293 Do you feel happy when you wake up early in the morning and see me~
Fusang just fell asleep leaning on Feng Teng's chest. It was so quiet that Feng Teng could only hear Fusang's even breathing.
The smile on Feng Teng's lips was deep. He had no other distracting thoughts. He just adjusted Fusang's sleeping position to be more comfortable and fell into a deep sleep.
During this period of time, no one in the Dragon Palace had a peaceful sleep, especially Feng Teng, and this night, it was an unusually good dream.
When it gets slightly brighter, Fusang wakes up. This is probably his habit during this period of time.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he found the big domineering hand on his waist. Fusang smiled knowingly, and there was a sweet little wave in his heart.
He moved his little head slightly, raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Teng's sleeping face, ha~ he is so handsome~
I had known that Feng Teng had the beauty to captivate thousands of girls, but I didn't expect that a man could be so beautiful even while sleeping.
Sometimes Fusang would think that it would be a waste to have such a look on a man's face.
But if it doesn't grow on Feng Teng's face, it will be even more of a waste.
"Woman, if you saw me every morning when you woke up, wouldn't you feel very happy?" Feng Teng's joking voice suddenly sounded above Fusang's head.
Fusang, who was staring at Feng Teng, was surprised to see Feng Teng's mouth opening and closing without even opening his eyes.
She forgot that Feng Teng could guess what she was thinking without even looking.
"Then if you saw me every morning when you woke up, would you also feel very happy?" Fusang gently patted Feng Teng's chest and joked. We all share the same bed, so there is nothing wrong with it.
There are no words left to speak.
Feng Teng smiled and said nothing, and reached out to stroke Fusang's shoulder-length hair with gentle movements.
Fuso continued to enjoy the tranquility of the early morning.
"Little Yang, are you completely fine now?" Fuso raised his head and asked softly.
Feng Teng suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly appeared again. This feeling of ups and downs was very bad.
"Have you ever seen anything happen to the great Dragon King?" Feng Teng responded calmly, continuing the movements in his hands.
Of course he knew what Fuso was worried about, but it was indeed no longer a serious problem now, and there was even room for upgrades.
Staying is not to recuperate, but to better improve yourself.
Just like what Chongming Lao Dao said, this time is not just a rebirth, but also an upgrade to a higher level. After that, of course he will return to the Dragon Palace, and naturally he will completely cut off ties with the heaven, and will have no contact with him until death.
"But why do I always feel like something is wrong?" Fuso did have this uneasy feeling, but couldn't tell what it was.
"You are too worried. All you need to do is follow the old Chongming Tao and learn the magic of immortality! Learn as much as you can, don't try too hard!" Feng Teng hugged Fusang and warned.
Originally I was not in favor of Fusang studying with Chongming, but after thinking about it, since Fusang already has a connection with the immortals and has immortal energy in his body, it is actually the best to study with the old Taoist Chongming. You can learn the very pure way of the immortal family, and then you can fight against it.
With a good foundation, it will be easier for him to teach Fusang in the future.
"Ah, by the way, I'm going to meditate and study. I have to get up!" After being reminded by Feng Teng, Fusang hesitated and wanted to get up, but was held down by Feng Teng.
"It's still early, let's lie down for a while."
Fuso looked at the bright sky outside,
"It's getting late, it's already dawn!"
"Of course the sky in heaven gets very early!" Feng Teng responded casually.
"Is that so?" Fusang was doubtful and lay back on Feng Teng's chest, closing his eyes slightly and preparing to sleep for a while.
Of course Feng Teng just said it casually, and no one came to urge him, so why did he get up so early?
Just when I thought that no one came to remind me, there was a knock on the door.
"Fuso, are you up?"
Long Tianhao had the courage to shout. Originally, he wanted Youran to shout, but thinking about it, she would be even more embarrassed as a girl.
Chongming Shangxian was already waiting there.
Hearing the shouting, Fusang woke up completely and sat up suddenly.
"Little Yang, did you lie to me again?"
After punching Feng Teng hard on the chest, Fusang crawled under the bed. When he was about to get out of bed, he stepped on Feng Teng's belly and exclaimed:
"Little lamb, why is there no meat on your belly? It's so hard!"
Fusang thought about how when she was a child, when she stepped on her father's belly, it was very soft, like stepping on cotton.
"I have a good figure. There is no fat on my belly. It's all muscles. Do you want to take a look?" As he said this, Feng Teng started to lift his clothes.
"Ah~ I don't want it!" Fusang screamed, turned around and ran away, and a hearty laugh came from behind his ears.
Long Tianhao, who was leaning at the door, watched Fusang running out with a red face, and couldn't help but joke:
"Why, the battle last night wasn't enough, why should we come again in the morning?"
Fusang glanced at Long Tianhao,
"What nonsense are you talking about! We both have nothing!"
After yelling, Fusang ran to wash his face.
And Youran just came out, carrying a red sandalwood box in her hand.
"Coming?" Long Tianhao walked towards Youran.
"I made some snacks for breakfast." Youran put the box on the table, took out a piece of snack from it and handed it to Long Tianhao.
Taking it, Long Tianhao stuffed it into his mouth. He drank wine last night and didn't eat much. When he woke up in the morning, his stomach was really empty. With such a delicious snack, Long Tianhao really felt like it.
Beautiful and happy.
"This is sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It's sweet but not greasy. It's delicious. Can I have another piece?" Long Tianhao asked before he could swallow it.
From the moment Long Tianhao took his first bite, Youran carefully observed Long Tianhao's expression. When she found that he quite liked it, her hanging little heart breathed a sigh of relief.
"Of course! In addition to sweet-scented osmanthus cake, there are many other flavors. I can only make fancy snacks."
There was some apology in Youran's words. After all, this is just a snack, just for stuffing between teeth. It can't be compared with Fuso's meat pie, which can satisfy people's hunger. That's why Youran wants to learn cooking skills from Fuso.
"You did a good job. I don't think Fusang is good at this. You two can talk and talk when you have time!" Long Tianhao ate happily, then he stuffed one into his mouth and said inarticulately.
"What do you want to communicate with me?" Fuso, who had quickly finished washing, ran over and asked curiously.
"Oh~it smells so good!" Various light floral fragrances came to my nose, and Fusang felt it.
"The snacks made by Youran are delicious. I said you definitely don't know how to make such exquisite snacks. You two can learn from each other!" Long Tianhao said with a smile.
"It tastes delicious just from the smell! I'll give it a try!" He said, twisting a piece of hibiscus and taking a bite. It was indeed delicious.
At first, Sequoia also made a lot of snacks that looked delicious, but Fusang was not interested at all and felt uncomfortable looking at them. But when I saw what Youran made, I felt very appetizing. It turned out that the food was also very delicious.