Xiao Yu once again woke up from the nightmare, the sky was already bright, the thick and long eyelashes were a little moist, and the whole face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold fog. She had a small mouth and gasped.

Suddenly, I saw someone sitting on the edge of the bed, the black back of her face to her, the ink-haired jade crown half-bundle, the long, jade-like hand holding a bamboo slip, the black scorpion gathers to look at it.

Xiao Yu looked at it and thought it was Feng Lingran’s cold god. Looking at it carefully, she thought more.

"Master."

Xiao Yu dreams when she wakes up, and her heart is still a little worried. When she sees the purple clothes, she instinctively sticks out a small hand from the bed, her delicate fingers licking the black sleeves of the purple clothes, and the gold silk embroidered on the sleeves. Her dragon's fingertips just touched the dragon's claws, and gently pulled it. The dragon on the sleeve was like alive, and Xiao Yu's fingers showed a fierce and sinister state, which seemed to bite her finger. Chewed and swallowed.

Feng Lingran put down the bamboo slips in his hand, turned his head and looked at the little hand that pulled her sleeves. The dragon on the sleeves took back the evil, as if it was just an illusion.

"Wake up?" He moved to her face with a cold sweat: "Do you have a nightmare?"

Xiao Yu thought of the terrible nightmare, and plunged into his arms, his body trembled slightly.

Feng Lingran black smashed through the color, feeling the little girl in the arms was afraid, he put her arms in his arms, his cold face was slightly softer.

"Don't be afraid."

He said softly in her ear.

"Master, how long can you control Feng Lingran's body?"

Suddenly, Xiao Yu’s words made the gentleness of the man’s black scorpion that was holding her away, and soon replaced by the haze, and turned into an unfathomable abyss.

"Why would the little girl suddenly ask this question?"

His voice is still gentle, and even a little pet, like a good master who cares about his children.

Xiao Yu’s face is stuck in his arms, and his little hand hugs him tightly, as if he can feel at ease, he can tell himself that the person in front of him is no longer Feng Lingran, but purple, her master. Help her, protect her, and pamper her master. But I don't know why? Even if Xiao Yu holds him like this, he still feels very scared.

The ending of the nightmare was too cruel, and her soul was drowned in the water, becoming a water ghost who could only feel the cold forever. The most hateful thing is that Xia Er and Feng Ling did not let her soul go, but also put the water tank in their room. They listened to the sound of their bed violently shaking and the sound of Feng Lingran. "Children", the souls in her water are ridiculous and infiltrating. Later, she saw the long road of bamboo and said that she was a fox demon who confuses the world. She cast a spell on her in the water tank and melted the limbs of her soul into the water and became a ghost stick.

Well, it’s not a stick, it’s a ghost stick.

Xiao Yu’s little face was pale, twitching his eyelashes and saying: “I’m afraid that the master will leave and will die in the hands of Feng Lingran.”

Feng Lingran black slammed fiercely, and the dark storm was fleeting. He heard the little girl in her arms crying and his arms loosened.

Xiao Yu frowned and raised his pale face: "Master, you just hugged it tightly, and you almost thought you were going to kill the disciple."

Feng Lingran's face is still cold and has not faded. Xiao Yu's heart is slightly shocked. In a blink of an eye, his mouth evokes a touch of laughter: "The master likes you too late, how can you kill you?"

"Master, you are not serious."

Feng Ling suddenly pinched her chin, the beautiful face slightly tilted down, close at hand, almost touched her lips: "Want to know what is not serious? Um?"

Purple clothes, this is... want to kiss her?

Xiao Yu’s head slammed like a blue sky. She pushed his chest hard. He was as steady as a mountain, his eyes were thin, his thin lips would fall on her lips, and Xiao Xiao’s eyes widened.

"Master... can't..."

The voice just fell.

Feng Lingran pushed her to the bed, and the back of the head hit the quilt. It was not a pain, but it was familiar.

I thought he wanted to kiss her. It turned out that she thought more.

