The ebony boat turned its bow, and Wu Jinyue let go of the official ceremony without a shadow.

Gongyi Wuying raised his right hand, gently stroked the wound on his left shoulder, looked at Wu Jinyue, his hand trembled, and he slapped him in the face fiercely, the anger in his eyes gushed out, and he turned around and went to the cabin.

Wu Jinyue grabbed her wrist from behind, but she threw her away.

I only heard the sound of ping-pong, tables and chairs falling to the ground, and cups and bowls breaking on the deck.

Everyone dispersed from the deck, and Wu Jinyue stood at the door of the cabin, standing until the sky was hazy with the moon.

A group of servants stood behind him, and the Venerable was like a god in their hearts, even if he mocked King Chen like that, King Chen didn't dare to do anything to the Venerable, and this strange sect master's wife actually slapped the Venerable in public, which was much more serious than stabbing him in public.

It's already past dinner time, but no one dares to go forward. Look at the Venerable standing there, the cold air around him is pressing. But in case the Venerable Majesty's stomach is hungry, who dares to take care of it?

A servant was bold, approached Wu Jinyue, and asked cautiously, "Your Excellency, the food is cold, but do you want to bring it in now?" ”

"What time is it? I haven't prepared dinner yet. Under the moonlight, I couldn't see Wu Jinyue's expression, but I heard the cold sound quality.

The servant was so frightened that he quickly knelt down and said in fear: "The slave should die, the slave should prepare immediately." ”

Wu Jinyue pushed open the hatch, and her voice was obviously softer: "Hurry up and prepare." Slowly, he walked in.

There was no light in the cabin, and it was extremely dark, Wu Jinyue turned on the fire fold and lit a candle on the bulkhead.

Gongyi stood by the cabin window without a shadow, and when he saw him lighting the lamp, his eyes glanced at him.

Wu Jinyue approached her and took her hand, "Feng Ning, I really can't think of it...... A better way is to make King Chen give up. His voice was soft and slow, and his eyes were full of apologies.

Gongyi Wuying wanted to withdraw his hand, but in vain, his face froze, and he said in a mocking tone: "Don't be too humble with your own feelings, use your feelings as bait, Feng Ning's worries as the backing, and King Chen's pride as the bet. In my opinion, there is no better way to convince King Chen that Feng Ning has left. No matter what your purpose is, but at least the witch cult master has such an accurate grasp of human nature, it's no wonder that he can control the succubus Dafa. ”

Listening, Wu Jinyue stayed on the spot, speechless, silent for a while, and said softly: "But the succubus Dafa can't control the person he loves." ”

"If love is about controlling someone, then it doesn't have to be, it's too much trouble. I think that the person I like should be frank and humble. He does not take advantage of feelings, but respects. Gongyi Wuying raised his right hand, broke the fingers of his hand one by one, paused, turned around, and walked outside the cabin.

There was a servant who brought the meal to him, and the official ceremony ignored it.

The night grew darker, and there was only a thin glimmer of light in the sky.

On the edge of the boat, Gongyi Wuying exhaled a long breath, relieved, and someone around him approached gently, but the aroma was blown away by the night wind.

"Feng Ning, have you thought about it? It's voluntary to stay. Wu Jinyue thought deeply and said softly.

"Maybe I'm not sure by day, but now I can tell you without hesitation that I've thought about it." Under the hazy moonlight, Gongyi's shadowless gaze was like ice, and his voice did not contain a trace of temperature.