Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, Song Le was still thinking about it, and Feng Xi's cold voice came from the other side: "What are you doing here?"

Obviously speaking to Chu Jiangming.

Both of them looked at the seal at the door, and Chu Jiangming responded first, not at all afraid of him, on the contrary, he gritted his teeth a little bit, as if ironic: "What am I doing here? It’s not that I found this place, I didn’t know you did such a great deed!”

"...Shut up." Feng Xi frowned and said coldly.

Song Le's calm eyes patrolled the faces of the two people with different expressions, trying to hear some clues, but Feng Xi was keenly aware of it, he squinted his eyes unexpectedly, and said in a low voice: "Come out."

Chu Jiangming was not happy at first, as if he wanted to poke something in front of Song Le, but after a few moments of stalemate, he followed out angrily as he said.

Song Le's trouble-seeking gaze was blocked by the door.

She frowned, and her brain was spinning rapidly - Feng Xi, what did you do for her?What are you hiding from her again?Is it related to keeping her trapped in this place?

Speaking of which, Song Le was reminded of one thing.

Could it be Feng Xi who did the massacre of monsters before...

She thought about it, but she didn't realize that Feng Xi had already entered the room. She didn't realize that it was Feng Xi who had gently pressed her sharp chin against her neck until she wrapped her hands around her waist and the weight on her shoulders sank slightly. In response, her low breath slowly sprayed on her sensitive and thin neck: "What are you thinking, Master?"

Song Le was teased suddenly, her previous thoughts flew away instantly, she shrank her neck, itching.

She suppressed the slight tremor in her heart, tried her best to set things right and frowned, saying: "I don't like this, stay away from me."

He couldn't see the seal behind him at all. After hearing the word 'dislike', a dark light of displeasure flashed across his eyes, but the corners of his lips lifted, and he asked, "Then what do you like, Master?"

As he spoke, he tightened his arms around her waist, and leaned on her shoulder with his head tilted.

Song Le couldn't stand him calling her master in this respectful yet ambiguous, contradictory low hoarse voice, she moved uncomfortably, unable to break free, the experience of the past few days made her no longer Continuing to struggle in vain, he simply gave up and asked, "Do you know about the massacre of the city?"

Feng Xi answered naturally: "I know, what's wrong?"

"...Did you do it?"

After a while of silence, "What do you think?" Feng Xi's tone was a little cold.

Song Le choked, answered yes and no, answered no and no, so he could only answer: "I don't know."

"I don't know...or I'm afraid I'm wrong?" His jaw was firmly pinched, Song Le forced to look at him, facing Shang Fengxi's indifferent and mean blood red eyes, the petals of the lotus fell on him The corners of the eyes are particularly coquettish.

This guy started to be moody again, she said she didn't know anything and wanted to pursue it, Song Le frowned in pain, and finally couldn't help but said: "What exactly do you want to hear?"

In the past few days, he always asked Xia Yanran inexplicably, but he would get angry at whatever she answered, and sometimes he would suddenly say that he wanted to choke her to death and throw her into the lake. The result made Feng Xi even more annoyed.

Really, it's hard enough to communicate!

I don't know what I'm thinking!

Now too!

Hearing this, Feng Xi didn't speak again, and finally threw her away with gloomy eyes, saying: "Shut up."

Song Le was choked up, broke away from him in an unhappy mood, and sat back on the bed far away from him.