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

Feng Xiaolang ignored the man, and continued to curl his neck into the man's arms and pretend to sleep.

The man narrowed his brows and eyes, revealing an evil smile, bent down, brought his face closer to Feng Xiaolang, and said provocatively, "Disciple, are you not going to court?"

Feng Xiaolang's heart skipped a beat, he almost forgot about the incident, he slightly opened his eyes and glanced at the man, said flatly, "I'm not going, I'll leave it to An Ran..."

The man stroked Feng Xiaolang's fluffy ears and said, "That disciple doesn't want to change into a human shape anymore?"

Feng Xiaolang pushed the man's hand away with his small paws, and said softly, "When my injury is healed, I can recover by myself."

"In that case..." the man sat up, with a lazy and comfortable smile in his eyes, and said in a leisurely manner, "then naturally there is nothing you want to ask the master?"

Feng Xiaolang opened his eyes, turned over and looked at the man, his tone was full of imperceptible coquettishness and dissatisfaction, "Master said that he would not deceive disciples, but master deceived disciples?"

The man leaned down, wrapped Feng Xiaolang into his arms, patted Feng Xiaolang on the head and said, "Where did you lie to me as a teacher?"

Feng Xiaolang slapped off the man's hand, sat up straight, propped himself up with his two small front paws, and said with a righteous look, "Master said that I have nothing to do with Li Li, but Concubine Qing Ning said I and Mo Liben are the same person."

The man lowered his brows slightly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and asked with unclear meaning, "Do you believe in the master, or in the Qing Ning imperial concubine?"

Feng Xiaolang paused for a moment, his momentum weakened a little, then he straightened his back and said in a dignified manner, "Of course I believe in the master, but this disciple doesn't understand the blood curse that Qing Ning imperial concubine said and only disciples' words." What does it mean that only blood can revive the master..." Moved forward a bit, raised his face, and said very seriously, "Although this disciple believes in the master, the master must have something to hide from the disciple..."

Feng Xiaolang said firmly, "I want to know everything!" He didn't want to get ambiguous words from others like a fool, and he didn't want someone to alienate their relationship, the relationship between a man and him and Li Li , has to be figured out.

The man kissed Feng Xiaolang's ear, bit Feng Xiaolang's ear with his teeth slightly, saw Feng Xiaolang covering his ears with his fleshy little paws, staring at him with puffed cheeks and staring at him with a low voice. At first he didn't want to tell Feng Xiaolang everything about Mo Li because he thought that Mo Li and Feng Xiaolang were the same person, Mo Li gave him a very bad impression, and Feng Xiaolang was his In his heart, he automatically divided Mo Li and Feng Xiaolang into two people who had nothing to do with each other, and he was worried that Feng Xiaolang would know that he was Mo Li's reincarnation, and he would treat the relationship between Feng Xiaolang and him. relationship has some influence.

But now that he knows that there is no relationship between Mo Li and Feng Xiaolang, he wants to make up a lie that Feng Xiaolang can believe, and after pondering for a while, he said, "I hid something from you at the beginning because I was worried that my apprentice would think that The master is close to you because the apprentice is related to Li Li, which will make the apprentice jealous."

Feng Xiaolang squinted his eyes halfway, and asked suspiciously, "Could it have nothing to do with Li Li?"

The man chuckled and said, "Although Mo Li is an insignificant person, the acquaintance between the apprentice and the teacher depends entirely on Mo Li."

Feng Xiaolang stared at the man with blinked eyes, trying to see a flaw in the man's face, and asked with a rising voice, "Isn't this disciple Li Li?" Only Mo Li's blood can revive a man, he is not Li Li , then who is the real Li Li?

"Tuer remembers that 12 years ago, in fact, the first time I met my teacher was not in the flowers..."

"When was that..." Feng Xiaolang suddenly paused, looked at the man and said, "Could it be by the lotus pond?"

The man smiled and added, "The stone by the lotus pond, I was still cursed by the blood curse at that time, and I couldn't use mana or spiritual power. Chi, the hair all over your body is wet, and you wanted to climb onto me to bask in the sun, when your paw was injured and blood stained my body, so... I woke up."

Feng Xiaolang was taken aback when he heard that for the last time, his blood stained the man, and then the man woke up, so he was Li Li.

The man knocked on Feng Xiaolang's head, with an expression that you are a rotten wood, "You are not Li Li, but your body was forcibly injected with Mo Qi's blood, and Mo Li's blood was forcibly covered your own body. Blood Soul, at first I felt that Mo Li's aura in your body was not strong, and your personality and appearance were completely opposite to Li Li's, because Mo Li's blood was always different from your own blood, so just now you were impacted by your own mana and spit out your blood. A mouthful of blood, and that mouthful of blood belonged to Li Li."

The man took out a translucent bottle from his bosom, which was filled with scarlet blood, and the blood exuded a faint black color. The man continued, "If it wasn't for Li Li's blood as the intermediary, I would have missed it as a teacher. My baby is a disciple." In this way, he would like to thank Li Li.

Feng Xiaolang tapped the bottle lightly with his small paw, looked left and right, and asked curiously, "This is Li Li's blood? Why does it emit black light?"

The man laughed, shaking the bottle and said, "Spiritual power is attached to the blood, and it is unique to the soul of the blood. This black light is the color of spiritual power. Do you remember it?"

Feng Xiaolang opened his mouth, seeing the man's expression of making fun of him, he snorted and asked, "Then what color is the master's spiritual power?" In fact, he wanted to ask what color his spiritual power was.

The man put the bottle in his arms, raised his eyebrows, and said with a slight smile, "The color of the disciple's spiritual power is a dazzling and beautiful golden color, while the master's is off-white."

Feng Xiaolang smacked his lips and said, "Master's is gray and white, it's really..." Feng Xiaolang originally wanted to say it was ugly, but when he saw the man's expression that seemed to be a kind teacher, he immediately turned away. Bend and said, "It's really unique."