Save the tragic villain in progress!

Baili Duyue's mind was unpredictable, and even Sang Feiwan didn't understand what the other party's intention was, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment when he heard the words, only feeling that this matter was good and bad.

The good thing is that in the future, I can finally gain a sense of presence in front of Baili Duyue at close range. The bad thing is that if that evil personality suddenly appears, I am afraid that my life will be in danger, and I will not be able to run away.

Walking on the tip of the knife, in a dilemma.

Just when Sang Feiwan was deep in thought and hadn't made up his mind, Baili Duyue had already turned around and left, disappearing outside the Moon Gate.It seems that he came here just to inform Sang Fei later, not to ask for his opinion.

Sang Feiwan: "..."

Fine.

Not long after, the housekeeper also received the order.He probably couldn't figure it out, but in just a few days, why did Sang Feiwan suddenly "fly up a branch and become a phoenix".Could it be that the hero is saddened by the beauty pass, and even the city lord bows down to his stunning face?

The butler was puzzled, but he finally understood one thing. Now Sang Feiwan is quite favored by the city lord, and he is definitely not the servant who can beat and scold at will. Finally, his tone of speech is unprecedentedly polite: "In Personal service in the main hall is not like sweeping the garden, you need to be extremely careful, if you violate the taboo of the city lord, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Sang Fei tidied up the study room and pruned flower branches, but he never did the work of serving people personally.Hearing this, she thought for a moment, just to be on the safe side, and finally decided not to be ashamed to ask: "Feiwan is stupid, dare to ask, what do you do to serve the city lord?"

The butler choked when he heard the words, thinking how could he know, after all, the city lord had never been served personally before, and Sang Feiwan was the first one.But he still pretended to cough lowly, frowned with his hands behind his back, and said, "The city lord treats you so favorably that you don't even know how to serve him. Naturally, you serve tea and grind ink, squeeze your shoulders and beat your back, change clothes and bathe, and warm the bed... "

As he was talking, he suddenly sensed something was wrong, his pupils constricted, and he quickly swallowed the second half of the sentence.Seeing this, Sang Feiwan paused for a moment, pretending not to hear, and saluted with a smile: "Thank you for your advice, butler, Feiwan will keep it in mind."

Hades is easy to mess with, and little ghosts are difficult to deal with. Sang Feiwan never cared about the housekeeper's bad attitude towards him.

It was only now that the butler finally felt that Sang Feiwan was not simple, and with this kind of heart, he would be able to do well by the city lord's side.After thinking about it, I finally made a secret suggestion: "You are a smart person, so you naturally know the principle of being cautious in your words and deeds. I just want to tell you one thing, never mention the old city lord and his wife in front of the city lord. Also, don't touch the box carved from thousand-year-old purple gold wood on the easel in the bedroom."

When the butler said this, Sang Feiwan became curious instead.It is understandable that he cannot mention his parents in front of Baili Duyue, because the original book of "Greedy Huan" sets that Baili Duyue has a childhood shadow, and his parents have been at odds since childhood. Asking this is tantamount to stepping on a thunderbolt.

But is there any shady secret hidden in the box on the easel in the bedroom?

Sang Feiwan deliberately asked simply: "Is there some kind of cultivation method in that box?"

The butler snorted through his nose, feeling that he was naive: "If you are cultivating mental skills, why would you put them outside in the open, anyway, just don't touch them."

Sang Feiwan lowered her eyes thoughtfully when she heard the words, smiled, thoughtfully stopped asking questions, and turned back to the house to pack her things.He will serve Baili Duyue personally in the future, so he can't live in the backyard like before, so he has to move to the main hall tonight.

Well, just tonight.

The bright moon is bright and the leaves are sparse.The royal city of Cangdu is like a giant beast, quietly dormant in the dark night.A row of night lights hung under the long and quiet corridor of the main hall, fluttering gently in the wind, and a row of indistinct shadows appeared on the floor tiles.

Sang Feiwan actually didn't have anything to pack, only a rucksack with clothes in it.He walked towards the main hall, and a long and slender shadow fell behind him, and he tasted some elegant taste like jade.

He looked nothing like a kid from a poor background, nowhere.It's just a low eyebrow and a slight smile on weekdays, not showing the mountains or dews, but people ignore it a bit.

