He was too close to her, and his faint breath almost blew through her ear beads when he spoke, making half of her face hot. He coughed and took a step back: "I will pay attention."
I glanced at the vase again. The vase looked like an antique, but it was as intact as before, with no thin slits on it, so how could it look broken?
As if reading the question in her eyes, Feng Xiaoxun's voice sounded again: "I have restored it with magic, and it is naturally no different from the original one."
Is he too idle to restore a vase by magic, or is this vase too special to him?
"If you say "R" again, how did it break?" Fang Xiyan couldn't help but ask, and after asking, she realized that she was a little gossiped again.
Feng Xiaoxun glanced at her. She was still so curious at this time, but it looked like her style.
He didn't answer for a long time, and Fang Xiyan also knew that he was rash in asking: "If it's inconvenient to answer, then forget it..."
"Nothing inconvenient." Feng Xiaoxun said lightly: "It was just a long time ago, a silly child hid and took a hiding in this vase, but he couldn't get out anyway, and he was sweating all over.
, she cried out in a jar of tears, and in the end someone broke the vase before she released her."
Fang Xiyan almost wanted to laugh, but she was indeed rash enough!
"That child should know martial arts, right?" She remembered a suspicious point, otherwise she would not have been able to climb into the vase.
Feng Xiaoxun's voice was deep: "Yes, he knows some martial arts, but he is just a fictional fist."
"She should be able to break the bottle if she knows martial arts inside. Why can't she hold it inside? She's waiting for someone to come to save her?" Fang Xiyan was surprised.
Feng Xiaoxun sighed: "Because this bottle used to be a magic weapon, it cannot be broken without special methods."
Magical weapon? Fang Xiyan looked at the bottle left and right: "The magical weapon should have spiritual energy, right?" Why can't she sense it at all?
"It was broken once, it was no longer a magic weapon, it was just an ordinary bottle." Feng Xiaoxun explained lazily.
That was a pity, Fang Xiyan shook her head.
When she came to this world, she had seen a lot of antique treasures and treasures, but she had never seen many magical tools.
Now I finally saw one, but one was still ineffective.
"Since it is also an ordinary bottle after it is restored, why are you wasting your demonic power to recover?"
Feng Xiaoxun answered questions and his eyes fixed on her face and replied: "Because this bottle is the child's favorite thing."
Fang Xiyan's heart swayed slightly. She had already guessed who the child was, and she couldn't tell what it felt like.
This Demon Lord is a passionate seed. He has been obsessed with a woman for so many years—
I suddenly felt a little depressed.
Thinking of the painting I saw, the girl named Feiyue was really a rare beauty in the world, much more beautiful than herself. It’s a pity that her beauty is poor, but it’s a pity that she is not her…
This last thought thundered her. What's wrong with me?
Do you still wish you were that girl?
I hope I am his little lover whom I miss?
She was startled by her thoughts and couldn't help but look up. She was facing Feng Xiaoxun's purple eyes with dark light, and her heart stumbled.
Feng Xiaoxun's next words made her heart beat more happily...