This sleep is very heavy. When Xiao Yu opened his eyes, his head was a little heavy, and his eyes were a little fuzzy. He looked at the figure sitting by the bed. She closed her eyes, her eyebrows wrinkled, and when she opened her eyes again. The figure sitting by the bed has stood up.

"Feng Lingran?"

Xiao Yu propped up his body. At this time, shouldn't he go early? How could it appear in her room?

Feng Ling suddenly leaned down, and the slender big palm suddenly pressed on the bed board in her ear. The beautiful face was close, and the faint fragrance was introduced into Xiao Yu’s nose: “What do you want to eat for breakfast? I told the next person to do it. ""

After a pause, I said with a sigh of relief: "If you are tired of the breakfast of the palace, let's go out and eat."

Xiao Yu’s big eyes, looking at the sudden change of a person like Feng Lingran, he took the wrong medicine in the morning? Still have any purpose?

"Do you really take me out for breakfast?"

Xiao Yu suspected that the man who was close at hand could not say that the master gave Feng Lingran medicine? So, Feng Ling turned his temper?

"When did I fool you? Ah?"

He raised his thin lips and smiled lightly, as if he had some demon colors.

Xiao Yu looked at the smile on Feng Lingran's face, and the heart lost some frequency. He did not use the title "The King" today, but used "I".

A bold guess rose in Xiao Yu’s heart.

He is not Feng Lingran.

"Master."

Xiao Yuming looked at Feng Lingran... Oh no, he is purple.

Feng Lingran smiled and pulled Xiao Yu into his arms. His fingertips tapped on her eyebrows: "I finally recognized as a teacher?"

Xiao Yu looked up at the man who hugged her. She felt that everything was so incredible. She would not admit her mistakes. This body is Feng Lingran, and the soul is purple. That is to say, the purple clothes use the same way as her. The body is on the body of Feng Lingran.

"Master, how do you control the soul of Feng Lingran?"

The snow girl once told her that she was very weak and she had a chance to possess. But Feng Ling is not the same, he is so strong, is it because of cold poisoning?

Soon, Xiao Yu denied the thoughts in his mind. It is unlikely that Feng Ling’s cold poisonous episodes, except for the eccentricity of the temper, did not have any abnormalities. Even the martial arts did not degenerate, and the purple clothes had a chance...

"Last night, he slept like a dead pig, and he gave it to the teacher."

Xiao Yu’s delicate little face is a bit stiff, and it’s hard to imagine that Feng Ling’s sleep is like a dead pig.

"Little kid, get out of bed! After eating breakfast, I will take you to the slaves."

Xiao Yu nodded and got up from the bed. Her feet were weak. If he didn't help her, Xiao Xiao almost fell to the ground.

The purple clothes held Xiao Xiao sitting on the edge of the bed, and the twilight looked at her gently: "You are too small, you are too imaginary, help you dress for the teacher!"

"This... how is this going?"

"Is there anything wrong? I am your master. Have you not said that one day is a life for the teacher? Can a father not dress his daughter?"

"But you are not my father after all!"

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is..."

"Well, let the teacher help you put on your clothes and say it! Don't catch cold."

"..."

The jade-like fingers picked up the clothes on the bed and helped her to wear them. When the fingers touched her shoulders, I felt Xiao Xiao’s instinctive tremble. He paused and looked at the place where the fingers had just touched. : "Little fox, are you hurting here?"

Xiao Yu shook his head. The wound here was cruel, it won't hurt, but it was hurt twice. She would instinctively avoid the touch of others. This is the natural reaction of the body.

The purple sable flashed over the demon, no more questions, continued to help her wear clothes, see the shoes on the ground, he kneels down...

Xiao Yu hurriedly jumped out of bed, waiting for him to pick up his shoes, and a pair of white feet slammed on the shoes: "Master, the clothes of the disciple are dressed, let's go!"

Xiao Yu bent over, wearing shoes very quickly, and grabbed the big palm of the purple coat with his little hand.

The purple coat glanced at her white and delicate little hand, and the thin lips raised her smile, and suddenly she picked her up.

"Ah~ Master..."

"Oh, don't call, don't let outside people hear, they will be suspicious."

Xiao Yusheng, Ziyi smiled and hugged her out of the door.

Not a while.

Qin Wen saw Feng Ling in his arms holding Xia Er, Jun face revealed that since Miss Xiao left, there has never been a pleasure, he has wide eyes and his mouth is open to accommodate an egg.

What happened to Wang Ye today? Not only did you not go to the early morning, but also so special to the children? Does the prince not like Miss Xiao? Do you like it?

A thunder was blown up on Qin Wen’s head and turned around. What an incredible thing?

Regent Wangfu, shocked to stop Qin Wen one?

But who knows that the current Feng Lingran is not the regent king they thought, and now the cherished children are not the substitutes they thought.

In a deserted temple in Kyoto, Eastern Jin Dynasty.

A girl who is covered in blood is held in her arms by a woman who is a beautiful woman. His twilight clothes exude a **** smell of death. The beautiful peach blossoms are a cold and gloomy.

A few came in and saw that the red-blooded blood, the blue-thick woman, trembled in her heart. When she saw the woman’s glamorous appearance, they had not had time to get lost in her appearance, and they were blinded by the **** eyes. Scared of the fart.

"Ghost... Ghost!"

The slave’s eyebrows stunned, and the blushing lips were one by one: “The **** thing, it’s noisy that my lady is resting.”

He raised his hand, his sharp nails went up, and he reached out the door. He penetrated the body directly. The whole heart was smashed out. When he was thrown to the ground, he was still beating. The rest of the eyes were scared. Did not faint.

They clamored for the slave slaughter, who can escape this robbery? Q8zc

The bright red nails of the slaves are like the claws of the fate, piercing one body after another, and the heart of one red and one beating is thrown out and thrown on the ground.

Blood, dyed red in front of the temple, like the **** of Shura.

He took back his long nails and murdered, as if it were as simple as stepping on an ant, but the person he wanted to kill was not dead.

The slaves are full of sullen suffocation, Nangong 竹, Zhu Xu, and those in the East Palace who have hurt the lady, he will not let go, he wants them to pay a painful price.

When the purple dress hugged Xiao Yu to the door of the temple, he smelled the blood in the air and saw the body lying on the ground. He glanced at the temple.

At this time, the slave suddenly turned his face and saw "Feng Lingran" holding "cherry child", his red scorpion was crazy killing.

The long nails are soaring, aiming at the heart of "Feng Lingran". These provokes that the ladies and men are all damned, and they are severely punished for their false feelings.

"Slave, stop."

Xiao Yu saw the sharp nails madly killing, she exclaimed.