All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 31

Feng Ning originally didn't intend to come to the Demon Realm to participate in Qinglang's succession ceremony, because this ceremony has not gone wrong for ten thousand years, and it looks grand, but it is actually just a cutscene for each heir to take office.

Until, Qing Dahuai sent him a letter.

"Old Feng, do you want to come to the Demon Realm to attend the inheritance ceremony of Little Stone? After all, you are his nominal partner."

The newly recruited disciples were all traveling abroad, Feng Ning was too idle to do nothing, when he received Qing Dahuai's letter, he hesitated and rushed over.

It's just that as soon as he arrived, he saw that the scene almost got out of control.

——The Tianjing Stone turned black.

The sky was gloomy, and the faces of all the demons below were full of confusion, questioning, and hesitation.

The small whispers continued to increase, and it seemed that they would develop into overwhelming shouts and opposition in the next moment.

Qing Lang's father and mother also looked worried and nervous.

But Qing Dahuai, who was supposed to be Qing Lang's most solid backing, stared straight at the stone, wondering why he was in a daze.

But his little apprentice, who has always been flamboyant, full of youthful spirit, loved by thousands of people, and fearless, stood on the stage in panic, with a pale face and flustered eyes, as if he had done something wrong. He was thrown into the center of the stage and was being judged by everyone.

——fortunately came.

Seeing all this, Fengning sighed softly in her heart.

Qing Lang finally saw him on the stage, and his panic-stricken gaze finally stopped.

His little disciple looked at him and suddenly calmed down.

Qinglang's eyes seemed to have a layer of water vapor the moment he saw him, but it quickly dissipated with the panic in his eyes.

Seeing that he trusted her so much, Fengning couldn't help but speak, comforting him in a secret voice:

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

There was no panic on his little apprentice's face anymore, he just looked at him.

Just look at him.

Feng Ning didn't get too close, he just walked to an unobtrusive place around the stage, and then stopped.

The Tianjing Stone is the most sacred object in the demon world, but in Feng Ning's eyes, it is just a stone.

Feng Ning raised her hand, and from an angle invisible to others, she went to extract the turbid air from the clean stone that day.

After all, the stone was a stone from the demon world. At first, he still resisted Feng Ning's aura of the fairy world, but when Feng Ning sent him spiritual power to release the pressure, the stone gradually calmed down.

It's just that Fengning's spiritual power was damaged, so it was somewhat difficult.

The Tianjing Stone on the stage became white and transparent layer by layer, and Feng Ning's complexion under the stage gradually turned pale.

The last trace of turbidity was completely sucked away, and when the Sky Purification Stone became completely transparent, the dark demon soldiers and demon clansmen under the stage suddenly let out deafening cheers.

At the same time, Feng Ning only felt a mouthful of fishy sweetness in his throat, as if he was about to vomit blood, but he was concerned about the occasion, so he swallowed the blood.

But even so, when Feng Ning reached out to wipe the corner of her lips, there was still a trace of blood.

Feng Ning frowned, wiped off the blood stains on her hands, raised her head and continued to look at the stage.

Everyone's expressions became a little more relaxed as the color of the Sky Purification Stone changed.

But only Qing Lang frowned for some reason.

He withdrew his hand from the clear Tianjing Stone, then turned around and whispered something to the elder presiding over the ceremony, and then walked off the stage from behind.

... Isn't there another ceremony after being certified by the Tianjing Stone?

Feng Ning was a little puzzled.

But he soon figured it out.

——Qing Lang was frightened a lot by the pitch-black Sky Cleansing Stone just now, and I'm afraid he's not in the mood to say those grandiose testimonials.

Seeing that the succession ceremony was about to end, Feng Ning pressed her head, which was slightly empty after the damage of spiritual power, turned around, and walked back step by step.

But as soon as he got under the tree, someone grabbed his wrist violently.

"Master!"

Qing Lang's hasty voice came from beside him.

He ran a little hurriedly, his voice was a little rough, and his face turned red: "You...are you injured?"

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You have sharp eyes, but it's okay, I'll go back and rest for a while."

"Just rest here." Qing Lang looked into Feng Ning's eyes seriously, and said, "Guining Mountain is not close to here, you were injured, and your spiritual power is still damaged, it is better to use less teleportation for the sake of it." good."

Feng Ning: "Even if I'm injured, I can still perform a mere teleportation."

Qinglang's lips moved, his hand slipped down, and he held his hand tightly. He raised his eyes to look at Fengning, with some pleading in his tone: "Master..."

Feng Ning had never seen Qing Lang like this before, and his heart softened immediately: "Okay."

Qinglang's brows brightened immediately, and he held Fengning's hand firmly and walked towards the palace of the demon clan.

When Qinglang was young, he often lived with Qing Dahuai, and when he grew up, he built a small wooden house on Fuming Mountain, and rarely entered or left his palace in the demon world.

Therefore, the guards and maids of the palace were a little surprised when they saw him, and when they saw Feng Ning who was holding his hand, they were so shocked that they couldn't even speak.

Even though Feng Ning was a thick-skinned person, he still felt that it was inappropriate for the two of them to hold hands.

So he took his hand out of Qing Lang's hand, and said, "Just lead the way ahead."

Qing Lang seemed a bit disappointed, but he didn't say anything, just nodded and said good, and then continued to walk forward.

