Red pupils appear! Control time! The reborn daughter explodes

Feng Jingyou calmly noted down the changes in the illusion. It must be said that the dean was indeed very vigilant.

It is difficult for ordinary people to remember the changes of this road even if they walk it thousands of times.

I do not know how long it has been.

Xuan Zheng brought Feng Jingyou to an extremely luxurious palace.

The magnificent palace is so dazzling that it is hard to open your eyes.

Directly opposite the palace, there are three dragon thrones surrounded together, which seem to have an invisible sense of oppression.

"See? This is where the dean usually meets with the demons and gods."

Xuan Zheng continued to introduce Feng Jingyou.

"You are responsible for following the dean, but remember, under normal circumstances you cannot come in. Just wait at the door."

"When the gate changes, go in and serve them some fruits and snacks."

"The dean is just fruits and snacks of normal colors, but the one wearing black is the Demon King, you should have seen him before."

"The devil has a very strange personality. He must have the biggest plate, and he will ask you to take a bite first."

"Don't be afraid, our snacks are definitely not poisonous."

Feng Jingyou listened quietly to Xuan Zheng's words without saying a word.

"You should pay special attention to the old man sitting on the right. He usually wears a veil. He is from the God Clan."

"In other words - he is a traitor to the Protoss, and he wants to join us in destroying the Protoss."

"He has an even weirder personality—he only drinks human blood."

"And he has a big problem, ugh, a big habit, which is that he likes to put his hands on the table and bang them. You must not interrupt his rhythm, don't talk to him, just put the blood on the table directly."

Xuan Zheng explained everything to Feng Jingyou in detail, fearing that Feng Jingyou might make a mistake in any link.

But Feng Jingyou was a little embarrassed because Mo Ji knew her relationship with Mo Wuchen.

If the demon priest saw her, wouldn't that traitor of the God Clan be——

Feng Jingyou thought for a moment and asked, "That God Clan member drinks human blood?"

Xuan Zheng nodded: "Yes, I know you find it strange, but don't be surprised yet."

Feng Jingyou: "..."

Xuan Zheng continued, "Keep your head down when you enter, don't look at them, and -"

"I faint at the sight of blood."

Feng Jingyou directly brought out his previous excuse.

"I'll talk to the dean later and he can arrange other things for me."

Hearing this, Xuan Zheng looked Feng Jingyou up and down and said, "You are fainting from blood, so you really can't do anything."

"It's okay, I'll just go tell the dean."

"The dean should be extra lenient with you."

Xuan Zheng looked at Feng Jingyou's stunningly beautiful face and suddenly felt that the Demon King was crazy for letting Feng Jingyou go back.

"Well, that's all. If there's nothing else, we can go back." After Xuan Zheng said this, he planned to take Feng Jingyou away.

"By the way, tomorrow a group of powerful disciples will go to offer sacrifices, and you will have to watch them. Just sit far away, and there is no need to watch them too closely."

Feng Jingyou narrowed his eyes slightly: "Sacrifice? The academy doesn't seem to have anyone who is particularly strong."

Xuan Zheng smiled and said, "That's why you are so ignorant. Didn't Wei Zhang die? Where did his disciples go after he died?"

"Of course I'm going to offer sacrifice. Even if my strength is average, I'm still somewhat useful."

"By the way, Ye Chen also needs to draw some blood."

Xuan Zheng knew that Feng Jingyou and Ye Chen had a very good relationship, so he took this opportunity to speak it out.

"Ye Chen didn't draw last time, and the dean said he would be able to draw this time."

"I know you have a good relationship. You can let it go a little, but don't overdo it."

Feng Jingyou glanced at Xuan Zheng and said nothing.

She didn't know whether Xuan Zheng was testing her or really wanted her to "let go".

"Okay, there's nothing else to do today. I have to report to the dean. You will only have one mission tomorrow, so remember it."

Xuan Zheng gave many instructions, fearing that Feng Jingyou would not remember.

Feng Jingyou nodded and left with Xuan Zheng.

..

night.

Feng Jingyou was drinking tea when he smelled a familiar scent.

"Xiao You'er."

Mo Wuchen was dressed in white. He looked down at Feng Jingyou with a faint smile on his lips.

"Waiting for me?"

Mo Wuchen sat down opposite Feng Jingyou, his eyes always fixed on her.

Feng Jingyou put down the teacup in his hand, shed the indifference of the day, and said with a smile: "Why did the Emperor assert that I was waiting for you?"

Mo Wuchen stood up and walked to Feng Jingyou.

The next moment, he gently picked her up.

Feng Jingyou's feet were off the ground, so she had to hold onto Mo Wuchen's neck to prevent herself from falling.

A handsome face was infinitely magnified in front of her, and she had nowhere to hide.

"Because I guess—Xiao You'er can't sleep without me."

Mo Wuchen dragged out the last syllable, his voice as mellow and alluring as fine wine.

Feng Jingyou immediately retorted: "How is that possible?"

Mo Wuchen moved closer to her, and his nose touched hers intentionally or unintentionally: "Hmm? Xiao You'er, do you feel uneasy sleeping now?"

"I have a way to make you fall asleep."

After he finished speaking, Mo Wuchen gently placed Feng Jingyou on the bed, leaned over, tilted his head slightly, and breathed his warm breath into Feng Jingyou's ears.

"I was tired, so I fell asleep."

Feng Jingyou didn't understand what Mo Wuchen meant, so she asked sincerely, "Your Majesty is so tired every day, do you sleep well?"

Mo Wuchen raised his eyebrows: "I am full of energy."

"Xiao You'er will know it later."

Seeing that Feng Jingyou didn't react at all, Mo Wuchen looked at her alluring red lips and simply kissed her.

a long time.

Mo Wuchen's movements became more and more ferocious, with no intention of stopping at all.

His kiss was delicate and fierce, and his hair returned to its dazzling silver color. His right hand moved slightly, and he uncontrollably lifted up Feng Jingyou's clothes.

In a flash, his sanity was somewhat restored.

The next moment, he quickly stood up, stopped his movements, and disappeared on the spot.

After a while, Mo Wuchen changed his clothes, returned to the room, and resumed his cool and unparalleled look.

"Are you not afraid of catching a cold?"

Feng Jingyou looked at Mo Wuchen who was taking another cold shower, worried that his body couldn't take it.

Mo Wuchen's lips curled slightly: "So Xiao You'er has to marry me as soon as possible."

After saying that, Mo Wuchen lay down beside Feng Jingyou, reached out his big hands and held her in his arms.

Feng Jingyou stared at him. Looking at that extraordinary face, she felt as if she was in another world.

"By the way, are you going to have your blood drawn tomorrow?"

Feng Jingyou asked Mo Wuchen.

Mo Wuchen thought carefully for a moment, then said in a serious tone, "I can't remember."

"If there was a kiss right now, maybe I would be able to remember it."

Feng Jingyou: "..."

Mo Wuchen continued:

"Xiao You'er, don't you want to know?"

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