Chapter 662 (1/2)

Push open the door, a cold air head on, cold to the bone.

Dragon purple eyes awe inspiring, a foot into the door, you will see the wide bed, there is a kneeling and sitting human ice.

Don't think about it. I know that the human ice sculpture must be phoenix feather.

Long Zixuan's fingers tightened and his lips opened. His voice was dry and said, ”little feather, you...”

”Get out.”

As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted by Feng Yu's cold voice.

Dragon Zixuan's heart suddenly shrank, his body suddenly froze, and his eyes stared at the ice sculpture on the bed.

What happened to feather?

These days, he can obviously feel that she has opened her heart to him and is ready to accept him slowly.

Otherwise, he would not fall asleep with her.

But why did her attitude to him change so much all of a sudden?

What happened?

”Get out...”

While he was meditating, her cold and indifferent voice sounded in his ear. Long Zixuan felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes looked at her darkly, saying nothing.

”If you don't go, I'll go.”

The cold voice was impatient, and there was an inexplicable disgust. After the words fell, there was a slight click on the ice sculpture, which seemed to be broken.

Long Zixuan's neck seemed to be strangled and almost suffocated. He pursed his lips and said in a dry voice, ”no, little feather, I'll go.”

After that, he took another look at the ice sculpture on the bed, and then he stepped back from the door and closed the door.

But he didn't leave. Instead, he leaned back against the closed door, closed his eyes and breathed hard.

Little feather, he's repelling again.

What should he do.

In the room.

After the ice broke, Fengyu kept a stiff sitting posture and looked at the door with a numb look. She had turned back to the pink lips and pursed tightly. In her dark eyes, a touch of deep pain appeared.

She wanted to forget those things and be with him. She was ready to forget those things.

But why did it come to this?

She closed her eyes and rolled her throat.

When he reached out to take off his clothes and turned his head, he saw a pair of one foot long wings stretching behind him. The wings were dark, covered with extremely beautiful feathers and full of dim light.

On the feather, there is a beautiful pattern, which looks mysterious and mysterious.

She stretched out her finger and touched the feather on her wing. The wing is still growing up, and she doesn't know how much it will grow.

However, at this speed, I'm afraid it will grow to one or two meters in three or five days.

If at that time, Qingmang hasn't thought of the way to hide her wings, what should she do?

As soon as this idea floated up, she could not help but became irritable again. This kind of dark mood became more and more intense. Fengyu clenched her fist tightly. She seemed to kill people. She wanted to kill people like crazy.

The blood light gradually appeared in the dark eyes. Feng Yu bit her teeth and quickly turned the soul of ice and snow into an ice sculpture.

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