ring, did you take that ring?"

Qing Lang: "No."

Feng Ning: "Why didn't you accept it?"

Qing Lang was drunk and his consciousness was blurred. He tilted his head with a confused expression: "Why do you have to accept it?"

Feng Ning stared blankly at Qing Lang, then suddenly grinned: "Qing Lang, I like you."

Qing Lang gently hugged Feng Ning's waist, put the tip of his nose against Feng Ning's, and begged in a low voice: "...Say it again."

Feng Ning quickly kissed his mouth, said with a smile: "I like you, I like you."

Qing Lang closed his eyes, hugged Feng Ning into his arms, and kissed her tenderly.