Chapter 1974 The Phoenix Clan: Assemble the Twelve Flying Dragons!
Feng Jiuer felt better when she saw that Di Wuya was blushing but still had a handsome face.
To be honest, when looking for a husband, you must find someone with good looks! You can’t get angry even if you want to.
"Okay, let's eat."
She returned to her seat and sat down.
Di Wuya casually touched his face, smiled fondly, and took the chopsticks again.
How could he forget that this girl can't suffer any loss?
Long Twelve was assigned a task by Feng Jiuer, but he never showed up again. The people who delivered meals to the wing were other brothers.
The two of them ate familiar meals, and the atmosphere became more and more harmonious.
"Girl, you eat."
Di Wuya fed Feng Jiuer a piece of meat.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, you eat."
Feng Jiuer gave Di Wuya half a vegetable.
Feng Jiuer looked at Di Wuya's gentle eyes and really hoped that life could be so peaceful.
There is a place for them in the world, and the place doesn't need to be big, as long as they have him, a father, and brothers.
It's a pity that Feng Qiongcang will not allow such a simple thing to exist even if her identity and her father's identity are still there.
Everything was brought about by Feng Qiongcang, and she can't blame anyone! Feng Jiuer took the meat on the tip of the chopsticks and took a bite into his mouth.
At this moment, she was not eating meat, but more like she felt like she wanted to tear Feng Qiongcang's bones into her belly.
There was a big warm palm on his shoulder. When Feng Jiuer just raised her eyes, her body was forced to lean to the right.
She fell into the man's warm arms.
"what?"
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and asked.
Di Wuya let go of her shoulders, gently rubbed her little head, and said: "It's delicious!"
Feng Jiuer looked into his deep eyes, raised the corner of her mouth and nodded.
"knew."
She looked away, leaned forward, and picked up the vegetables.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, this is delicious!"
Feng Jiuer put a piece of meat in Di Wuya's bowl, moved forward again, and picked out a piece.
"After eating, let's get on the boat and have tea. There is a lake in the backyard of the inn. I have asked Long Twelve to prepare it in advance."
"Um."
Emperor Wuya nodded lightly and said nothing more.
About a quarter of an hour later, Feng Jiuer put down her chopsticks and took the teapot.
"Are you full?"
Di Wuya also put down his chopsticks.
"Um."
Feng Jiuer poured a cup of tea and turned around.
She saw Di Wuya wiping the corners of his mouth with a sweat towel, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Is Uncle Nine Emperors full too?"
"Um."
Di Wuya took the tea from her.
Feng Jiuer turned around, poured another glass, took out a sweat towel, and wiped the corners of her lips.
"Long Twelve has prepared a lot of hometown pastries. I specially eat less meals. You don't have to accommodate me for this little thing."
"Girl."
Di Wuya's heavenly voice fell down.
Feng Jiuer turned her head and raised her head: "What's wrong?"
"I want to eat the sweet-scented osmanthus cake you made by yourself."
Di Wuya's thumb passed across the woman's cheek.
Feng Jiuer blinked her eyes and nodded.
"no problem!"
She took a sip of tea and stood up, "Just wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
Not long after Feng Jiuer left, Yu Jingfeng opened the door and walked in.
When Emperor Wuya left the mansion, he had to follow him.
"Your Majesty, I have something here..." Yu Jingfeng took out the brocade handkerchief and was about to present it.
Di Wuya waved his big palm and interrupted lightly: "Summon the twelve flying dragon riders immediately!"
After half a stick of incense, the door was opened again, and Yu Jingfeng walked out quickly.
"Master Yu, where are you going?"
Long Yi, who was standing outside the door, asked.
"Let's go, let's talk as we walk."
Yu Jingfeng didn't even have time to look at Long Yi.
Long Yi hadn't seen such a formation for a long time, so he immediately stepped forward to follow.
