"Not really!" Feng Lan was very confident, "When you didn't know it was me just now, you called me donor, and after you knew it was me, you called me by my name." ”

"That's because I know you, and I ......," Wujiang suddenly paused.

"And what?" Feng Lan approached his arms, "And I'm your closest person, right?" I'm special to you, borderless, admit it. ”

Wujiang pursed his lips and said nothing, a little struggle flashed in his eyes.

Feng Lan said with a smile: "You once said that you like a woman, dressed in white, wearing begonia flowers, sitting under the wisteria rose, looking back and smiling, is it like me." ”

Wujiang looked at her in confusion, as if he saw that her hair was combed very familiarly, and after thinking about it, it was Hua Xi's dress when she was a child.

Two years ago, when I first met her, she was still a girl, wearing a snow-white dress, a simple bun, and two pink begonia flowers......

But that's all in the past.

Feng Lan looked at his eyes, but from his eyes, she really couldn't see the slightest affection, she was so carefully dressed, did she make him indifferent?

"Wujiang, I know you're not ruthless!" Feng Lan choked up, "But why, I have done so much, I can't impress you, do you know how hard it has been for me to live in the demon world in the past two years?" ”

"You should be happy, you are the princess of the demon world." Wujiang turned his head and sighed.

"What about the princess? My mother was unconscious, and my father and brother were all bewitched by Hua Xi, and no one loved me. Feng Lan sniffed and rolled out two lines of tears.

"Hua Xi?" Wujiang looked at her, it turned out that after Hua Xi went to the Demon Realm, a lot of things had happened.

Feng Lan's pretty face suddenly turned pale, and she muttered, "Sure enough, you still can't forget her, right?" What's so good about her? ”

Wujiang pushed her away and said with concern: "You calm down first, you have been here just now, the bloodline of the demon clan will be affected, heal your injuries first." ”

"I don't want it!" Feng Lan raised her little face, her face was full of tears, "Wujiang, you tell me, what's wrong with me?" ”

"Don't be cranky......"

"You say!" Feng Lan tugged at his collar, "You say, if it's not good, I'll change it!" I'll be what kind of person you like, woowoo woo ......"

Wujiang watched her silently, and finally, he pulled her hand away and helped her soft body to sit on the ground.

Feng Lan still looked at him crying, "You say, I'll do whatever you want me, Wujiang, I really like you so much." ”

"I'm a disciple of Buddhism, you're the princess of the Demon Realm, there's no possibility for us."

"How could it not be? If not, why is Heaven holding us together? We are already destined. ”

"It's a bad fate." Wujiang lowered his head and said sullenly.

Feng Lan suddenly raised her head and looked at him in surprise, tears sliding down her cheeks, pitiful.

"So that's what you think in your heart, don't you hate me very much?"

"Thank you for saving me." Wujiang said dryly.

"I don't want thanks."

"But all I can give is gratitude."

Feng Lan grabbed his robe tightly, and her crying voice was hoarse, "So, what if it was Hua Xi who saved you in the first place?" Is that still a bad fate for you? ”

Wujiang was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed, and then he turned his face away, "Feng Lan, don't force me." ”