All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Chapter 64

The wind came through the gap in the window, extinguished the candle, and immediately a corner of the room was darkened.

Only then did Fengning realize that it was getting late.

He stayed in the secret room a few days ago, where the Eternal Day Technique was cast, and it was as bright as day every moment, and it was impossible to distinguish day from night.

"Qinglang, it's getting late. It's time to sleep." He urged Qinglang.

Qing Lang raised his head from the file: "Go to sleep when you're sleepy."

Feng Ning shook her head: "No, I'll wait for you."

Qing Lang glanced at him: "What are you waiting for me to do?"

Feng Ning said earnestly: "I've just seen it. Your bed and the bed in my secret room are only separated by a wall. If we rest at the same time, it can barely be regarded as sleeping on the same bed."

Qing Lang: "..."

Qinglang's ears felt hot, and he extinguished the Eternal Day Technique in Fengning's secret room in a somewhat irritable manner, then picked up the thick book, and blocked the entrance of the cave.

"Go to bed by yourself." Qing Lang said coldly.

Feng Ning asked him: "What about you?"

Qing Lang ignored him.

Feng Ning touched the bed and lay down on it quietly.

The bed was very soft, but Fengning couldn't sleep at all.

Feng Ning sat up from the bed and began to grope on the wall, knocking while touching.

"Not sleeping, what are you doing?" Qing Lang's voice came from the other side of the wall.

It's just that because of the secret room and the barrier, he needs to pour spiritual power into his voice to reach Feng Ning's ears, so it looks a little distorted.

Feng Ning also used spiritual power to say: "I want to drill a small hole in this wall."

Qing Lang sneered and said, "You're getting more and more aggressive, aren't you?"

Feng Ning: "But if you don't open the hole, I can only use spiritual power to transmit sound to you when I talk to you at night, which is very laborious."

Qing Lang: "Then shut up."

Feng calmed down.

After touching for about a quarter of an hour, he tapped the wall lightly again, and said in a low voice with spiritual power: "Qinglang, it's just a small hole, small enough, I just want to be with you every day before going to bed." say something."

Qing Lang ignored him.

Did he not hear, or did he acquiesce?

Feng Ning decided to translate this silence into the latter.

So, he picked up his Fengyu long knife again, and slowly dug a hole in the wall.

But the material used for this wall is different from that of Shimen, Feng Ning only scraped off some dust after working for a long time.

He sighed in frustration, knocked on the wall with some hopelessness, and said in a low voice: "Qing Lang, please help me."

It was still quiet.

Just when Feng Ning had put away Feng Yu's long saber and was about to give up, Qing Lang's calm and calm voice sounded: "Stay away."

Feng Ning immediately jumped out of bed and moved a little further away.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of cold light flashed, Qing Lang poured foul air into the sword, and thrust it into the wall.

When the sword was withdrawn, a hole was opened in the wall and barrier of the secret room.

...a little bigger than the one on the bookcase.

Qinglang was already lying on the bed ready to sleep, Feng Ning was also lying on the bed, touched the hole with satisfaction, and said with some surprise: "Your spells have advanced to such an extent, I have been using Fengyu's long knife for a long time. If you didn’t fix it, you broke it all at once.”

Qinglang was silent for a moment, then said: "This secret room was originally built for you more than 400 years ago. The wall is made of black stone from the devil world, which is just incompatible with your phoenix feather sword. It's normal if you can't break it. "

...for me?

Feng Ning was stunned for a moment, she already had some premonition in her heart, but she still asked, "...Why?"

Qinglang's voice was steady, without any emotion: "I want to capture you and torture you every day."

Feng Ning: "..."

He suddenly regretted asking such a question.

But after hesitating for a while, he continued to ask, "And then?"

According to Qing Lang, this secret room was built more than 400 years ago.

But in the past 500 years, Qinglang has never stepped into Guining Mountain once, let alone ran over to take him away.

Qing Lang didn't answer.

When he built the secret room, he was full of anger.

But after the secret room was built, he became sober.

What did he take a heartless man for?

It only made him appear more humble and despicable.

I just didn't expect that the secret room that was shelved more than 400 years ago is now in use.

"... Qinglang?" Fengning called out his name cautiously again.

Qing Lang opened his eyes and looked into the dark room, his voice was calm, but there was a tyrannical ruthlessness in the calm: "So you'd better be obedient and don't make me unhappy, otherwise this secret room will be your coffin .”

Fengning fell silent.

Qing Lang closed his eyes, and put his arms over his eyes wearily.

But the next moment, his hand was held by someone.

——It was Feng Ning who stretched out his arm from the hole, and fumbled to hold his hand.

Qing Lang opened his eyes: "Let go."

Feng Ning: "No."

Qing Lang pulled it hard, but he didn't pull it away, but was grabbed even tighter.

It was as if Feng Ning's hand was glued to his palm with adhesive.

Qinglang's tone was cold and threatening: "Fengning, if you don't let go, I'll cut off your hand."

Feng Ning: "Cut it, reshaping my body is only a matter of one or two hundred years for me, but before you cut off my hand, I will cast necromancy on it. If that happens, you will never be able to let go of it Yes, I have to take a severed arm with me every day.”

Qing Lang: "..."

Why is there such a person as Feng Ning in the world?

Feeling that Qinglang gave up struggling, Fengning relaxed a little.

The palm of his hand was as dry as warm jade, smooth and warm, and he rubbed the palm of Qing Lang's finger as if he cherished it.

He inserted his fingertips between Qing Lang's fingers, and wanted to interlock his fingers, but because of the inconvenient posture, he gave up.

So he settled for the next best thing, gently took Qing Lang's palm, and said softly:

"Qing Lang, I'm sorry."

His voice became hoarse in the dark night, and it seemed a little lingering, as if it was wrapped with infinite sincere affection:

"But whether you believe it or not, I want to tell you thousands of times, I like you, I can tell you a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred million times, until the moment you believe it."

Qing Lang's brain has never been so clear-headed like this moment.

He felt like his whole head had been soaked in ice water, and every thought was calm and cruel.

He didn't believe Fengning's nonsense at all.

There was even a voice in the brain saying calmly and contemptuously, "Oh, liar."

But this didn't prevent him from feeling a warm current flow through his heart, crackling and crackling, causing a shiver of joy.