Fang Xiyan looked at the small pavilion again. Does it look familiar? It seems that she should think it looks familiar?
She smiled, and without comment, she raised her foot inside. The pavilion was decorated in a simple and elegant manner. There were two or two stools, and there were various fruits and pastries on a table table, and a guqin was placed horizontally on the table table.
Fang Xiyan was stunned when she saw the guqin. In modern times, she also learned a piece of musical instruments, and what she learned was the guqin. Now when she saw it, she suddenly felt familiar.
Feng Xiaoxun held her hand and sat down in front of a table table, and casually peeled a fruit that looked like an orange to her: "This is a pomelo, can you try it or you like it?"
The pomelo was golden and full, with a fragrant smell. Fang Xiyan tasted it, sour and sweet, and the fragrance left on her teeth and cheeks. It was the taste she liked very much, so she peeled it and ate it.
Feng Xiaoxun saw her eating sweetly, her eyebrows stretched out, and said with a smile: "I know you like to eat, which is your favorite thing in the past. Every time your adoptive father went out to ask what you wanted, you always put this thing in it.
First place.”
Fang Xiyan was peeling her hands and suddenly there was no smell in her mouth...
Feng Xiaoxun didn't notice her emotions and continued to make other food for her-
After all, Fang Xiyan knows only a limited knowledge of this world and doesn’t see much. She has never seen some of the food in this world before.
Feng Xiaoxun introduced her like that. To be honest, these things taste good and are indeed suitable for Fang Xiyan's taste. But Feng Xiaoxun always adds a sentence when she eats sweetly: "This is your past
I like to eat it." She had no appetite for no reason. No matter what she eats, it would be like chewing wax...
She didn't eat much, but she felt a little supportive in her stomach. After a moment, when Feng Xiaoxun fed her again, she finally shook her head: "I won't eat anymore, I'm full."
"I'm full after eating this little?" Feng Xiaoxun frowned: "You used to eat more than now!"
Fang Xiyan felt that she had never hated the word "original" as she is now! Because it represents another person...
There was a fire in my heart and I couldn't help but sneer: "It was originally the same, now it is now! Now I have no appetite!"
"Don't have an appetite?" Feng Xiaoxun was surprised, raised his hand and pressed on her pulse: "Do you feel uncomfortable?" He touched her forehead again: "Don't you burn."
Fang Xiyan: "..." She suddenly felt a little weak and said dyingly: "I'm fine, I just don't have an appetite."
Feng Xiaoxun frowned and sighed softly: "You humans are just a little fragile..." I remember when Fei Yue came to his Demon Palace, she also loved to get sick. Compared with the life force of the demon, she seemed much fragile. So
He simply raised her soul directly and let her be reborn from the demon fox...
He looked at Fang Xiyan again. He really wanted her to be cruel these days. Although it was not seven times a night, there were always three or four times a night, and it was often tossed until the sky was dim...
He is a powerful demon king, so it doesn't matter, but she is a real person. She can't stand it if she makes such a struggle. Her face is a little pale, her spirit looks a little depressed, and she looks sleepy.
He thought about it and discussed with her: "Fi'er, if this human body really doesn't work, I'll give it up. The adoptive father will make you another good one."