Chapter 1167: The cute little general who has become the "Oiran" (52)
"This is what I expected."
Feng Lan smiled, his eyes lowered, "Those old guys just want to intervene, but it's okay..."
"Xinger,"
As he said, the man suddenly lowered his eyes, stared at Xiang Xing carefully, and laughed softly, "I have already figured out the strategy for the next step for the saint during the period of the tortoise breathing regimen... So, tomorrow morning. , I’ll trouble you to invite the sage over and let me talk to him in detail, okay?"
"……Well?"
Xiang Xing blinked softly, tilting his little head somewhat incomprehensibly.
He said straightforwardly, "It's only a quarter of a century. Whatever the saint said to be her flower protector, they are still following Sister Fenghan and blocking her enthusiastic sons and brothers."
Rather than let Situ Ling do such a desperate thing, it's better to call him in and discuss this top priority first, right?
——Huh, why is she suddenly a bit like an old woman who hates iron and steel.
The little guy couldn't help complaining to himself.
But seeing the man in front of him suddenly startled.
Afterwards, the corners of his scarlet lips were raised in a meaningful way, his voice was low, and he asked a seemingly irrelevant question.
"Sister Xing'er, you are not curious, why did I suddenly wake up?"
"...Then, why?"
The little guy pursed his pink lips and asked him cooperatively.
But I thought in my heart, martial arts masters, isn't it that the higher the internal strength, the faster the recovery.
Unexpectedly, Feng Lan suddenly seemed to have a deep smile, and Tao Hua's eyes rose slightly.
He moved his head closer to her, and continued to ask, "You didn't notice...Is me at this moment different from usual?"
"……what?"
This question stunned Xiang Xing directly.
Is it different?
She squinted her soft eyes, craned her neck, and looked at the man carefully.
Well.
The eyes are the eyes, and the nose is the nose, the appearance has not changed.
that is……
For some reason, she seemed to feel that his ears, which were perfectly contoured, were slightly reddish, even if they were illuminated by candlelight or something.
Moreover, his holding his own hand seemed to be too hot.
To be precise, it seemed that the person sitting opposite to him, like a mobile heater, was faintly radiating heat.
No wonder she doesn't have a stuffy nose anymore.
After thinking about it, the little guy once again got his head small.
He couldn't help bending his eyes, and said with a smile: "Brother Fenglan, you are like a big heating stove now, even Xing'er's wind and cold run away"
"……what."
Feng Lan gave a good laugh.
But he leaned a few minutes closer, so close that the towering nose was almost touching her.
And in the dark brown peach blossom eyes, a rich color appeared, as if there were many villains in it.
"Yes... I do look like a big stove at the moment."
He continued to laugh, but the conversation turned slightly, "However, the firewood and charcoal of this big stove are somehow...somehow they can't be burnt."
"what?"
Xiang Xing still didn't understand his vague words at first.
But soon, she seemed to have suddenly realized something, and her soft cheeks suddenly showed two colors.
No, it won't be what she thinks...
When the little guy panicked, he finally smelled a looming mysterious aura.
When she had just eaten the cake, she was always disturbed by the fragrance of the cake, and she didn't pay much attention.
After Fenglan's reminder, she suddenly realized...This bedroom was filled with an indescribable, but surprisingly fascinating fragrance.