The name of the main hall is Xuanzhu, and there are guards on duty day and night outside.When they saw Sang Feiwan coming over, they would freeze his overly dazzling face for a few seconds at most, and then quickly looked away, looking at his nose and nose, looking at his heart, and they were well-trained.

At that time, Baili Duyue was painting in the study room of the dormitory, but the brush and ink were light and light, and in the end they were all out of shape.Knowing that it was the result of his restlessness, he frowned, and finally threw the ink pen aside, balled up the paper on the table, and threw it out the door in agitation.

The ball of paper rolled, and I don't know who rolled it to someone's feet.

"Is the city lord painting?"

Sang Feiwan leaned over to pick up the ball of paper, unfolded it slowly, and saw that there were mottled ink marks on it, and he could only vaguely distinguish a person, but his appearance was not clear and was painted black.

Baili Duyue didn't expect Sang Fei to appear outside the gate of the palace, and couldn't help but eat when he saw this.He also saw that he was holding his discarded painting, and quietly kneading the magic formula with his fingertips in his sleeve, and the painting immediately ignited out of thin air, and the flames soared into the sky.

After Baili Duyue finished all this, she waited quietly for Sang Feiwan to be startled.

However, Sang Feiwan did not panic at all. He saw that the drawing paper was engulfed by the flames, and it was almost burning himself, so he unhurriedly raised his hand outside, and the night wind blew away the ashes with sparks, drifting towards the sky, scattering Be a thousand stars.

Sang Feiwan was not a three-year-old child, so naturally she would not be frightened by such ordinary tricks.He walked up to Baili Duyue and saw the mess on the table, so he rolled up his sleeves naturally, showing a hand with strong knuckles, picked up the ink ingot and began to grind the ink slowly, smiling and whispering: "Is the city master painting, why not?" Fei Wan grinds the ink for you?"

"..."

Baili Duyue asked Sang Feiwan to serve her personally today, but it was actually a spur of the moment.He was probably stimulated by Jiang Liuping's wine bag and rice bag, otherwise he would never have given such a dizzy order.Now people outside probably think that Baili Duyue lost control in front of the beauty and took Sang Feiwan as a male favorite, but they couldn't explain it clearly anyway.

The night is surging, and although there are lights and candles in the hall, it is inevitably dim and hazy.Baili Duyue's lips were slightly pursed, without any superfluous expression on her face, she looked a bit lonely.The white eyelashes are long and thick, like a thin layer of snow falling, and like receiving a handful of moonlight.The crimson robe dragged on the ground, pouring down like running water.

He quietly stared at Sang Feiwan's pleasing movements of grinding ink, and suddenly felt that it would be good to have a male pet, and it would be useless to sharpen ink and brush for himself in his spare time, but he said: "My city lord I don't want to paint today."

Sang Feiwan paused when he heard the words grinding ink.He put down the ink ingot lightly, wiped his fingertips with a white handkerchief, and instead of being at a loss, he smiled: "Then the city lord must be tired, so he should pinch his shoulders and beat his legs for the city lord."

Before he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Baili Duyue to answer, he had already lifted the hem of his robe and sat down gently beside him.A pair of hands with well-defined joints covered Baili Duyue's shoulders, rubbing them repeatedly, causing a strange and strange feeling.

Baili Duyue couldn't help but recalled the scene in the lake that day, his body suddenly began to heat up, and he suddenly became weak.He frowned imperceptibly, tried his best to ignore this strange feeling, and said in a deep voice, "No, you step back."

It doesn't sound like much of a deterrent.

Sang Feiwan paused, his eyes swept across Baili Duyue's reddish neck, as if he understood something, he slightly pursed his lips where the other party couldn't see, but his tone was somewhat resentful: "Does the city lord despise Fei? late?"

"It's not that late just feels sorry for the city lord and wants to relieve the city lord from his fatigue."

"If the city lord doesn't want to see Feiwan, then Feiwan... Feiwan should go..."

He stopped speaking and withdrew his hands, making a gesture to get up and leave.Seeing this, Baili Duyue paused, subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab him, frowned and said, "Who said that the Lord of the City doesn't want to see you anymore."

Sang Feiwan smiled imperceptibly when he heard the words, and sat back down, flipped his wrist, and directly pressed Baili Duyue's icy fingertips into his palm, then slowly tightened, his voice suddenly became low, his handsome face made him feel ashamed. My heart beat faster: "Then why doesn't the city lord want Feiwan to serve you?"

