Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"Meow."

Feng Lidan raised his eyebrows, his eyes seemed to say: What, do you want to keep other pets?

Regardless of whether the little gray cat can do it or not, if he agrees anyway, the white clothes will feel better.

With a smile, he tilted his head and rubbed the little gray cat's head.

In the next few days, Feng Lidan ran to find Wen Xiaoai after Baiyi went to work, and then ran back to the room before Baiyi came back.

Wen Xiaoai uses his spiritual power to help Feng Litan repair the golden core every afternoon.

Feng Lidan himself had a good medical skills. When Wen Xiaoai used his spiritual power to help him, he could not only cooperate better, but also transform the spiritual power to repair the inner alchemy at a faster speed, achieving a multiplier effect. The recovery effect is amazing.

This afternoon, Wen Xiaoai went upstairs and waited for Fenglishan after lunch.

It's just that before going upstairs this time, apart from telling Xiaocha not to come up to disturb her, she also told Xiaocha not to call her for dinner tonight.

Although Wen Xiaoai said not to ask her to come down for dinner, Xiaocha still cooked Wen Xiaoai's favorite dishes for dinner.

At this time, in Wen Xiaoai's room, dazzling purple light filled the room.

This purple light has been in full bloom since the afternoon, and it has been the same for the past few days, but only this time it lasted until night fell.

Without turning on the light in the room, the purple light became more pure and dazzling.

When the patrolling bodyguards passed downstairs several times, they couldn't help but look up, but they didn't find anything abnormal, so no one went up to check them.

I don't know how long it took, the purple light in the room suddenly disappeared, seeming to be taken away in an instant.

The room dimmed suddenly, but the darkness existed for only half a minute, and it was illuminated by a clean blue light.

In the room, Feng Lidan, dressed in black hair and a white lining cyan outer shirt, was sitting cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed, putting his hands on the pubic area to concentrate on his work.

The cyan light radiating from him envelops his whole person, and when he wears ink, his hair is windless, and it drives the already flowing clothes. The ink bamboo on the cyan coat gives a sense of elegance and nobility.

He was obviously a demon, but he looked like a fairy.

On a face that is so delicate that women are jealous, the slightly frowning eyebrows at this moment not only do not destroy the beauty, but also a bit sharper, beautiful eyes, tall nose, and **** thin lips are slightly pursed at this moment.

This is a face that is so perfect that one can't pick out any shortcomings at all. At this moment, with his eyes closed, it makes people unable to imagine how amazing he will be after opening them.

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a man with excellent temperament even with hair.

It's really only a sultry evildoer than a fairy.

The title of the number one beautiful man in the demon world is really not an understatement.

And Wen Xiaoai also sat cross-legged on the bed to meditate and adjust her breath, with distressing fatigue between her eyebrows and eyes.

Helping Feng Lidan repair the golden core is really troublesome and laborious.

After half an hour, Wen Xiaoai slowly recovered her gong, exhaling a long breath, feeling her body lighter.

Turning his head to the side, looking at Feng Li Dan who was still adjusting his breath, Wen Xiao Ai'an sat quietly and waited.

As time passed, the cyan light on Feng Lidan's body became more and more dazzling, and the originally chaotic aura slowly became stable.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Lidan's hands originally placed at the dantian suddenly changed their gestures, and in an instant, all his aura was converged.

The light on his body faded, and the room darkened.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, and Feng Lidan slowly opened his eyes.