Feng Cang was naturally overjoyed to see Chang Lesheng resenting Chu Wuyou without doubt.
"According to what I know about Chu Wuyou, he is not a superficial person and would never say anything like lifting shoes. Of course, you and Feng Cang are close now. Birds of a feather flock together and people are divided into groups. They are not a family.
She is so mean even when she is not in the same house, so it is not difficult to understand why you are like this."
After Chang Le finished speaking slowly, Feng Cang's face suddenly turned pale. Could it be that Xu Chang Le saw a flaw?
Feng Cang in the cave was also slightly startled, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were deep and vicious.
But when she heard what Chang Le said later, she was relieved. It turned out that she didn't see through it.
"Wuyou, let's ignore her. I love you, I really love you." Feng Cang in the room had already reached out to caress the face of the man in white, and her bright red lips had already raised her head to kiss the man's.
lip.
After a while, the two of them were kissing passionately, and the man's hand went to untie Feng Cang's belt.
Seeing this scene, Chang Le immediately looked away. Even if she guessed that the person in front of her was not the real Chu Wuyou, she didn't want to see them being intimate.
She turned around coldly and decided to think of a plan.
Seeing Chang Le's lonely back, Feng Cang in the flower room glanced at her sideways, and then he was immersed in the illusion he had made.
At this time, on the west side of the river beach, under a dead tree, sat an extremely handsome man. He had handsome features, elegant expression, and red lips with a light pink color, which looked crystal clear and full of luster.
Seeing the strange peaks and steep mountains and quicksand everywhere, he sighed imperceptibly, hoping that Changle would be okay.
When he woke up and found himself washed up under this dead tree, it was only half a cup of tea.
After taking a proper rest, he slowly stood up, scanned the east direction with his handsome eyes, and stepped forward.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that Changle was ahead, and he must find her. Nothing could happen to Changle.
If something happens to Chang Le, he will definitely find a way to eradicate that dark fantasy palace, and even cut Feng Cang into pieces. No one can touch his Chu Wuyou woman.
Suddenly, after he had only taken a few steps, he saw a purple mist rolling across the river bank in front of him. The purple mist was lingering, and there were two phantoms in the mist.
He took a closer look and saw that the beautiful girl was actually Changle, and she was leaning in the arms of a man at the moment. That man was Weiyang Che!
The moment he saw it, he frowned, his sharp black eyes flashed with the cold light of blood, and his jade fingers were already clenched into fists.
At this time, Feng Cang, who was sitting in the cave, was very proud, with a smile on her face, "Great, if Xu Changle succeeds, it depends on Wuyou! As long as Wuyou is fooled, they will never be fooled again.
It’s impossible!”
Feng Cang sat upright and continued to arrange the illusion. Lian Yu beside him also looked proud, "The saint is still amazing! I only arranged two illusions and separated them. Now, the saint let His Royal Highness see it.
It’s the scene he least wants to see in his life!”
"Yes, to let him see the woman he loves lying under another man, such a shock, hahaha! Will he love Xu Changle again? I'm afraid he will kill her with one sword!"
"Yes, the saint can also let them fight and hurt each other. In this way, Prince Wuyou will be yours."
"Of course, pfft!" Feng Cang, who was feeling proud, suddenly felt a sweetness in his throat and spit out a mouthful of blood. The blood sprayed on the stone platform like a nozzle.