A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

In fact, Dongfang Chuqingsheng is extremely beautiful, but Lin Daiyu's beauty, because she is frail and sick all the year round, is a bit lacking in energy.

Coupled with her surly temperament, often with a gloomy face, and her rage at every turn, this beauty has naturally been reduced a lot.

With emotion, the four maids still helped Shu Ange get dressed and dressed, and then sent her to Tingzhuxuan where Feng Yunyu lived.

Listening to the scenery of Zhuxuan is very good, but the lotus flowers in the pond are almost destroyed, only the lotus leaves are left, and the bamboo also looks a little desolate in the autumn wind.

Before Shu Ange saw Feng Yunyu, he first heard the melodious and ethereal sound of the flute.

She stopped and listened quietly. Shu Ange didn't know much about classical music. When she was a college student, she spent too much time trying to survive.

In the Republic of China, she was busy setting up various factories, and in the magical world, she devoted herself to magic practice.

But this does not prevent Shu Ange from appreciating, the continuous sound of the flute is sometimes gentle and feminine, and sometimes desolate and empty.

Several little maids were also fascinated, and whispered praises of the Phoenix God Doctor.

Afraid of disturbing Feng Yunyu's state of mind, Shu Ange waved her hand to stop their whispers, but just when she was fascinated, the sound of the xiao stopped abruptly, and Shu Ange felt a little lost.

"Miss Dongfang, since you're here, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea."

The sound of clear water resounded like water, like wind blowing through bamboo, and like jade falling to the ground.

A young man with a weak crown walked out of the bamboo forest, with a wide robe and big sleeves like a crown of jade, his lips were not dotted, and he had a long body and a jade-like temperament. It's just that his eyes are covered with light green ribbons, making it impossible to see the extraordinary elegance of his eyes.

Feng Yunyu is not a few years older than Dongfang Chuqing, but she is a generation older than her. It stands to reason that she should be called uncle, but Dongfang Chuqing is very careful and only wants to call him Mr.

"The little girl has seen Mr. Feng, you are in good health."

Shu Ange recovered from the shock, although she knew that Feng Yunyu couldn't see anything at this time, her cheeks were still a little hot.

"The target object of this raid is Feng Yunyu, and the initial favorability is 35."

Shu Ange, who has a low degree of favorability, is surprised, but it is not surprising when you think about it carefully. Ever since Feng Yunyu arrived at Tianshui Villa, she has always been warm and estranged.

Even the accidental injury to his eyes this time, Feng Yunyu didn't show too much emotion. He just prepared the herbs by himself, let the medicine boy boil the medicine, and then applied the medicine by himself.

As long as Feng Yunyu didn't just treat her coldly, Shu Ange felt that she could still be saved.

You can't be too hasty when it comes to flirting with male gods. You have to do it slowly. Shu Ange instructed Luluo, "Help me push the wheelchair over, and then step back first."

"Yes."

Several maids are smart and loyal, and orders to Dongfang Chuqing are always carried out unconditionally as long as they don't hurt her.

Soon, only Shu Ange and Feng Yunyu were left in the garden. Her wheelchair was parked under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and the flowers were blooming just right. Occasionally, a few rice-grain-sized flowers fell with the wind and landed on Shu Ange, and even the fragrance followed. Dip it up.

"Mr. Feng, what song did you play earlier? It's very nice."

Few people confessed that they didn't understand the rhythm. For example, Shu Ange asked outright questions. This was the first time Feng Yunyu had seen her, but he also understood the naivety of her temperament, considering that she seldom left the house since she was a child.

"I recall blowing flute on the Phoenix stage."

Feng Yunyu kept a distance from Shu Ange without a trace, although he could not see anything now, she felt that he seemed to penetrate everything.

"It's a beautiful piece. The little girl has an unkind request. I wonder if Mr. Feng would like to teach Chuqing to play flute."