It is difficult for him to find this kind of feeling from other women. If this is the case, then what else is he looking for? Isn't he asking for happiness?

Fang Xiyan opened her mouth and wanted to say something. Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the flowers not far away, and a tall and tall man crawled out dizzy. It was the passerby A who was taken as a hostage and fainted from fear.

, he seemed to have not woken up from his nap: "You...you..." His eyes fell on Feng Xiaoxun's face, as if he finally remembered something, his face turned pale with fright, he took a step back, and fell down again: "

Monster... monster..." He had not forgotten what Feng Xiaoxun said just now...

Feng Xiaoxun's purple eyes flashed slightly, as if he was about to do something, but Fang Xiyan was afraid that he would explode, so she directly tore the man into pieces, and subconsciously grabbed his hand: "Don't... don't hurt people at will..."

Her white and tender little hands were tightly intertwined with his. Feng Xiaoxun lowered his eyes and took a look. He felt that this picture was not ordinary and it made him feel extremely happy.

What's even more pleasant is that he thought that this meeting would be a big iron plate, and he would not be recognized by this girl. She would drive him away as cold as ice, or simply ignore him... He thought in his heart

There were n kinds of plans to recover her, but I didn't expect her to react like this. Although she looked stunned and frightened, she was not repelled by his approach...

Feng Xiaoxun smiled, and his smile was as soft as the spring breeze: "Well, whatever the lady says, it's all up to you." With a wave of the other sleeve, the man's huge body suddenly flew straight up, and flew back with a pop.

Inside that open window...

Strangely enough, the man didn't even utter a cry of surprise. Fang Xiyan's heart sank: "You... what did you do to him?" He couldn't have crushed him to death casually, right? Otherwise, why was there no movement at all?

"It's nothing, I just let him sleep for a long time, so that he will think everything tonight is just a dream." Feng Xiaoxun answered calmly.

Fang Xiyan finally felt relieved. She glanced at Feng Xiaoxun with some surprise, feeling that the Demon Lord had changed a bit... no longer killed people easily... but actually showed mercy to those who had unintentionally offended him.

She breathed a sigh of relief, only to realize that she was still in Feng Xiaoxun's arms. Feng Xiaoxun had one foot on a rockery stone, and she was sitting on his lap, with his arms wrapped around her body.

And she didn't know when her hands automatically wrapped around his waist. This gesture was extremely intimate.

Fang Xiyan's face blushed slightly, and she struggled subconsciously, wanting to get off the ground. With the beauty in her arms, Feng Xiaoxun was willing to let go. He hugged her even tighter, and pressed his lips against Fang Xiyan's ear: "Let's go back first."

Let’s talk about it at home.”

Together, they flew directly to the ninth floor, entered through the window, and entered Fang Xiyan's rather large boudoir.

Fang Xiyan stared at him with wide eyes: "You, how do you know this is my residence?" Could it be that he had found it a long time ago?

Feng Xiaoxun kissed her on the lips: "Isn't this simple? The windows of this house are broken, and besides, it smells like you."

Fang Xiyan: "..."
Chapter completed!