My wife is a sword god

Today's night seemed to come earlier than usual.

After Qin Feng and the other four had dinner, they parted ways.

When they parted, Shi Ziming gave him an encouraging look.

Qin Feng saw this and his mouth twitched. At this moment, all his excuses seemed so pale and powerless.

He returned to the guest room with Miss Cang. The room was filled with a scent of incense.

Qin Feng followed the smell and looked around. He didn't know when a pile of sandalwood was placed on the small wooden table near the bed.

There is a reason why this restaurant is doing so well. This shopkeeper is really good at being a man. It's a pity that he made a mistake this time. Miss Cang and I are innocent. Qin Feng's mouth twitched.

The smell of incense mixed with the fragrance of women made Qin Feng a little distracted.

He opened the window, the night wind blew, and the moonlight fell into the room.

"I'll open the window for a while, do you mind?" Qin Feng turned his head and looked.

The night wind lifted the black-turbaned woman's black hair, and the moonlight reflected in her pale blue eyes, which was so charming that it made people's heart palpitate.

No normal man could remain calm when being in the same room with such a beauty.

Qin Feng seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat, which was beating with the flying black hair.

He recalled every bit of his time with the other party.

There was the surprise when they first met.

There was the cute look of being almost crying when the other party couldn't solve the couplet.

There was the attitude of saving him without hesitation when encountering evil spirits.

There was the beautiful back that resolutely stood in front of him when there was a life-and-death crisis.

Unknowingly, the two had encountered so much.

To be honest, when he came to this strange world, the first thing that made him fall in love was the beautiful rich woman with a square scarf covering her face.

"If I hadn't met my wife, maybe my relationship with Miss Cang would be far more than what it is now."

Qin Feng laughed at himself while eating from the bowl and looking at the pot, as if it was a common problem for men.

He shook his head, dispelled the unrealistic thoughts in his mind, and said: "Miss Cang, if you are tired, you can lie down on the bed and rest first.

In order to enter the sixth-grade hexagram realm, I usually observe the sky at night, and often fall asleep on the table."

Cang Feilan's light blue eyes looked at Qin Feng without blinking. After a moment, she replied lightly: "Okay."

Qin Feng exhaled lightly. In order to prevent himself from thinking about it, he sat in front of the window and used his consciousness to look at the sky.

As usual, the white life stars were densely packed.

And, I don't know if it was his illusion, he seemed to be able to observe more white life stars.

"Is it because of the change of place?" Qin Feng was curious in his heart, but he didn't care too much.

In the vast white life stars, finding the different colors is the top priority for him.

Just when he was immersed in cultivation, he didn't notice that Miss Cang was always standing there, motionless.

The light blue eyes were full of his figure.

Cang Feilan's thoughts began to drift.

She was reluctant when she was ordered by her family to go to Jinyang City.

She was troubled by the old man and could not enter Tingyuxuan to absorb the grievance and sadness of the literary spirit.

For her, the days in Jinyang City were so boring, but after meeting Qin Feng, everything seemed to have changed.

That day, she agreed to the head of the Qin family to diagnose a young man who had been invaded by evil spirits.

He looked handsome, this was the first impression.

His weak body was completely different from the men in the family.

However, he smelled very good.

But the other party's words that he was useless were scholars, which made her quite angry, because she liked scholars.

Scholars can write beautiful poems and beautiful articles, and the literary spirit on them is extremely delicious.

The second time they met, I heard that he had hysteria, and the way he was tied up was quite interesting.

The smell on her body became better, and there was a hint of literary aura leaking out.

This made her a little happy, because in Jinyang City, there was no other scholar except that old man.

With a try-it attitude, she took him to Tingyuxuan to find a place, and a couplet made her look at him with new eyes.

Later, the poem "Zhenlingguan" that aroused the literary aura of Dengwentai Jiuzhang above, impacted her soul.

This was a poem she had never seen before, and it was more delicious than those she had seen and read before.

Suddenly, she was very interested in this person.

When she learned that the other party was going to get married, she inexplicably had some strange feelings in her heart, which she had never had before, but that was all.

She just liked the other party's literary talent and poetry, such as the other party's "Xia Ke Xing".

At first, she got close to him just to get what he wrote before the old man.

But as the days of getting along increased, this idea changed.

She became, simply wanting to be with him.

When did she change?

Was it the way he fought bravely in the Black Mist Forest?

Or was it the way he stood in front of her when they were heading to Qiyuan City?

But none of this mattered. She just wanted to be with him.

She didn't know why.

When she saw his wife, she felt inexplicably complicated. Even though she knew that they should be alone together, she just didn't want to leave.

If she didn't see him for a while, she would miss him.

At that time, she still didn't want to admit that she liked him.

This was her last stubbornness.

It wasn't until her aunt mentioned the beautiful poem to her, breaking the last bit of defense in her heart, that she finally realized that this was love.

She liked what he wrote, liked his frivolous appearance, and liked his desperate figure.

If I had taken the initiative at the beginning, would everything be different?

Cang Feilan looked at the serious figure in front of the window and asked herself this in her heart.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.

Time passed quietly, and the two figures were like a painting, frozen in the guest room.

When it was late at night, Cang Feilan still didn't notice it.

Such a simple time seemed particularly precious to her.

Because she was staying with the person she liked.

Due to the curfew in Shuliang City, there was no one on the street at this moment, and there was only the night wind blowing, the heartbeats of the two, and the light breathing in her ears.

Suddenly, Cang Feilan frowned slightly, and her nose moved slightly under the black scarf. She faintly smelled an unpleasant corpse odor.

At the same time, there was a slight movement outside the guest room.

She glanced at Qin Feng, who closed his eyes and concentrated on observing the sky with his spiritual sense, and came to the door of the guest room lightly.

Slowly opening the door, the foul smell hit her face.

What came into view was a corpse ghost wearing tattered clothes, unrecognizable, and dried flesh and blood!

The corpse ghost saw Cang Feilan and was about to attack, but a silver-white dagger pierced its head and pressed it to the floor.

Pulling out the dagger, a flash of white light passed, and the stains slid like rain, and the corpse ghost on the ground was no longer moving.

Cang Feilan looked around, and there were far more corpse ghosts like this!

She exhaled lightly, turned around and closed the door of the room.

The end of the black hair was silver-white.

Her pale blue eyes gradually brightened, and her tone was cold: "Why did you have to show up at this time?"

Disturbing her time alone with him.

Deserve to die!