My Majesty, I wish you a long life without bounds!

The man didn't stay long, but took Feng Xiaolang directly back to the inner sleeping hall of the Penglai Hall where Feng Xiaolang lives now. As soon as he stepped into the inner sleeping hall, he saw a hollow golden wooden bed with dragons, phoenixes and flowers carved in the middle. The tall one raised his eyebrows, and other things were automatically filtered.

Raising his hand to push aside the falling moon shadow gauze, he chuckled and said incomprehensibly, "It's not like the emperor's bedroom, but rather like a daughter's boudoir."

Lie on the bed on one side, untie the hair ribbon, loosen the hair casually, lean on the bed rail, still put down the hanging moon shadow gauze, stack the slender legs casually, with a wanton and coquettish posture, Gracefully, she lowered her brows and eyes, hooked the corners of her lips, and took out Feng Xiaolang who was hidden in her arms and put it on her chest.

Seeing that Feng Xiaolang was still in a ball, he kept himself as small as possible, poked Feng Xiaolang's round body, and said with a smile, "I'm back in your bedroom, don't you want to show your head?"

The man saw with great interest that Feng Xiaolang shrank back again, a smile like a spring breeze overflowed from the corner of his lips, but the air around him suddenly froze, "If you don't report that your head is exposed again..." His tone was extremely slow, But extremely dangerous.

When Feng Xiaolang heard the man's words, he poked his head out with some reluctance, blinked his eyes and looked at the man in front of him who was exuding an evil aura, and whimpered a few times pretending to be innocent.

Feng Xiaolang suddenly felt the man's chest vibrate suddenly, there is no doubt that it was not the man's heartbeat, but the man's muffled laughter.

Seeing the man laughing at him, Feng Xiaolang put his head back in a swish. If he hadn't heard the man's threatening words, he would not stick his head out because he was worried that the man would keep making him look like a little wolf.

The man stopped laughing, lifted Feng Xiaolang's head from under Mao Mao's claws, and said with a smile, "Can't you talk?"

The man asked knowingly, if he could talk, why did he want to howl like a wolf just now?Could it be that he likes it?

The man raised his eyebrows, and teased Feng Xiaolang, who was in a ball with only a small head exposed, with a strand of his hair, and said seriously, "Do you want me to be able to talk when you look like a little wolf?" Woolen cloth?"

When Feng Xiaolang heard that a man could make him look like a little wolf, he could talk, so he quickly sat up, leaned forward as if flattering him, and nodded vigorously, if he could turn into a little wolf, he could also talk. Talking, it can save a lot of trouble, and this is also a disguised form to teach him spells and improve his mana cultivation.

The man was very pleased with Feng Xiaolang's flattery, he lifted Feng Xiaolang's body, brought it to his lips, and kissed Feng Xiaolang's forehead, "It's so cute, the truth makes you look like a little wolf all the time."

"No way..." A soft and sweet voice suddenly sounded from the bedroom.

Feng Xiaolang was stunned for a moment, looked at the man with some doubts, and spoke again, "Is this my voice?"

"You can talk, don't you like it?"

Feng Xiaolang stepped back, sat on the man's body, propped his forelegs, and said very seriously, "I like it..." Although the voice was soft, it didn't sound lethal at all, but being able to speak is always better than not being able to speak To be good.

"Heh, do you know why I turned you into a little wolf?"

The man smiled softly, but the corners of his raised eyebrows revealed a sharp evil charm. Although Feng Xiaolang hadn't known the man for a long time, Feng Xiaolang knew that the man at this time was not easy to mess with.

Feng Xiaolang shook his head honestly and said: "I don't know..." After thinking for a while, he finally added, "I'm not a frog!"