Yangzhou speech

Su Lanshan felt that she was too useless.

That young man looked exactly like Qian Luo, both of whom were used to wronging methods.

when you make a mistake,

When I stabbed the basket,

They all have such expressions.

Also, when you want something.

After all, Qianluo is just a little snake, what he wants is some food or some gadgets.

As for Fuyun?

The following guilty.

wild ambition.

Outrageous.

……

Su Lanshan thought for a long time, and only thought of these words.

Feeling soft-hearted for a moment, he was coaxed around by the little brat.

Now I don't know what the young man said, and he turned me around. The two of them were calm now, and each held a cup of tea.

It's just that I didn't notice it before, but ever since Su Lanshan knew what this kid was thinking, she didn't believe it at all. This person really is as calm and composed as he appears on the face, and he looks like a demon king.

Fu Yun nodded and smiled:

"Alan, you don't have to be so nervous, I won't tie you up and take you back to the demon world."

Then he sipped the rim of his cup and praised:

"Good tea."

Su Lanshan didn't want to talk to this person, she raised her head and downed the tea:

"I've said that, met people, and drank tea. It's getting late, please, Your Highness the Demon King."

Su Lanshan opened the door, seeing that the man was still refusing to leave, she was very helpless, she reached out to push, but suddenly lost strength.

As if all the bones in his body were brittle, Su Lanshan's hand that pushed just now didn't have any strength left, and he couldn't stand steadily, and fell directly into the arms of the man.

Su Lanshan narrowed her eyes, faintly angry:

"Fuyun, when will I teach such a good apprentice?"

There was a look of guilt on the boy's face:

"Alan, I'm sorry, I'm really worried. In a blink of an eye, I won't be able to find you again."

Then the boy took out a sharp cold blade from his waist, and without blinking, he swung it towards his heart.

By the way, Su Lanshan's dumb acupoint was sealed.

Blood gushed out from the boy's heart drop by drop. Su Lanshan couldn't open her mouth right now, and just now she let out a cry of surprise, and it just stopped in her throat.

The young man touched Su Lanshan's head, and said in relief:

"This wound looks scary, doesn't it? In fact, it doesn't hurt at all. I usually just coax you, Alan, and you're the only one who takes it seriously every time."

The young man spoke and smiled lightly, but the cold sweat dripped down Su Lanshan's face along his pale cheeks.

Fuyun held Su Lanshan's hand, and couldn't bear to say:

"Alan, just a little blood from your fingertips is enough, it will hurt a little, bear with it."

The demon king was afraid that he couldn't tell whether it was more painful to draw blood from his heart, or more painful to drip blood from his fingertips.

Before Su Lanshan could feel the pain, she was helped up by the young man. The young man looked at her with pity and licked the blood:

"Don't blame Ah Lan, the Eagle Clan has always healed their wounds like this. It will get better sooner."

Sure enough, the wound that was still bleeding just now healed up in a short time.

Fuyun's index finger was stained with blood, and he smiled innocently:

"Alan, may I draw a vine for you?"

Su Lanshan only felt a warmth on his forehead, and the smell of blood spread.

It was like the blood from Fuyun's palm that year had stained a vein of ivy on his left shoulder.

The young man traced it carefully, and after a while, he smiled with satisfaction, brought the cold blade just now, and placed it in front of Su Lanshan.

The person reflected in the blade has bright red eyebrows, a vine winding to the tip of the brow and the end of the eye, enchanting and stunning.

Fuyun untied Su Lanshan's dumb acupoint, and smiled:

"Alan, you taught me to draw this back then. Is there a three-point portrait?"