"You don't want to change your pants?" She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
Hearing this, and looking at her shining eyes, his face darkened: "Just change your clothes."
"Oh." She responded with some regret, glancing at the belt. It was just a little bit off, just a little bit off...
Seeing the expression on her face, Lord Yan's mouth twitched. He couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he turned his eyes away and looked to the other side.
After changing the bloodstained shirt, Lord Yan lay down to rest and ordered: "Go to sleep outside. I will call you if there is anything."
Feng Jiu glanced at him and asked, "You won't take off your mask?"
This person seemed to be wearing a mask all the time, even when sleeping, as if he didn't want her to recognize him. Could it be someone she knew
"Get out." Lord Yan glanced at her and his voice was cold and hard.
Seeing this, Feng Jiu shrugged her shoulders and said nothing more. She went to the soft couch outside and lay down. She closed her eyes and couldn't fall asleep. She was thinking in her heart, how should she escape? Should she take some spiritual medicine with her before escaping
The next morning, when the Lord of Hell woke up and walked out of the outer room, he saw the figure curled up on the couch. The black-green ointment on his face seemed to have dried after a night, and the surface was slightly cracked, but the man was still sleeping like a pig, snoring.
He raised his foot and kicked her foot, but she pulled her foot up and murmured, "Go play somewhere else, don't bother me."
He raised his eyebrows, a faint light flashed in his deep eyes. He looked at her deeply, walked out, came to the outside of the yard, and ordered the guards to fetch water for him to wash.
When it was noon, Fengjiu turned over, but forgot that she was sleeping on a soft couch. As she turned over, she fell to the ground with a bang. The sound was so loud that even the Lord of Hell who was having breakfast outside could hear it.
"hiss!"
She took a slight breath, rubbed her injured arm, and stood up. She regained consciousness. When she looked up, she saw Yingyi standing at the door, staring at her with curiosity. She glared at him unhappily.
"What are you looking at? Have you never seen someone fall to the ground?"
"laugh!"
Ying Yi sneered, nodded, and said, "I've never seen anyone fall off the bed while sleeping. How deep are you sleeping?"
Fengjiu ignored him and touched the ointment on her face, which had already dried. She said, "I'll go first." Without waiting for him to speak, she walked out quickly.
When he arrived outside the courtyard, he saw that Lord Yan was eating breakfast. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the exquisite food on his table and shouted to the guards outside, "Bring me some bowls and chopsticks!"
Then he went to the back, rinsed his mouth, and sat down at the table.
"I think you don't mind if I eat with you." She took the bowl and chopsticks handed to her by the guard, picked up a green dumpling and took a bite without hesitation.
Her eyes lit up and she said vaguely, "Hmm! It's filled with gravy. It smells so good!"
Seeing her greedy look, as if she hadn't eaten for hundreds of years, Lord Yan slowed down his meal and ordered, "Send another portion over."
The casual voice made Ying Yi look up in surprise, and saw that his master did not mind the young man sitting opposite him with a face covered with ointment and eating with him, and even asked him to have another portion. He couldn't help but have more thoughts in his heart.