Baili Duyue didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Sang Feiwan laughed lowly: "It seems that City Lord Jiang is right."

When Baili Duyue heard him mention Jiang Liuping's wine bag and rice bag, he frowned and asked without emotion, "What did he say?"

Sang Feiwan seemed to see a white fish biting the bait in front of her, innocent and easy to deceive.The fingertips scratched Baili Duyue's palm once and for all, the itch pierced into his bones, and with a smile on his thin lips, he deliberately said slowly: "He said..."

Baili Duyue: "Say what?"

Sang Feiwan looked innocent: "Say the city lord is an idiot who doesn't have a sense of humor."

Baili Duyue's face darkened: "..."

Jiang Liuping, that damned bastard, knew that he shouldn't let him go away easily today, he would have to skin and cramp anyway!

Sang Feiwan seemed to have sensed the anger in Baili Duyue's heart, and her fingertips moved up slowly like a snake, and landed on the opponent's shoulder again, rubbing with moderate force, calming his anger without any trace: But Wan feels that the city owner is clearly pure-hearted and disdains romantic affairs."

With a secret force, he supported Baili Duyue's flexible waist, causing her to fall into his arms unconsciously.His fingertips lightly brushed the picturesque eyebrows and eyes of the other party, with a clear smile in his eyes, as if coaxing him, and asked in a low voice: "Is it?"

Baili Duyue couldn't help being bewitched into a little groggy, and Sang Feiwan always seemed to be able to accurately touch those sensitive points that he didn't even know about, his body softened like water, and his breathing became disordered.

"you……"

Baili Duyue's heart skipped a beat, and that inexplicable sense of panic suddenly swept over again, making people feel at a loss.He frowned and clenched Sang Feiwan's skirt, trying to use his strength to get up, but Sang Feiwan refused to let him go. He kneaded his waist with his fingertips, and fell back instantly defeated.

Baili Duyue's frosty white hair fell out silently at some point, casting a layer of warm light under the candle.And Sang Feiwan's collar was torn apart a bit, exposing a large chest.The corners of his lips curled up slightly, his smile was like disaster, and he said helplessly, "The city lord is too impatient..."

The seat is big enough to accommodate two people lying down like a couch.

Sang Feiwan simply leaned over slowly, directly pressing Baili Duyue under him.He supported his head with one hand, and looked down at the other person's eyebrows.The fingertips swam nimbly, and slowly brushed the side of Baili Duyue's face, and finally wrapped around a strand of silvery white hair, playing with it casually, and asked with a half-smile, "Is the city lord a little afraid of me?"

Baili Duyue's trembling eyelashes revealed his feelings: "My city lord... what is my city lord afraid of you?"

In fact, his mind was blank, dazed and helpless.I wondered what Sang Feiwan was doing, why did he suddenly put himself under him?And why are you touching your face?Is it just to do this kind of thing to raise a male pet?

"The city lord should not be afraid of Feiwan, otherwise Feiwan will be sad."

Sang Feiwan stared at Baili Duyue's flustered appearance, and couldn't help feeling amused in his heart, thinking that this man was really interesting to tease.Rubbing Baili Duyue's bright red lips with her white fingertips, she was bewitched by the soft and moist touch for a moment, and slowly approached with her head down as if possessed...

The breath is blended, and the warm breath makes people feel confused.

When Sang Feiwan was only a gap away from Baili Duyue's lips, he suddenly stopped.He slowly woke up, he never liked to have too close physical contact with others, and instinctively wanted to withdraw and leave.

And Baili Duyue, who was lying under him, noticed Sang Feiwan's hot and cold attitude, and frowned subconsciously.The crimson robe was a little messy, with folds piled up, like a wilting flower, with an indescribably dejected beauty: "What are you doing...?"

He could feel that Sang Feiwan seemed to want to do something to him just now, but suddenly stopped.

Facing Baili Duyue's clean and blank eyes, for the first time in his life, Sang Feiwan suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.He rubbed his fingertips subconsciously, glanced inadvertently, and found a spiritual pool behind the screen for bathing, hesitated for a moment, leaned over and hugged Baili Duyue from the seat.

"Of course it's to wait for the city lord to change clothes and take a shower..."

Although Sang Feiwan's appearance is stunning, her figure is not thin, but strong and slender.Holding Baili Duyue in his arms at this moment, it was also relaxed, and after speaking, he went directly to the back of the screen, intending to thoroughly carry out what the butler had ordered.