Looking at Qing Lang's back, Feng Ning felt that he was a little different from usual today.

But what was the difference, he couldn't tell himself.

After a while, Qing Lang took Feng Ning to his own bedroom.

This bedroom is huge, twice as big as Fengning's Duyu Pavilion, but... the style is a bit weird.

The demon palaces are all made of stone, and the overall style is dark, solemn and gorgeous, but there are only green rooms, which look...much more colorful.

His walls are covered with kites and various brightly colored bows and arrows.

Several Luban locks, Jiulianhuan and other toys were placed in a mess on his desk, and a brightly colored Cuju ball rolled down on the corner of the desk.

The most excessive thing is that a small mud pond was laid out on an open space inside the house, and some flying birds, insects and fish were pinched crookedly in the mud pond.

Seeing Feng Ning staring at the small mud pool, Qing Lang suddenly blushed, he immediately used spells to take the mud pool away, and then said a little uncomfortably: "...that, that was given to me by Grandpa Zeng when I was a child. I made it... I lived in this house when I was a child, and I have stopped playing with these things a long time ago."

Feng Ning looked at his reddened earlobes, and smiled: "Did I say anything?"

Qing Lang pursed his lips, lowered his head, and whispered, "...I'm afraid you think I'm young and immature."

Feng Ning patted his head and said with a smile, "But you're just a kid."

Qinglang raised his head suddenly, his gray eyes fixed on Fengning, with unpredictable emotions hidden inside, he said: "I'm not a child, I'm almost 21 years old, when you pursued me, why did you Don't you think I'm a child?"

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

He was about to say something when Qing Lang spoke first.

"...I'm sorry." Qing Lang lowered her eyelashes and said softly, "I shouldn't have said such things."

He gently pulled Feng Ning to the bed, and lowered the bed curtain for him.

"Master, you should rest first."

Feng Ning finally found out why something was wrong with Qing Lang today.

He couldn't help asking: "Why are you so good today?"

He paused, and continued: "Is it because of the Tianjing Stone? Although the color change of the Jingshi that day is a unique miracle, it does not mean anything, and it has been covered up now, so you don't need to be so alarmed."

Qing Lang didn't speak.

Feng Ning couldn't see his expression clearly, only his downcast eyebrows and eyes could be seen.

Fengning sighed softly in her heart.

He is probably still scared.

After all, I didn't even dare to participate in the last speech just now because I was afraid.

Fengning's mind suddenly remembered Qinglang's frightened eyes like a deer when he stood on the stage just now.

Feng Ning wanted to reach out and touch Qing Lang's head, but she was afraid that he would not like it, so she patted him on the shoulder: "Are you still afraid?"

But he patted it twice, and felt that it was almost meaningless, so he asked, "Do you want to hug me?"

Qing Lang suddenly looked up at him, his eyes were clear.

"...I was joking." Feng Ning touched her nose in embarrassment.

But Qing Lang stretched out his hand suddenly, rushed forward and hugged him.

His movements were so abrupt and without warning.

He unexpectedly threw Fengning down on the bed.

The strength of his hug was so strong that his bones ached.

He buried his head in Feng Ning's neck, and tightened his arms inch by inch.

... He really was terrified.

Feng Ning sighed lightly.

He patted Qing Lang on the back, hesitated for a long time before coming up with a word: "It's okay, it's okay...it's okay."

His coaxing appearance was so unfamiliar and stiff that even Qing Lang couldn't help raising his head and laughing: "When Master comforts people, does the only word he say is this?"

Feng Ning: "..."

Children have a lot to ask for.

It's just... Qinglang's brows and eyes became so lively and bright, and she didn't look afraid at all.

"Get up." Feng Ning reached out and poked Qing Lang's chest, "I don't think there is any need to comfort you, you look more energetic than me."

Qinglang seems to be Bifengning spirit indeed.

Feng Ning's entire face was extremely pale, and her lips were also bloodless.

There was only a faint trace of blood on the corner of his lips.

The color is extremely clear and light, if Qing Lang was not so close, he would not be able to see clearly.

Qinglang stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and gently rubbed the ball of blood with his fingertips.

But it can't be wiped off.

Feng Ning: "What are you doing?"

"...There is blood, but I can't wipe it off." Qing Lang said.

Feng Ning stretched out her hand and wanted to rub it with the back of her hand: "There is nothing that can't be wiped off."

But before his hand touched the corner of his lips, Qing Lang grabbed it.

"...Qinglang?" Fengning called his name.

But Qing Lang didn't respond to him, but stared at the blood on the corner of his lips with a pair of heavy eyes.

Perhaps because of the backlight, Qinglang's two-way light-colored eyes also became dark and gloomy at this moment, flashing an unknown color.

... a little strange.

Feng Ning licked her somewhat dry lips, blinked, and tried to free Qing Lang's hand.

But the next moment, Qing Lang pressed his hand on the bed, leaned over and kissed it.

Soft lips brushed against the corners of his lips, kissing his lips.

And because he was unprepared, he was invaded inch by inch.

The young man closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hair fell on Fengning's cheeks.

Itchy.

After an unknown amount of time, Qing Lang finally let him go.

He looked at Fengning who was stunned, and said with a smile:

"Master, I want to confess to you that the elder brother slandered me and kissed the master that day, it was not slander."