Enchanting Divine Sound Master

Chapter 392 Alliance against the enemy, he is extraordinary (1)
Thus, Qian He in the Phoenix Empire held Hei Xiao in his hand, and his body was slowly purified by this force.Until it disappeared, none of the surrounding ghosts were purified.

"Despicable!" When Yan Feijun turned his palm to see the situation clearly, he saw a deep, deep wound on his palm.Miraculously, the blood did not flow out, but it hurt very much, it hurt my heart.

"Hahaha!" Qianhe raised his head and laughed, but the flying petals hurt the ghost who wrapped him up.

"Yanfei-Jun, don't be angry, this is not a poison, it's just to help you become a god as soon as possible. I will take Wushuang away, forever... so that you can never be together! Hahahaha..." Following one by one The ghosts were purified by the petals, Qianzuru took the time to turn and leave.

Yan Feijun squatted on the ground, looking at the wound on his palm.Blue veins burst out on the forehead, shortness of breath, and a pair of blue eyes gradually turned algae green, which was telling others.He has a very strong murderous intention, and he has the mentality to tear Qianhe into thousands of pieces.

It turned out that he had set a trap and let himself jump into it!In vain, I, Yan Feijun, was so smart and confused for a while, that I would be plotted against by this treacherous villain.

It's just... It should be a good thing that he didn't harm Wushuang.

When the memory flowed back and the cause of the injury was clearly explained, Yan Feijun held the palm of his hand, tore off the clothes on his body, and then wrapped the scar on the palm of his hand.

Don't let her know about her injury, it will make her sad.

It was dark at night, in the dormitory of the palace.

An elegant silver-haired man was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the sleeping person on the bed with both hands.

The moonlight shone in from the window, outlining his incomparably handsome face.Lifting his fingers, he brushed away the blue hair on her forehead that blocked her vision, and then pulled the quilt over her chest.

Just like that, with subtle movements, he enjoys the way he is now.

With a smile on the corner of his mouth and his eyebrows stretched, he sat on the edge of the bed and quietly watched his beloved fall asleep comfortably.

Beside the window, a small silver snake curled up into a ball, its small blue eyes as big as mung beans watched Yan Feijun's every move.

So careful, with love in his eyes that can melt away the coldness.I just don't know why, because a lot of things have happened, I'm not even in a good mood!

When he came back today, he heard about it.

The golden butterfly is dead!
It was killed by ghosts!

she died...

So now it's just me and Huo Fenghuang left, actually... I really want to say: Die Die, you look really good when you become a girl!
But Yan Ye didn't know, the Golden Butterfly was because he said something: You are very suitable for a girl.

And choose your gender.

I don't know how long I slept, but anyway, I felt that I slept very comfortably and made myself feel at ease.

Le Wushuang moved his body, but at this moment his elbow accidentally touched his strong chest.

So, Le Wushuang Xianyu turned over, opened his eyes and looked at that person.

Perhaps it was because his actions were too violent, which shocked Yan Feijun who had finally fallen asleep.

"Are you awake?" Yan Feijun said softly to Le Wushuang, shaking his thick eyelashes, with a slightly tired look on his face.

Le Wushuang blinked a few times, stretched out her palm to touch his cheek, and felt that the person she touched was real.So he laughed lightly through his tears, and rolled his body towards Yan Feijun.Until she hugged his waist with both hands, and leaned her cheek against his strong chest.

Seeing this, Yan Feijun stretched out his iron arms to catch her in his arms, and put his chin against the top of her head, as if he wanted to hug her whole body without leaving any gaps.

"It's so early in the morning, so energetic!" Yan Feijun said with his chin rubbing against her white hair, eyes slightly closed.

"I thought you left me!" Le Wushuang opened his eyes, spit out these words, and hugged him tightly again.

Hearing this, Yan Feijun was stunned for a moment.But that was only for a moment, he stretched out his hand and pressed her head close to the place where his heart beat and said, "Aren't I still there?"

"But... didn't I go to Baihua Valley to find you before? Why are you here?" Le Wushuang remembered what he had done before going to sleep, and immediately jumped out of Yanfeijun's arms.

Seeing the emptiness in his arms, Yan Feijun stretched out his hand to grab her arm, and pulled her into his arms forcefully.And the other hand hugged her slender waist tightly, preventing her from running away.

"You're too tired, so I'll send you back." Yan Feijun was already close to her as he spoke.

Le Wushuang blushed, but she still couldn't bear Yan Feijun's bewitchment!

Yan Feijun raised his fingers, raised her jaw, looked at her delicate face and the flush on her cheeks, couldn't help but smile, and then left a kiss on her lips and said: " Get up! It seems that you have a lot of things to do today, of course... I also have things to do myself."

"Feijun, don't you practice?" Le Wushuang asked suspiciously.

"No! Cultivation is a matter of time, and it is very important to be by your side." Yan Feijun raised his finger and touched her nose gently.

Le Wushuang stretched out his hand to touch the bridge of his nose, before he could react, Yan Feijun had already gotten up.

Le Wu pulled the quilt with both hands and turned over, watching Yan Feijun take his clothes into the screen and change them, then walked out in less than a while, and opened the door.

Outside the door, the maid had been waiting for a long time.

They put all the washing tools they used in the morning in their hands.

Yan Feijun picked up the golden basin, put a handkerchief on the golden basin and said coldly: "Get down!"

"Receive the decree!" Upon hearing this, the palace maid immediately leaned over to leave.

Yan Feijun turned around, and the door closed automatically.

Le Wushuang sat on the bed, wearing a loose nightgown, scratched his scalp through strands of black hair with his fingers, and asked in confusion, "Master, what are you doing?"

Yan Feijun put the golden basin on the table, but did not answer Le Wushuang's words.

With nimble fingers, he floated the wet veil in the water a few times, then wrung it clean, turned and walked towards Le Wushuang who was sitting on the bed.

"Master, you don't know how to serve me!" Le Wushuang's mouth twitched, she couldn't believe that Lord Yanfei would have this day.

Yan Feijun sat on the bed, turned over the veil in his hand and said seriously to Le Wushuang: "What? Is there a problem?"

"No, no!" Le Wushuang shook his head strongly, pointing with his two little fingers, still staring at his ever-changing face from the corner of his eyes.

Yan Feijun raised the veil in his hand, wiped it gently on her face and said: "You are mine now, only I have the right to take care of you."

(End of this chapter)