"Okay, everyone has left. What are you looking at? Why don't you think about your pretty face." Dongfang Zhi looked at Feng Wu with disgust, his slender red phoenix eyes full of ridicule.
Faced with Dongfang Zhi's ridicule, Feng Wu was not angry. He raised a flattering smile on his face and joined in without any money: "Dad, look at what you said, I'm not worried about Poria."
Dongfang Zhi suddenly looked at Feng Wu seriously, with a hint of seriousness in his tone: "Stinky girl, you have to remember that you are the master and you cannot let too many people influence your decision."
Feng Wu was stunned for a moment when he heard Dongfang Zhi's serious tone, and then realized what he meant.
He put away the smile on his face and became silent. The two of them seemed to be in a silent confrontation. After a while, Feng Wu finally spoke: "Dad, haven't you noticed that you have changed over the years?"
After speaking, he raised his head and looked at him, with a smile appearing in his eyes again.
Dongfang Zhi looked at her straightly, and suddenly a chestnut hit him: "You stinky girl, you are getting more and more courageous."
Feng Wu quickly covered his head, moved over coquettishly, pulled his sleeves, and shook him twice: "Oh, that's wrong, daddy, just let me out. My injury is almost healed now."
Already."
"Don't even think about it."
In the evening, in the night sky with few stars, there were dark clouds one after another from time to time, covering up the full moon that was not easy to show.
A black figure moved quickly on the eaves, and soon stopped and disappeared at the door of a house.
Not long after, a black figure walked out slowly and openly.
Through the moonlight, you can vaguely see the plaque of that family: Song Mansion.
The short knife in the hand of the man in black was still dripping with blood, and the golden eyes under the wide brim of the hat were emotionless, like a corpse without any emotion.
A vague flute sound came, and the man in black turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, jumped up, and ran in the direction of the sound.
"It seems that it really worked this time." A charming voice sounded.
Soon, a tall figure walked out from behind. The officer looked expressionlessly in the direction where the man in black disappeared: "Since the mission has been completed, let's go."
Moye snorted coldly, ignored him, rolled up his sleeves and turned to leave.
The general was not upset and followed him.
Looking at the bloody knife falling on the ground, Mu Chen burst out laughing and looked at Qin Yichuan, who lowered his head and closed his eyes.
His eyes were very satisfied, as if he were looking at a perfect item: "After trying for so many years, finally, my good disciple, you are the most perfect."
There was a hint of madness and obsession in Mu Chen's eyes. He opened his arms and raised his head: "Soon, I will be able to take you away. Wan'er, just wait. Soon you will have all the power you want. When you arrive,
When the time comes, I will definitely make you the most noble woman in the world."
Su Wan, who was being talked about, had no intention of sleeping at this moment. She asked Feng Di for instructions and left the palace overnight.
Feng Chuyi's illness came so suddenly that even the imperial doctors were very troublesome, which frightened Su Wan.
As soon as I arrived at the door, I met the Su family, and my eyes were full of emotion: "Brother, why are you here?"
Su Qiang looked worried: "Sister, when I heard the news, I came over quickly to see what was going on? Why did you suddenly fall ill when you were fine?"
Su Wan didn't have time to chat with her brother now, her face was full of anxiety: "Let's go in first and see what's going on."