Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

The next day, before he could open his eyes, Song Le rubbed his aching temples, and immediately discovered that Feng Xi's happiness value had dropped, and fell back to {-2000}.

Then I saw that Feng Xi was hugging her waist, his face was buried in her clothes, breathing evenly, apparently still in a deep sleep.

Song Le relaxed, but the heat and pain in her abdomen made her stiff suddenly.

This, this seems to be...

Suppressing her panic, Song Le glanced at her snow-white blouse, secretly flustered, if this is what she thought, wouldn't she be revealing her identity?

She hurriedly calmed down, pushed Feng Xi's hands away as much as possible without disturbing Feng Xi, carefully got out of bed and put on her coat, after smoothing out her messy long hair, she hurriedly went downstairs to look for Xiao Er.

He didn't notice at all, the moment the door was closed, Feng Xi opened his eyes, filled with clarity.

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Before, Song Wuyou always kept a distance from others and acted cautiously, so his identity was well hidden, but Song Le completely forgot that there was such a thing as a big aunt!After finally dealing with the sudden 'big aunt', she returned to the wing with a slightly pale face.

Although Feng Xi inside was awake, she hadn't gotten up yet. She was dressed in a thin white coat, and she was nestled under the brocade quilt. Hearing the sound of the door opening, a pair of big black and bright eyes looked at her.

Naturally, she also noticed her not-so-good face, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong, Master?"

Song Le shook his head, sat down at the table and poured a cup of hot tea to hold it, worrying about whether Feng Xi would smell something, and said calmly: "It's okay."

How could it be all right.Feng Xi looked at his slightly moist hair, his neck that was becoming more white and tender with moisture, and his appearance of sitting far away deliberately, his hands under the quilt were clenched unconsciously, and his heart was like a ball of cotton soaked in water .

He doesn't like to touch him so much?

Since you don't like it, why give him jade?If you don't like it, why should you be nice to him?

"Feng Xi, what are you in a daze for?" Song Le sipped a sip of tea, and suddenly saw the child's face was a little gloomy, so he couldn't help but wondered.

Hearing this, Feng Xi immediately shook his head, showing a small smile, as if it was just her illusion, and shyly said: "Well, no, thank you Master for the jade, I, I like it very much..."

Jade……?ah!

"As long as you like it." Song Le raised his lips, but fortunately, he did not forget!

As soon as he heard him mention jade, Song Le, who immediately understood, just didn't know how to send it out yesterday, did he speak well, and the person who had broken a piece rubbed his forehead with a headache, saying that the rice wine he had agreed to drink could not be drunk. drunk?

all fake.

Unexpectedly, this subtle depression fell into Feng Xi's eyes, and it became an unwilling perfunctory.

A trace of injury flashed across Feng Xi's eyes.

This resentful and suppressed question continued until he returned to Cangcui Peak, Feng Xi locked himself in the room, sat on the cold bed, the thoughts on the table had no effect on him - he would not read it again.

night.

Feng Xi, who was sleeping, suddenly smelled a faint devilish energy mixed with a little bit of blood. He frowned and opened his eyes, wrapped his clothes and carefully opened the door to look for it.

However, it was discovered that the center where the demonic energy lingered was actually brightly lit and noisy.

He found a hidden place, looked over there puzzled, and observed silently.

As far as the eyes can see, the master is frowning and silent.

And over there, Song Le was indeed terrified and in a dilemma.

With a solemn expression on her face, she pursed her lips and walked towards the painful disciple on the ground who was clutching his bloody dantian, knelt down and said in a slow tone, "Don't be afraid, let me see your wound."