I looked at the closed door fan, walked over quickly, sat down, and said, "Adult, the old lady told you to have dinner in the past."
"Go to the old lady, I won't go." Feng Yan's low voice spread out of the house.
"This ... adult, the old lady made the kitchen prepare today ..."
"Do you want me to say a second time?" This time, the tone of the wind has been mixed with obvious dissatisfaction.
"I dare not dare, I will reply." I was shocked, and hurriedly gave the gift, and left. She did not have the courage to touch the inverse scales of the adult.
After a while, the wind opened the door fan, heard the sound, and the young maid who was sitting under the corridor quickly saluted here: "Adult, what ordered?"
He glanced coldly and returned to the room again.
He took the knife from the rosewood knife rack, then sat in front of the dwarf table, staring at the knife body.
This knife, after several generations of owners of the Feng family, almost every owner dyed it with the blood of the enemy.
Only to his generation, the blood stained with the least blood on the blade.
He still remembered that his uncle once said: "Using blood to solve the problem, it is too brutal, the killing of the wind is too heavy, so the people have not been prosperous, and the male owner has never been long -lived."
Feng He pulled out the scabbard, and the sharp blade jumped the cold cold light. The man Ding was not prosperous, and the male owner did not have a long life. He didn't care. The only thing he cared about was to accompany Xia Yu Orange to slowly grow old.
"Wish to have a person's heart, the white head will not be separated!"
He thought silently in his heart, thinking of Xia Yu Orange, he couldn't help laughing. In this life, it was her, and she was the only irreplaceable.
"Miss Li, you can't pass!" Suddenly, he heard the sound of the maid's resurgence from outside the house.
"Grandma asked me to come. I came to tell your adults to eat dinner. Why can't I go?" Immediately, it was Li Wanqing's voice.
He frowned, stood up, and walked out.
"Mr. Feng ..." Li Wanqing looked up and saw Feng's tall figure and handsome face, and he was shocked.
Because he was too handsome, in some dim light, she saw Feng Yan wearing a white shirt dark pants, and the shirt neckline opened with charming wheat-colored skin. The dark pants were wrapped in his long and powerful two-legs.
He held a translucent knife -shaped long knife. Although the facial features were tightly tight, there was another harsh, beautiful and handsome.
He stood there, as if he was independent of the world. The kind of natural spirit made people unable to show their admiration and awe.
Li Wanqing held her breath. She thought that if this moment, the man came over to embrace her. The next moment, even if she died in his arms, it was worth it. There was no regret.
"Mr. Feng ..." She called again.
"Go to dinner! Don't waste time here!" Feng Yan still looked cold.
"Mr. Feng, you are so cold to me, are you ... scared?" Li Wanqing asked with a big boldness.
Feng Yan sneered: "Afraid?"
"Yes, you're afraid you will be tempted to me, don't you? Otherwise, how can you use this attitude to me?"
"Do you think too much!" Feng Yan looked at her, moved his hands with both hands, and jacaged into the sheath skillfully, and the sound of metal collision was loud and pleasant.