133 Gifts from the Son

Because he's about the same age as Yuanxi, right?

Even their voices sound very similar...

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so sure that the other person was disguised as Yuanxi.

"That's it for today, I have to go home. Goodbye, Yuanxi! Goodbye, Uncle Feng!"

"I'll have someone send you back."

Gu Xiaonan didn't refuse.

He wasn't stupid. Why bother using his own two legs when there was a free ride available?

Feng Tianlan arranged for a carriage and personally accompanied Gu Xiaonan to the main entrance.

This made Gu Xiaonan have a different view of him.

In fact, the Great Demon King wasn't that bad.

"You don't have to escort me further. I'm leaving. Goodbye!"

"Xiaonan!" Feng Yuanxi called out to him.

Gu Xiaonan turned back, looking at him with inquisitive eyes.

"Remember our promise!"

"Don't worry! I won't forget!"

Feng Tianlan raised an eyebrow.

Promise?