Yesterday, I finally said that I passed Feng Lingran and released the purple clothes.

In the luxurious carriage of luxury.

Xiao Yu’s man with a purple robe around him, lazy and ringing his arms, his face was a little colder, and he was a little more sullen, especially the cold black scorpion, which became more and more He is the phoenix of the ghost.

The purple eye saw Xiao Yu’s eyeball sticking to himself. His thin lips evoked a touch of demon laughter: “The little child, I haven’t seen it for many days, your eyes are told to be a teacher. Your thoughts on the teacher are like a river. Unstoppable. Moved by the teacher!"

Xiao Yu turned a blind eye and still worked as a master! Only when Feng Lingran was released, he was tempted to play, and the morality of the teacher was detrimental.

"Furious and hurt the liver, I am very sad, Master, you must take care."

The purple coat brows a glimpse, posing an unhappy look.

"Little, are you cursing as a teacher?"

“The disciple is caring for the master.”

"Really?"

"Ok."

Xiao Yugang nodded, a slender jade hand, dragged her into her arms. Xiao Yu’s face turned pale in an instant. She looked up and looked at his ridiculously smiling eyes. The fear in Xiao’s heart disappeared little by little.

Just a moment ago, she almost thought it was Feng Lingran. She was poisoned by the animal for a long time. She was really afraid that he would pretend to be a purple dress to fool her.

"Little kid, what's wrong with you? The little face is so white? I am afraid of being a teacher? Um?" The long-haired fingers of Ziyi squeezed on Xiao Yu’s face, waiting for her to answer, and said: "Less."

Xiao Xiao’s face was deformed by the purple clothes. She patted his hand and frowned. “Master, you still leave Feng Lingran’s body!”

The purple clothes glared at Xiao Yu, and the right hand did not know where to change a medicinal herb. When Xiao Yu talked, it was stuffed into her mouth.

The entrance of the medicinal herbs was instant, and a sweetness rolled down. For a moment, Xiao Yan felt relaxed and comfortable.

The purple clothes slowly said: "First cure the slaves, something else, let's talk about it in a few days!"

Xiao Yu vaguely felt that something was wrong. She knew very well that the purple clothes did not covet the body of Feng Lingran. If he really wanted to live in the human form, he could already be attached to other people's bodies.

The soul of the purple coat is proud, and it is attached to the body of Feng Lingran, also for her.

Just why, now she thinks that purple clothes don't seem to want to leave Feng Lingran's body? Or, what means did Feng Ling control the purple clothes?

As if I saw Xiao Yu’s thoughts, the purple clothes finger tapped her pretty cute nose, and smiled and said: “The little child, don’t think about it, and plan to be a teacher.”

It didn't take long for the carriage to arrive at the house of Wan Yuyu.

Xiao Yu and Ziyi got off the bus and saw Wan Haoyu carrying a baggage on his body, walking away with anger, and said loudly in his mouth.

"You and Xiao Yu are both grandfathers, Lao Tzu can't wait for you, this man, Lao Tzu is now no matter what, Lao Tzu is away from home. Butler, you are going to the Regency Palace now, let Feng Ling adjust a thousand soldiers to hold the house. Don't let the lord inside find death. If the lord inside is dead, Xiao Yu’s lord will overturn the regent’s palace and the troubles here.”

Xiao Yu’s mouth was pumping and he looked at the stunned Wan Yuyu. What happened? Slave... The slave is going to die?

The housekeeper's eyebrows can catch flies, and seeing Feng Lingran and Xiao Yu coming from the door, his face is completely new and said: "Where is the son, who are you coming? Regent and Xiao girl are coming."

Xiao Yu came to the house of Wan Yu Yu, but the housekeeper naturally knew.

"What happened? How is the slave?"

Xiao Yu walked to the front of Wan Yuyu and asked with a frown.

Wan Yu's two eyes caught fire: "Let's go and see it yourself! Since Ling Ran also came here, after reading it, I took the man inside, and the son of the son is too small to accommodate the big Buddha. ”

Don't die in him, suffocating.

Xiao Yu no longer asked, from the side of Wan Yu feathers, ran in.

Wan Yuyu moved to Feng Lingran's body and suddenly felt that something was wrong. I couldn't say it for a while. When Feng Ling went in, Wan Haoyu opened his eyes and suddenly thought that Feng Ling would never come. His house, if there is something, will basically ask the Qin Guanjia to send Xiaoqi to find him to go to the Regent Palace.

It’s really rare today, and Feng Ling’s noble foot is willing to visit his humble house.

Xiao Yu has a very good memory. When I came over there, I basically had a live map in my mind. She soon found a slave.

The room is full of medicinal taste, mixed with **** smell.

Xiao Yu saw the overturned medicinal juice, and there were several broken medicine bowls lying on the ground. The mattresses were put down to cover the people inside, but the weak cough was Xiao Yuyao. Familiar sound.

"Roll, no one is allowed to come in."

In the bed, suddenly the voice of slavery and anger was heard. It seemed that a few women’s softness was lost. A little more masculine, but still can be heard to be weak.

