"Sister, of course you know that you are very pure, you are all pure to the bed. How can you not be pure?"

Feng Lixue murmured in her ear, and the smile on her lips bloomed like a flower, making her temperament softer.

"Sister...Sister, you - you - are so evil! Xiyue won't tell her anymore, Xiyue will go find Brother Feng Sheng!"

Huang Xiyue stomped her feet in shame, and glared like Biquan's big eyes, and her figure flew away like smoke and dust.

"This little girl is really shy. She is obviously not a child anymore. It seems that Feng Sheng is very fond of her?"

After the wind and snow left, her voice, which was as gentle as the spring breeze, resounded gently, dispelling the slight coolness of the tranquility in the air.

"But, your protagonist has left, why didn't you do my duty~"

Feng Lixue nodded slightly, smiled sweetly, and her voice overflowed from her lips, as elegant and leisurely as blue and white porcelain.

"Poria."

Feng Lixue screamed in the air.

"Owner."

The white flute appeared from Feng Lixue's sleeves and turned into a woman with a good figure and a very pretty face.

"Catch that little girl back."

“Yes, master.”

The magical artifact, the Poria flute, is a very powerful flute. Except for Feng Lixue, no Phoenix girl can recover the Poria flute.

"Remember, don't hurt her."

"yes……"

...

And come here for a while...

The bright moon rises in the sky.

The moonlight was blurred and the night was empty. Ling Jinlan turned around gracefully.

Feng Lixue looked at Mingyue, her plump red lips, with a faint pink color, slightly raised to both sides.

Drink all that sad melancholy and the cool night breeze.

"Wangchen, when will you be back?"

How long has it been...

She was already thinking about Feng Wangchen who had been in seclusion for a day.

There are clearly some memories, but they are destined to be able to settle;

Some fate is destined to be missed.

Thousands of twists and turns, tenderness entangled.

It turns into a touch of inconvenient softness. It is like the green vines in spring rain, spreading into immortal tenderness and tenderness.

Feng Lixue was alone outside the hall, drinking her own peach blossom wine alone. Although she was drinking comfortably, her back was a bit desolate and lonely, and she couldn't help feeling sad when she looked at her.

I took out the phoenix that Feng Wangchen gave her on the cliff that time. Her strings sounded and she played the bright moon solo.

"The flowers fall and the flowers fall and the sacred sing,

I heard that the dragon mark passed by Wuxi.

I send my sorrow and the bright moon,

Follow the wind until the west of Yelang”

"Zheng—Zheng—"

Feng Lixue for some reason.

Looking at the moonlight tonight, she would recall that she used to walk side by side with Ling Gu on the bustling streets of the world, holding each other's hands, and walking quietly.

That feeling was so beautiful.

In fact, the love between them may not need to be vigorous and vigorous, as long as a poem, plain and warm, which is enough!

He didn't want much of what she wanted.

Only a solid chest.

A heart that is doting thousands of people.

A pair of warm and thick hands.

Accompany her through the slanting wind and cold rain, the long night.

With you and me, you can make a home!

Holding hands will bring warmth to life.

It will be loved by you and transform into my bones.

I will pour you into my corpse.

I will love you, dissolve in my blood.

I will hide my love for you in my heart.

I will hug you and embrace me.

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Chapter completed!