quickly transmigration bl : cute devil

Arc 5. 7 : Choice

At the same time, this is also the reason why he wants to get Qingyun's power.

However, Sheng Feng did not have any looseness because of his words. Lu Changfeng only felt that the pain in his mind was more intense.

At this moment, a clear voice suddenly sounded: "Put him."

Sheng Feng glanced, unbelievably looking out from behind the room, Qingyun: "You...you talked to me?"

Seeing the man's silly look, Qingyun's face became colder, and his voice clearly contained some impatience: "I said let him go, you didn't hear it?"

His voice just fell, Sheng Feng instantly loosened his hand, and Lu Changfeng slammed into the ground.

"I, I... No, he is against you..." Sheng Feng was a little helpless, and his heart was full of joy because of the first time the young man took the conversation. This joy was swaying in his heart, letting him explain even a sentence. Can't tell.

"Let him go." Coldly glanced at Sheng Feng, and Qing Yun turned and returned to the room.

Sheng Feng was full of eyes and was full of Qingyun. He didn’t pay much attention to Lu Changfeng, who was half-dead behind him, and followed Qingyun into the door.

Behind him, Lu Changfeng, who finally got the freedom, left the home of Sheng Feng.

Walking into the door, Sheng Feng looked at the young man who was sitting there, though in the sunshine, but still looked cold and unusual. He swallowed two salivas nervously, and then he stepped forward and sat opposite Qingyun.

This is the first time that Qingyun has taken care of him.

Sheng Feng feels that he is afraid of something wrong. He did not treat the five-year-old Qing Xiaoyun and the adult Qingyun as two people. His two feelings for Qingyun are similar and integrated, but he treats Xiaoxiao. The attitude of Yunhe Qingyun is quite different.

In front of Qing Xiaoyun, Sheng Feng is an image of an elder. He used his broad shoulders to support a five-year-old Qing Xiaoyun to support a safe and warm sky. He was very pampered by Qing Xiaoyun, and he was almost struggling. Take care of him.

However, in the face of Qingyun, Sheng Feng felt that he immediately changed from two meters to two centimeters. He subconsciously cautiously prayed for the favor of the youth, and more often he faced the indifference of the youth.

He felt that he was very weak, but this kind of experience made Sheng Feng not reject it at all. It seems that this mode of getting along has been engraved into his soul, but he is somewhat rude.

"You..." Sheng Feng just slammed his mouth and heard the sound of his wings slamming.

The pigeon raised by Qing Xiaoyun flew over and fell on the round table between the two. Two black and bright peas eyes stared at Qingyun. This pigeon seems to see that Qingyun is different from usual. Shantou looks at Qingyun, but still jumps closer.

Sheng Feng saw some unpredictable feelings when he saw the appearance of this pigeon.

Sure enough, the adult Qingyun did not have these loves to take care of the small animals. He glanced coldly at the pigeons on the table, and the indifferent reprimands blurted out: "Roll."

The pigeons on the table froze in an instant, and then flew out of the balcony like an escape, and almost even hit the glass.

"Don't..." Sheng Feng subconsciously reached out and stopped. Qing Xiaoyun liked this pigeon very much. He couldn't wait to hold it every day while sleeping. This pigeon seems to have been tamed by Qing Xiaoyun, even if he flew out several times. When Qing Xiaoyun called it, he would fly back immediately.

If the pigeon that flies out knows the thoughts of Sheng Feng, he will definitely swear an mmp. God knows how much he wants to escape the little demon. It has a pigeon, and the hair is almost annihilated.

However, as long as Qing Xiaoyun called it, it immediately could not control his wings and flew back to him.

Seeing that the pigeons were flying away, Sheng Feng began to commit guilty. When Qing Xiaoyun came out again, he could not find the pigeons. I don’t know what the reaction was...

Qingyun looked coldly at Sheng Feng’s extended hand, and he snorted: “How? Treat me as a child?”

Qingyun appeared from time to time these days. Every time he appeared, his memory in his mind made him even more angry. At the same time, he also felt the calmness after the wound was healed.

These two contradictory emotions made Qing Yun’s feelings unclear and unclear. Sometimes he even pretended to be close to the man as Qing Xiaoyun’s, but did not expect Sheng Feng to be extremely sensitive, or to know more about Qing. Xiaoyun, several times almost see through the clouds.

Thinking of this, Qingyun bit his teeth. If not... If you are not afraid of the attention of the protagonist, you will never let go of this man.

"No, I didn't treat you as a child." Hearing the words of Qing Yun, Sheng Feng replied with sincerity, this young man is so strong that he does not need the sympathy of others, Sheng Feng naturally will not see him as a child, and, How can he have a kind of thought for a child?

"is it?"

Qingyun's eyebrows were sharp, and he leaned close to the man who seemed to be awkward in front of him. He was very close, and his thin lips were almost close to the man's cheek. Qingyun heard the man's breathing sound almost heavy in an instant. He looked at the eyebrows and looked at the man. The man’s eyes were extremely embarrassing. Obviously, this reaction to himself was particularly embarrassing.

This kind of reaction of the man is familiar to Qingyun. On the contrary, the previous man’s tolerance for him as the elders made Qingyun feel uncomfortable.

Sheng Feng looked at Qingyun’s thin lips, and looked at his own body with his arrogant eyes that seemed to be mixed with temptation. His body seems to be a toy in the hands of young people, and every move is controlled by Qingyun.

Suddenly, Sheng Feng slammed his face and slammed his face. His big movements simply brought the stool behind him.

"I... I am going to cook."

Difficult to spit out a sentence, Sheng Feng fled in the eyes of Qingyun's playful and ridiculous eyes.

The emperor hid in the kitchen, Sheng Feng squinted and sighed. Why is he so unpromising? I am afraid that something is wrong? Why is it always ugly in front of young people? How does Qingyun think of him and regard him as a metamorphosis?

Looking at a row of gray knives on the kitchen wall, Sheng Feng simply wanted to smash his own disobedient stuff.