Feng Ling was looking at her at the height of her, like a king on the high, looking at the little girl who couldn’t stand the bed, the demon laughed: "Nothing?"

"..." Purple clothes are really hateful, and play her?

Xiao Yu lazy and he cares: "Master, I am hungry."

Feng Ling looked at Xiao Yu, and saw it from the top, and looked at Xiao Yan’s body, and there was a kind of eccentricity of the red fruit in front of him.

"Master, I am hungry." She raised her voice and said loudly.

Feng Ling’s thin lips are hooked on the eccentric smile of the heavens and the earth: “This king will feed you.”

"..." This is a good word, so lyrical!

Two days passed.

Xiao Yu’s body did not wake up, which means that the dream was fake.

The general dreams are also reversed, and it is not true.

The ambassador of the Holy Land was assassinated on the way, but was rescued by the Supreme, and there was no danger, and the sacred grass was not taken away by the thief.

In order to express the salvation of the Supreme, the messenger of the Holy City gave a man of the grass to be auctioned to the Supreme, and the Supreme is willing to **** the messenger of the Holy City to the Imperial Palace of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Nowadays, every move of the Regent’s Palace has been stared at, and it has not been on the court for many days. The emperor is also weakening the power of Feng Lingran in the dark, probably because he wants to temper by the phoenix. How strong is the power of Feng Lingran? See if it is possible to destroy and regain the power of the Regent.

Obviously, the wishful thinking of the emperor is probably to be defeated. Just before the Holy Roman messenger entered the gate of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Feng Ling went up.

The emperor was shocked, and he could hardly believe his eyes. Is Feng Ling really not sick of vomiting blood? How did it take only two days of hard work to recover? That face is not like the beginning of a serious illness!

Is it that Feng Ling knows his actions behind his back? So strong support for the body to go early?

There is even some suspicion in the emperor, Feng Lingran's face is coated with rouge, it will look so good, in order to hide people's eyes and ears.

Sure enough, it is the ambition of the wolf, Feng Lingran is the most favored emperor of the father, and is also the youngest emperor. He holds the power of the three armed forces and the right to review the seal, and will not satisfy the title of the regent and the general.

This splendid country, this golden dragon chair, Feng Lingran has long wanted to take possession of it, replaced it.

"I heard that the Regent King was ridden by the devil, and the Jingyuan was sucked a lot, and he was so badly hurt. Now, at first glance, the Regent King can't see the Jingyuan being sucked by the ghost."

There was a gentle smile on the emperor's face. The words not only said that the phoenix was smashed with evil spirits, but also that the phoenix phoenix might have nothing to do with illness, and the bully was committed.

"Thank you for the emperor's concern." Feng Lingran slightly, as if he could not understand the emperor's words, he continued: "The minister has no amnesty. I heard that the Holy Messenger will arrive in the Eastern Jin Dynasty tomorrow, and the minister will ask the Holy Messenger to live in the Regent Palace. ""

The emperor slightly browed his eyebrows. In the past, which country came to the messenger, Feng Lingran has never been so active. Why is this?

Where the messenger of the Holy Land lived was originally a small matter, and the Regent Government was willing to let the Messenger of the Holy Land stay, which was the face of the great emperor.

But the emperor hesitated, and Feng Ling really wants to collude with the Holy Messenger?

"This will not bother the regent king, and he has arranged for the emperor to live in the palace."

"There are many harem in the palace, I am afraid..."

"There is no need to say more."

The emperor Long Yan was arrogant and saw that Feng Ling was no longer talking. He had a feeling of defeating Feng Lingran.

Father, have you seen it? In this dynasty, 朕 is the real true dragon, the Regent King can only surrender to the feet of the shackles, let him take his life and death.

The old yellow door pointed at the scorpion and shouted "downward." Q8zc

When the emperor turned and left, he did not see the face of Feng Ling’s beautiful and beautiful, and he looked like the sea, as if everything was in his grasp.