Feng Xiaoxiao frowned, but her eyes flashed, as if she suddenly thought of something.
She smiled sly: "Okay, I can answer your question. But you also have to answer my 'some' questions, and it must be the truth!"
Bai Ye was also a little surprised to see her so easy to talk to, and he didn't know what the girl was trying to do.
But soon, she finally understood Feng Xiaoxiao's intention.
The little girl's questions are basically about Lancang. Although there are not many questions, the meaning is very comprehensive, and she almost asked the prince's food, clothing and expenses.
Seeing her eyes burning and her concentration was concentrated, she probably couldn't remember any questions Bai Ye asked.
It was not until two days later that several people refused the elders' invitation to have dinner alone, and Lancang and Bai Ye sat on the round table and sighed together.
Xingchen and Baili Hongzhuang looked at each other with helpless expressions.
Then, Hongzhuang reached out and knocked on the table: "Hey, you two don't need to go out today? Are you finished?"
Lan Cang stood up sadly, and as soon as he had eaten, he leaned directly on the recliner, as if his essence had been squeezed dry, he said listlessly: "Old Feng has done it. After my three-inch tongue and thoughtful persuasion, he finally realized that such an important thing had to ask the Divine Python to try again in order to achieve everything."
"It's not easy. It seems that he is also afraid of killing the wrong person?" Baili Hongzhuang rolled her eyes, and supported her chin on her back and teased.
"No, no." The prince bent his body and shook his head enchantingly: "He is afraid that if he makes mistakes in the offerings, offends his gods, it will cause divine anger and hurt the Gu tribe."
"Bah, I'm such a stubborn person! His idea is so decayed, and he even disregards human life for this!" The beauty of Hongzhuang was so angry that she clenched her fist with one hand and hit the table with a slap.
"Calm down, less angry, you will have wrinkles." Lan Yuan crossed his legs and lay on the chair, shaking around.
Xingchen looked at Lan Cang and asked several questions curiously: "When will the next python sacrifice be held? Also, how did you convince the old man? Could it be that he promised his son-in-law to sell his body to his daughter?"
"It will be held in three days." When Lan Cang finished answering the first question, as soon as the second question of Xingchen finished, he became furious when he heard it: "What kind of body do you think I, Lan Cang, are as unconventional and ashamed as you? I haven't even seen a small hair these days. Don't talk nonsense, and turning back will ruin my good reputation."
"Puff——" Baili Hongzhuang immediately laughed when she heard his last sentence: "What good reputation do you have?"
Bai Ye, who had not spoken like a wilted flower, nodded extremely seriously at this time: "I believe in you."
The recliner under Lan Cang paused.
He asked uncertainly: "You mean, believe me?"
"Yes!" Bai Ye's little head, which was originally drooping, suddenly raised his lips and smiled impurely: "Feng Xiaoxiao has been with me recently. I found that your romantic debt is still valuable."
These two days have been exhausted. In order to serve Miss Feng, she didn't know how much brain cells she wasted, and she perfectly fabricated Lan Cang's interests, hobbies, and sexual orientation, and finally made the girl tremble.
As long as you make people happy, it will not be a problem to talk about anything you want.