Xiao Yu strode in, and when the little hand smashed the bed, suddenly, the bright red pointed nails buckled his neck.

"Little... Miss..."

The slaves saw the people, the violent anger in the blood disappeared instantly, and the long nails shrank back. Seeing a **** mark on Xiao Yan's soft neck, the slaves were filled with remorse.

Xiao Yu didn't care about the scar on his neck. He saw that the slave's face was full of blood, his chin was thin and thin, and the red lips were once red. At the moment, if it was transparent, she was half worried and generally angry.

"Do you still know that I am your lady?" Xiao Yu leaned over and grabbed the hand of the slave who shivered backwards. He said coldly: "Without my permission, you are adept at leaving the Regent Palace and going to the palace to deal with bamboo." Virtual, if I rushed in time, you almost died in the palace. That's it, I am your loyal guardian. Later, you are seriously injured, I let Wan Yuyu take care of you, I want to take some things on my head. I have handled it, and I will pick you up again. It is really disappointing to see you look like this."

At the time of the palace, her soul was beaten out by bamboo, and she almost died. She was so hard to integrate with her own body, and was designed by the cherished child. Xiao Yu knew that the bamboo was not removed, but it was still for the slaves. The scourge, she will count on the plan, thinking of fighting this life, but also to kill the bamboo.

She knew that the slaves were protecting her, but why didn't she care for the slaves?

The slaves looked at Xiao Yu and saw her eyes red. It seemed that the heart was guilty of a great grievance. The slaves were shocked. What did they understand?

"Miss, the slave is wrong, and the slave should not worry you."

The slaves were so mad that they thought of the palace. Xiao Yu carried him out of the bamboo room and let him leave first. What happened later, although no one told him, he could guess if he thought about it. A few minutes, if not, how can the lady return to her body for no reason?

In this different world, she experienced so many, even life and death, she is no longer an ignorant girl.

Xiao Yu sighed and looked at the slave, and couldn't bear to blame her again: "Slavery, I only hope that you can get better soon, promise me?"

The slave heard the sound of Xiao Yu's voice softening. His nose was sour and he had the urge to cry.

The man did not shed tears, and the slaves forced the tears back.

At this time.

The purple coat walked into the room, and behind him was Wan Yuyu.

Waiting for Wan Yuyu to enter the door, the purple dress turned and closed the door.

"There is nothing wrong with you here, you can continue to run away from home."

"..."

Wan Yuyu was locked out of the house and looked awkward. He is a famous doctor! Is Feng Lingran more capable than him? Can you cure the injury of slaves?

How can this be? If Feng Lingran’s medical skills are superior, can he still use his worried cold phoenix body?

In the room.

The purple finger was placed on the slave's wrist, and Xiao Yu stood quietly, his eyebrows wrinkled and waited.

The purple clothes took back their fingers, did not speak, looked at the closed door, raised a hand, and a barrier isolated the room and the room. That is to say, the voice of the room is not heard by anyone outside.

"The soul of the slave was twice hit by the bamboo illusion, and now it is very weak." Ziyi sighed and saw the dark black medicinal juice. It was not that he looked down on Wan Yuyu, but Wan Yuyu. It will not cure the wounds of the soul, and the medicines sent will not help the slaves.

"Master, the disciples know that you are awesome, please be sure to cure the slaves." Xiao Yu was anxious, his eyes were red, and he looked pitifully at the purple clothes, like a child.

The purple dress looked at Xiao Yu. When he knew her, she was still a clever little fox and turned into a naive little girl. Later, too many things happened. What she suffered, the purple clothes looked in silence, how could he not understand Xiao Yan’s feelings for slaves?

However, it is not a simple matter to cure slaves now.

The tears of his little girl’s tears will fall, and the purple dress is really afraid of her.

"Whether it is worth mentioning, for the teacher will help you cure the slaves, who makes the teacher a powerful thing in your heart? It is not good for the teacher to face the face."

Xiao Yu smiles with tears, his eyes are like crystal clear crystals, shiny.

The slave looked at Xiao Yan’s tearful smile, and the heart was like a warm stream. The peach blossoms moved to look at her. Gradually, she was obsessed.

The corner of the eye of the purple coat swept the obsessed eyes of the slave, his eyebrows were slight, and his heart suddenly gave birth to a strange and uncomfortable feeling. Didn’t figure out where this feeling came from? His body made the most direct movement and reached out to pull Xiao Yu into his arms.

Purple arms wrapped around her thin waist, this is a kind of occupying posture, he dropped two thick black feathers, facing her surprised eyes, the demon smiled: "Little child, heal your body for the teacher Hey, should you be grateful for being a teacher?"

Xiao Yu blinked and some were unclear: "Master, what do you want?"

The smile on the face of Zi Yijun is even more: "What do you want, do you want to give it?"

The slave returned to God and saw the purple dress holding Xiao Yu. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. When he heard the purple clothes, he had a bad premonition. He wanted to stop it. Later, Xiao Yu had nodded his promise.