Has the Holy Son been sacked by the Devil Emperor today?

Feng Xijue didn't notice the Fox Emperor hidden in the air, he concentrated on weeding the weeds, and then sprinkled some new seeds in the soil, which was his daily task.

In fact, he should have come earlier, the flower withered quickly.But he knew that Qiongze was here, so he tried to avoid him as much as possible, and came only late at night.

A gust of cool wind blew by, and the frail man shivered unconsciously. He covered his mouth and suppressed a cough.

He seems to have forgotten Miller's advice, don't blow cold wind casually, he is not as healthy as before.

He is very afraid of the cold, obviously it is a warm spring now.

Qiongze kept staring at the man, he frowned, as if he was trying to remember if he had seen him somewhere, but his mind was blank.

When the man was about to leave, Qiong Ze followed him quietly, and soon he followed the man to a remote room in the temple.

Although this room is simple, it has everything you need. It looks very clean, but there is a faint scent of medicine.After looking carefully, there are all kinds of dried herbs on the quaint table frame.

After wandering around for a while, Qiong Ze's eyes fell back on the man.

He sat by the stove, silently frying the medicine for himself.

Although he won't live for a long time, Feng Xi still doesn't want to die so soon. He wants to raise that beautiful glass chickweed and plant some more in the garden. This is what Jiu Jiu gave him , Feng Xijue naturally cherishes it in his heart.

The warmth of the stove gradually softened Feng Xijue's body, and he fell into a deep sleep against the wall with the blanket wrapped around his body.

On the other hand, Qiong Ze gradually appeared from the air.

The dark medicinal liquid in the small pot is still roiling, if you forget to turn off the fire, the pot of medicine is probably going to be dried, maybe the bottom of the pot will leak, so Qiong Ze extinguished the fire for that person.

So...has he ever met this guy?

Qiong Ze squatted down, he stretched out his hand and decided to uncover this guy's mask himself, maybe seeing his face, he could find out whether he knew him or not.

But soon, the eyes that opened quickly met his gaze, and Qiongze's hand was still in the air.

There was only a hint of shock in the crimson eyes, but he quickly recovered his calm, and he looked at the slightly embarrassed Kuanze lightly at this time.

As if realizing something, Kuanze coughed dryly, then silently retracted his hand hanging in the air.

"You don't look like a thief, you're a guest, right? But your actions don't match your identity." Feng Xijue said.

The obvious meaning of this sentence is: You sneak like a thief.

"Sorry." Kuanze rubbed his nose, then stood up, and coughed dryly again to hide his embarrassment.

"So, please leave here." Feng Xijue whispered, but Kuanze could see the sudden coldness in his eyes.

"Excuse me." Qiongze is not willing to make fun of himself any more, this person seems to have a bad temper, and he doesn't know this kind of guy, does he?

Soon, Kuanze quickly disappeared into the air, and the quiet room became silent again.

Feng Xijue mechanically returned to the bed, he shrank his whole body under the blanket, no one knew how anxious and helpless Feng Xijue was when he saw Qiongze.

But he couldn't let Kuanze know.

It will be over soon.

Feng Xijue comforted himself in his heart like this, he wiped away the tears that fell down at some point, and then scolded himself in his heart for why he became so fragile.

Qiongze hid outside the door and quietly looked at the man curled up in the blanket with only a few strands of blond hair showing, but his heart became more and more suspicious.

"Get out!"

The sudden cup thrown to his feet made Kuanze startled slightly, and the white fox was quickly frightened away.

In fact, Feng Xijue didn't know that Qiongze was still standing outside the door, he was just feeling depressed, and he didn't know who he was speaking bad words to, so he threw the cup by the table out.

"Why are you so angry? I haven't seen you get angry after staying with me for so long." As soon as he stepped into the room, Cecil found the broken cup by the door.

Hearing that familiar voice, Feng Xijue got out from under the blanket, and seeing that tall man, he trembled involuntarily, his crimson eyes were filled with fear.

"Cecil..." Feng Xijue's face suddenly became much paler.

"Don't be nervous, Feng Xijue..." Cecil walked over, he sat down on the side of the bed naturally, and gently tore off the man's mask, revealing the scars all over his face, he smiled faintly: "I will no longer have any desire for this face."

Coincidentally, not long after Qiongze left, the devil emperor appeared in this temple, instead of going to see Miller, he came to find Feng Xijue.

Feng Xijue had been away from him for three months, and the thoughts that were about to overflow made Cecil unable to sit still in the Demon Race.He also tried to find some beautiful teenagers to relieve his restlessness, but he seemed to have lost his desire to be a man, and he was not interested in anyone.

"I've been unexpectedly bored recently." Cecil said, "Drink? Feng Xijue, I remember you drink?"

Under Feng Xijue's astonished gaze, the man took out an exquisite wine jug, walked to the door, poured two glasses of wine himself, then sat on the door rail and made a gesture towards Feng Xijue The gesture of the cup: "Sit here and talk to me."

Feng Xijue walked over, sat down by the gate, took the cup from Cecil's hand, and then raised his head to take a sip, but he was soon choked to death.

Feng Xijue knew how to drink, but his capacity for alcohol was very poor.

Cecil knew it when he was Philo.

Seeing Feng Xijue blushing from choking, Cecil smiled unconsciously, he laughed heartily twice and then said: "Your decision is not wrong, if your face is not destroyed, I will It will still haunt you."

"So now, we can still drink like friends." Cecil said.

"If possible, I would never want to meet Fei Luo again." Feng Xijue retorted.

"Feng Xijue..." Cecil narrowed his eyes, "Do you think that when I was still Fei Luo, I only wanted to use and deceive you?"

"Isn't it?" Feng Xijue lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes were reddish, the impact of alcohol made him emotionally vulnerable, he held the glass in his hand, and drank the full glass in one gulp.

"Feng Xijue, actually I like you very much, I liked you very much at that time... I regret it, actually I like you more than I like Miller."

"But we can't go back at all."

"If possible, I'd rather not have lied to you from the beginning."

"Feng Xijue, have you ever loved me?"

Cecil played with the empty cup in his hand, and asked casually after hesitating for a long time.

Hearing Cecil's question, Feng Xijue laughed idiotically. This smile brought tears to his eyes: "The person I loved the most was Fei Luo...but he was at the time when I trusted him the most. Betrayed me."

"You have trampled my heart to pieces."

Cecil, I have ruined both my lives at your hands.

Speaking of this, perhaps because of the effect of alcohol, Feng Xijue also sobbed in embarrassment, those few scars made him look extraordinarily miserable.

"I hate you……"

"Cecil...I have nothing left. In my next life, I just want to be a villain. I will never save a fox if I meet a wounded one."

"I...I really hate Cecil, and father..."

"Why are you all doing this..."

The man covered his eyes with his hands and buried himself in his knees, sobbing and talking nonsense.

Cecil knew he was drunk.

"I'm sorry... Feng Xijue."

The Demon Emperor sighed softly, and his dark eyes became moist.

"Sorry……"

[The author has something to say: Cecil has fully realized that he was wrong! The conflicts in the next plot will not be so intense! Qiongze will soon remember Feng Xijue!

I just went back to Chapter 1 to have a look, and found that Feng Xijue was still a proud and lively little saint at that time, but now he has become a very sad man. . . . 】