Meng Fei stretched out a hand, pushed her hair away, and looked at the door.

"Where is it? You are married a thousand years later, but you are unmarried now."

Zhuque pouted and pinched his face in discomfort.

"My wife is coming in soon."

Meng Fei estimated that Xiao Luo would return to the bedroom in history and felt that he didn't have time to do anything with Zhuque.

"No, you don't have a wife, you only have an alien maid."

"The maid is my wife."

“This is illegal.”

Zhuque reminded him rationally.

The kingdom of gods a thousand years ago was strict in rank, and it was illegal to support concubines as legitimate wives, let alone slaves. Intermarriage with alien races was not allowed.

Helping slaves from other races to throne directly violate two major laws and can be deprived of their legal status and all property and sent to jail.

He said that the maid arrived. The door was pushed open with a creaking sound, and Xiao Luo pushed the door in with an oil lamp in his hand.

She was about to lift the quilt and go to bed when she suddenly felt something strange on the bed, so she held up the oil lamp and took a closer look.

"Xiao Luo, don't get me wrong."

Surrounded by red hair, Meng Fei struggled to explain.

Xiao Luo covered her eyes and said, "Sir, I didn't see anything!" Then she turned around and ran out.

Meng Fei suddenly felt that this scene seemed familiar. It was in the groundhog hotel a thousand years later. Xiao Han pushed the door and saw the scene when he and Zhuque were watching him?

Time is like a spiral ladder. Not only the relationship between characters will repeat, but even these small things will happen again?

Meng Fei could only look back at Zhuque and said:

"We're more serious, you put on your clothes first."

“…”

The dense flames floated around her body, condensed into extremely thin red silk threads, and woven into a silk red dress.

"I need you to hide and kill someone for me."

"All right."

Zhuque turned over from Meng Fei lazily and lay beside him, with a little disappointed expression, but immediately laughed bloodthirsty again.

"I like murder the most. Who do you think you want to kill?"

"A person will come to kill me later. No matter who it is, you will kill him before he kills me."

"Oh? You've been killed?"

Suzaku raised his head, and a red anger flashed through his eyes.

"I was killed twice. Tonight is my third reincarnation here."

Meng Fei had already discovered that the Suzaku in front of him was no different from the Suzaku he knew thousands of years later.

But it was not him who summoned the Suzaku who was thousands of years later here.

But the heart feather of Zhuque, which was imprinted in his consciousness, played a role, passing on her memory a thousand years later to Zhuque a thousand years ago.

"You have suffered a lot, and his clone has indeed been found."

Zhuque touched his face carelessly, and then glanced at the whole room. There was an oil lamp on the table, but it was in an extinguishing state.

“I need to hide in a place with fire.”

“Yes, there.”

Meng Fei pointed to the mosquito coils lit in the corner of the wall.

"I hate this smoky smell the most!"

Zhuque couldn't help but cover his nose.

"And you sleep with your maid, let me hide in the corner?"

She was dissatisfied, but she did not violate the master's orders in her actions.

It turned into flames again, and she rushed out of the quilt. The flames turned into a long snake and drilled into the mosquito refill.

At this moment, the flames flowing through the air formed a bright bridge of light.

The quietly burning mosquito coil suddenly lit up, but immediately returned to its original state. The room became dark again.

Meng Fei stood up to find Xiao Luo. If Xiao Luo ran away in anger or something, he suspected that history would be changed again.

The consequences are similar to those of him being killed, and he may not be able to reach the time point of the birth of Taotie.

Fortunately, Xiao Luo did not run away. She just slept on the Xiaozhu bed outside. This was probably where she slept before.

Before she fell asleep, Meng Fei pulled her up and walked into the bedroom.

"You're back to sleep."

"Mr. Hema!"

She hesitated uneasyly.

"Three people? Isn't that good?"

She had just seen another woman in the bedroom, and no one had ever walked out of the bedroom.

When she thought of three people on the bed as soon as she went back, she felt inexplicably weird.

Under normal circumstances, she was obedient to Hema, but that was normal and not without any bottom line.

"No, you misunderstood."

Meng Fei explained seriously.

“There is no one in the room.”

He forced Xiao Luo into the house and asked her to take a look.

There is indeed no one in the room.

"But I just saw it..."

"Um."

Meng Fei nodded.

"That was just a friend, we did nothing. And she was gone."

In order to respect the original plot as much as possible and ensure that the world line develops in its original state, Meng Fei decided not to tell her about the ambush of Zhuque.

"Friend? Didn't do anything?"

Xiao Luo's smile was a little awkward.

Her eyes kept searching in the room.

I clearly saw someone but hadn't gone out yet, so I must have hidden it.

But she found nothing.

Did you jump out of the window?

"Um."

Meng Fei touched her head.

"real."

He suddenly found that Xiao Han, oh, no, it was Xiao Luo, his hair was particularly soft, just as if her hair was thinner and denser than ordinary people.

This is a very novel discovery. After all, he has never touched Xiao Han's hair thousands of years later.

On the bed, Xiaoluo rubbed into his arms like a cat.

“A lot of things will happen these days.”

Meng Fei stroked her hair and warned herself that she was just playing He Ma to promote the development of the world line and that she must not interfere.

"Go to bed early and nourish your spirits."

"Um."

After just fulfilling this sentence, Xiao Luo was dormant like a closed notebook. There was no way, she did too much work during the day and was too tired.

Xiao Luo lies on his side like a bow, rubbing his head against his shoulder, under his thin linen pajamas, half of his cute shoulder blades and slender spine raised.

This posture reminded Meng Fei of Aiting.

Well, He Ma now has Xiao Luo, and Meng Fei a thousand years later has Aiting.

I really want to go back thousands of years later and live the day when I hold my wife and fall asleep every day.

But if you cannot complete these seven-day tasks, you will never have such a day.
To be continued...