Now, everything is moving in a good direction, which is undoubtedly the result that everyone wants to see.

"It should be that if there were no Master Wuxin and His Highness Aoyan, my son would not have lived to this day."

Dongfang Lan ordered the maid to take care of Feng Wuxin for bathing, and prepared the room to let Feng Wuxin sleep peacefully, who had not rested for a day and a night.

Feng Wuxin did not make too much politeness, and followed the maid to the room. After taking a shower, she changed into clean clothes and lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Perhaps because of fatigue, in less than a moment, the sound of a well-proportioned breathing echoed in the air.

In the dream, Feng Wuxin came to a white sea of ​​flowers, leaning under the huge flower trees, allowing the breeze to blow on his face.

At this time, a black mist behind him gradually condensed a black shadow. The black shadow stretched out his hand and gently picked up Feng Wuxin's long whiteness, put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

"lady."

The word "Madam" echoed clearly in Feng Wuxin's ears, but Feng Wuxin did not look back. She knew that this was just a dream. If she turned back, the person would dissipate.

"How are you doing there?"

The awkward words slowly flowed out from Feng Wuxin's mouth. She wanted to ask whether Jiang Moyi was safe in the Netherworld Purgatory, but when she said that, even she laughed herself.

What a dangerous place in the Netherworld Purgatory, how can it be safe to be deep in such a vicious place?

"Madam, don't worry. Before you really see you, you will not put yourself in danger. But Madam."

Every word is filled with thoughts and tenderness.

The black shadow wanted to walk forward and hug Feng Wuxin in his arms, feeling the warmth of being separated for a long time, but the moment he picked up his long hands the moment he passed through Feng Wuxin's body.

The love that I originally wanted to say disappeared in the breeze.

The black shadow disappeared in an instant, and Feng Wuxin leaned on the trunk of the flower tree and slowly let out a breath.

Sure enough, everything is a dream!

Feng Wuxin was born in the entire white sea of ​​flowers, and she was so lonely.

It was already noon the next day when Feng Wuxin woke up. To be precise, it was not Feng Wuxin who woke up himself, but was woken up by someone.

"Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law!"

"Are you looking for death? If you want to die, don't implicate this leader."

"Why is Master Qingmo so scared?"

"Damn it, Master Dao, I am not afraid of heaven or earth, I am afraid of Feng Wuxin. Can you not be yelling at the dead mermaid?"

"My wife, wife, I am hungry."

Outside the door, noisy sounds kept echoing.

Ao Yan's screams, Jiang Qingmo's fear, and Dongfang Lan's confusion.

Dongfang Lan wondered why Jiang Qingmo, who was the head of Wuji Mountain, was as if facing a great enemy. Until the moment when Feng Wuxin, who had a gloomy face, walked out of the door with a red feather sword, he understood why Jiang Qingmo was so scared.

"You three want to die, right?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Wuxin's lips. Under the sun, the smile made people fascinated, but it also made people feel chilled in their hearts.

Seeing Feng Wuxin at this moment, Jiang Qingmo quickly raised his hands to express his surrender, and pushed all the reasons to Ao Yan.

"All this has nothing to do with me, it's all dead mermaids."

"My wife, wife...I...I will leave first if I have something to do."

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nbsp;As a mermaid, keen intuition tells Ao Yan that Feng Wuxin not only wants to hit people, but also wants to kill him.

But no matter how sharp the intuition of the mermaids was, everyone who noticed Feng Wuxin's gloomy aura could not escape.

In the Dongfang Mansion, Jiang Qingmo pushed Dongfang Lan in the wheelchair and ran desperately, while Ao Yan followed Jiang Qingmo and ran desperately.

"Brother Qingmo, please put it down quickly and be your brother."

Really, after seven years of paralysis, this was the first time Dongfang Lan ran like this, although she was sitting in a wheelchair.

"Brother Dongfang, I don't have time to explain now. If you want to survive, run away. You don't know how terrifying it is to get up. Dead Mermaid, don't follow us, get out of here!"

"Help, help! My wife is wrong, I will never quarrel at you to sleep again."

"hehe!"

With a sneer, the three of them laughed and the chills became even stronger.

The three of them ran in front, Feng Wuxin was chasing him with a Red Feather Knife in the back, and sparks emerged from Dongfang Lan's wheelchair, which shows how fast the three of them were escaping their lives.

In the end, the guards rescued Jiang Qingmo and the other two because of the reason for the treatment of Dongfang Jie.

Whether it was Ao Yan, Jiang Qingmo, or Dongfang Lan in a wheelchair, the three of them looked at me and I saw you gasping for breath.

"The only one in the world is my brother who can subdue Feng Wuxin."

This is not the first time Jiang Qingmo admires Jiang Moyi. He is worthy of being a hero who built a country with bare hands and a man who can train Feng Wuxin to be obedient.

"How did your brother subdue Feng Wuxin? What does this wife have to do with your brother?"

Ao Yan, who was slumped on the ground and leaning against the wall, asked Jiang Qingmo who the brother he said was and why he could subdue Feng Wuxin.

"daughter in law?"

Listening to Ao Yan's name to Feng Wuxin, Jiang Qingmo looked at Ao Yan with great contempt.

"The elder brother of this sect is Jiang Moyi and Feng Wuxin's husband. You, a third party, don't interfere with the relationship between them. This sect will advise you, there is no chance."

After hearing what Jiang Qingmo said, Ao Yan remembered it too.

No wonder Feng Wuxin once said that he wanted to find someone. If he was not wrong, the person Feng Wuxin was looking for was Jiang Moyi.

However, even if Jiang Moyi is Feng Wuxin’s husband, what is that?

As the saying goes, as long as you work hard, there is no corner that cannot be dug away.

Besides, both dragon balls are in Feng Wuxin's hands, which is his betrothal gift. Since Feng Wuxin has accepted the betrothal gift, he is his wife.

No matter whether he is Jiang Moyi or Cong Moyi, it is not a big deal.

"Brother Dongfang, are you okay?"

"No, it's okay, I just haven't been so crazy for a long time."

On this side, the three of them leaned against the wall and chatted blankly. On the other side, Feng Wuxin came to Dongfang Jie's room to check the wound for him.

"Feng Wu..."

In the room, before Dongfang Han could call Feng Wuxin's name, he heard a clanging sound, a red demon sword was thrown in front of him, and the cold coldness burst out from Feng Wuxin's body.

Feng Wuxin placed the Red Feather Sword on the table, came to Dongfang Jie, and took apart the wound wrapped around Dongfang Jie's abdomen.

"The wound has recovered well." Although she really wanted to chop the dead mermaid to make soup, it has to be said that the healing ability of the dead mermaid has restored Dongfang Jie's wound very well.
Chapter completed!