Feng Qing

Just, will it all be okay?

Even if it is according to the current model, it will be fine if it continues.

But, will everything really be like this?That is obviously impossible.

In a few days, Sufeng soon returned to Haozhou with his "fiancée".

Just after passing the border between Haozhou and Pandu, and entering the main city of Haozhou, Floating Cloud City, Yan Ziling called to stop Sufeng.

"Lord, Ziling hasn't been home for 17 years, so you can go home to see your parents first, and then follow you to the Mansion of the Lord."

"I don't know...how is it?" Yan Ziling lowered her head slightly, revealing the perfect curve of her neck.

If it was any other man, just this action, coupled with her face, would definitely go through fire and water for her, and he would not hesitate to do so.

It's a pity that the one in front of her is "moody, cold-blooded and brutal", the master of Haozhou, Sufeng.

"General Shang, after a while Miss Yan has seen Patriarch Yan, and you will send her to the Lord's Mansion."

"Yes, we will definitely deliver Miss Yan safely!" Sufeng, what are your plans?

I never see through you.

It was so before, and it is still so now.

Sufeng rode on the colorful elk, glanced at Yan Ziling condescendingly, patted the colorful elk's neck, and the colorful elk walked away, leaving Yan Ziling looking affectionately at the back of Sufeng's cool and unrestrained departure. Crazy.

Seeing her appearance, Shang Xun frowned and reminded: "Miss Yan, we don't want to go home to see Patriarch Yan, we should hurry up."

"After all, the World Lord is the one who doesn't like to wait for others."

"He doesn't like waiting for others, but that doesn't mean he won't be willing to wait for me." Yan Ziling glanced at Shang Xun arrogantly, then turned and walked towards the place where the Yan family was.

At this time, after receiving the letter from Yan Ziling, the Yan family began to decorate and prepare to marry their daughter.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that his daughter was not really liked by Sufeng.

It was her pair of purple eyes that Sufeng missed, so she thought that Yan Ziling was the wife she had betrothed to herself when she was a child.

On the seventh day after Sufeng and Yan Ziling left Luoxiaoshan, the wife he had made up with when he was a child, returned to the place where he and his master had lived for more than ten years.

However, a new house was built on top of the ruined house at that time, and it was obvious that someone had lived in it.

Qing Xuan's face under the mask suddenly sank, those black eyes turned purple again after three years, and those slender hands hidden under the purple robe were tightly held.

Qing Sixuan looked at Qing Xuan worriedly, and wanted to go up to hold his hand, but didn't know what to say.

She turned her head, looked at the place Qing Xuan was staring at, carefully looked and looked, and suddenly asked:

"Brother, is this the place where you have lived for more than ten years?"

Hearing Qing Sixuan's voice, Qing Xuan's body shook, and he turned his head to look at Qing Sixuan who was smiling at him, and it took a while to return to his usual appearance.

"Yes! This is where my brother lived with his master for 14 years."

"However, three years ago, this place has become a desert."

Qing Xuan's words are as clever as Qing Sixuan, how could she not hear it?

Under Qing Xuan's mask, the vicissitudes of life on his face were beyond Qing Sixuan's comprehension.

Even Qing Xuan at this time, he himself couldn't understand, where did the vicissitudes in his heart come from?

He only knows that he has experienced life and death, parting, and regret that no one else has experienced.