Hearing this, Feng Qingzhuang's complexion suddenly darkened, and her deep eyes were filled with anger. She suddenly handed Wu Jingyu's hand into a fist and punched him directly.
Wu Jingyu seemed to have expected it. He raised his hand and grabbed Feng Qingzhuang's fist. He smiled faintly. Like the snow melting and the clouds breaking through the moon, Qingyue's gentle voice sounded and he slowly said: "Zhuang'er, what did you say just now?"
But I personally agreed to replace the silver with items worth no less than a thousand taels in market value. I only have this Mo Yin Yun Feng that is the most valuable, so I brought it to you."
This sounds somewhat reasonable and helpless, but why does it make people feel like they are being calculated?
Staring at Wu Jingyu angrily, Feng Qingzhuang was depressed and angrily said: "Even if you want to use this broken ring instead of silver, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, ninety, ten fingers, why do you have to wear it?"
On my ring finger, even if you put this broken ring on my toe on a whim, I have no objection and it will make me mad!"
Wu Jingyu looked up at the sky, stroking his forehead and sighing. This is the holy ring of the Wuyue clan. Women all over the world want it. Not only is she not curious about it, but she even says it is a broken ring. He glares helplessly at Feng Qingzhuang, Qingrun
Rufeng's voice was like a breeze blowing by, instantly soothing Feng Qingzhuang's depressed heart.
"Don't be angry, Zhuang'er, the reason why I put Mo Yin Yun Feng on your ring finger is because this finger is connected to the heart." After a pause, Wu Jing Yu stopped laughing and gazed at Feng Qing Zhuang affectionately.
His eyes were firm and unrepentant, he had never been serious, and he said with a serious expression.
"I want your heart, I want you to be the Witch Lady, the only Witch Lady"
After two lifetimes, this was the first time I heard such a straightforward confession, and the other person was an impeccable man who was so handsome that people and gods were indignant. He had a face as cold as frost and snow, with eyebrows as dyed as ink, phoenix eyes as bright as stars, and a few spots on his forehead.
Wisps of ink are falling, broad shoulders and narrow waist, handsome as tall as pines, bamboos and green cypresses
Wearing a black ice silk brocade robe, the west wind blows, the ink hair is flying, the clothes are fluttering, revealing an endless charm, making all living things eclipse
Seeing Wu Jingyu like this, Feng Qingzhuang was suddenly distracted and lost...
In an instant, Wu Jingyu took Feng Qingzhuang's hand and connected the tip of his ring finger with Feng Qingzhuang's. His low and cheerful voice was like the spring breeze, driving through the drizzle, moistening things silently.
rang in my ears, softly, softly...
"Zhuang'er, you see, as long as our fingertips are connected, our hearts are also closely connected."
Hearing this, Feng Qingzhuang suddenly woke up and withdrew her fingers in response. She frowned slightly and looked annoyed. She secretly blamed herself. She admired countless beautiful men. Why did her concentration become so weak every time she met him?
"Monster!" he cursed angrily.
"Zhuang'er, can I think that you are complimenting me?" Wu Jingyu blinked his dark handsome eyes, raised his thin lips, and chuckled with an evil charm.
Feng Qingzhuang raised her head and asked the sky silently. She rolled her eyes at Wu Jingyu with a look of disgust on her face. Narcissistic men are so annoying!
It was this disgusting expression that made Wu Jingyu frustrated. She doubted that she really looked so disgusting. Otherwise, why would she have this disgusting expression every time she saw him?
With a hint of helpless self-mockery on his lips, Wu Jingyu said seriously: "This Mo Yin Yun Feng and the Mo Yin Yun Dragon I wear on my finger are a pair. Since this thing is the holy ring of the Sheng Yue Clan, it naturally has endless uses."