++Long Yuan lifted up the hem of his clothes and squatted down, gently picked up Feng Yao and walked towards Chaolu Hall step by step. Along the way, he glanced at Feng Qiyi coolly, and Feng Qiyi immediately lowered his head and stepped aside.
Feng Shiqi even heard His Highness's gentle promise, "Okay, I'll just take you there."
Only when the night wind blew the ginkgo leaves off his face did he realize: the last time Divine Lord Feng Yao was thrown out, His Highness did not move his legs, but his hands.
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