Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to have worked.

Xiang Xing tilted his little head and frowned slightly.

Doesn't he like to eat grilled chicken thighs?

This is the signature dish of their Fengxiang Building.

Feeling that the gourmet temptation will not succeed, the little guy can only take back the big chicken leg and nibble on it himself.

Nibbling and gnawing, she suddenly struck again, couldn't help but smile and smirked the chicken leg in her mouth, wiped the oil off her little hand, and quietly stretched it out to Feng Lan's neck.

Scratch and scratch gently.

Until there was a sudden creak of opening the door from behind, the girl suddenly withdrew her hand like a child who had done something wrong, and retracted back to the edge of the bed.

Then he turned his head cautiously and winked at the smiling woman standing by the door.

"I said General Xiang, they all said that Xiaolan is just recuperating in turtle breathing, and when he should wake up, he will wake up."

Feng Han turned around and closed the door, then covered his mouth lightly, and paced to Xiang Xing.

Looking at her still girl's dress, the woman's beautiful eyes were full of meaningful smiles, "You can't afford to stay here as if you were taking care of a sick person...... Otherwise, the saint will suspect you in a while. ”

“…… Then let him doubt it. ”

Xiang Xing shrugged his shoulders indifferently and continued to nibble on the big chicken leg.

Hmph, they went to great lengths to put on such a real scene, and someone even played himself on the bed and lay down, not all to help him resolve this group of Beihu assassins who came to assassinate him.

If he dares to say anything, or blame something, then he Situ Ling is a faint king~

However, after all, the little guy still vaguely felt that Feng Lan's general practice of pretending to be dead and pretending to be real was really a bit too messy.

She couldn't help but sigh faintly. Wanshulou

After gnawing the chicken thighs clean and wiping his little hands, his head continued to droop on the edge of the window, staring at a certain sleeping beauty with soft eyes.

From time to time, I scratched his palms, neck, or waist.

Seeing this scene, Feng Han, who was preparing incense to calm the nerves, couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise.

In the past, whenever Xiao Lan used the Turtle Breath to nourish his body, anyone who touched him would definitely be bounced away by his domineering and powerful protective body.

This little general is an exception......

Feng Han couldn't help but think of the time a while ago, when this little girl first saw Feng Lan, and even when she came back to Fengxiang Building for the first time, she directly played the little brother's "White" with a very different tune.

There was a pause, as if he had an epiphany.

It seems that this little girl is the girl in the dream who kept talking about Xiaolan when she was sick.

No wonder when he saw her that night, Xiao Lan immediately eased up from his crazy state.

Thinking of this, Feng Han couldn't help lowering his eyes slightly and smiled with emotion.

It's no wonder that Xiaolan has been looking for her for a year in the entire Xuanyuan, and even the entire continent for the distribution of eyeliner......

It was a hidden identity.

Not to mention, who would have thought that their most heroic and warlike young general in Daxuanyuan was actually such a cute and clever daughter.

But at least, I was lucky enough to let Xiaolan meet.

And this time, he finally came to the bitter end.

Thinking about it, Feng Han let out a long sigh of relief.

When I wanted to continue the work of blending incense, I suddenly heard a few very light sneezes from the direction of the bed.

The woman paused in her hand and couldn't help but glance sideways.