She covered a layer of residual tiles. These bricks and tiles buried her tightly, and they were not unprepared. She was as if she was buried alive.
At this moment, there were also worries of the beauty lady with crying: "Little dance, Xiao Wu, what happened to you?"
Feng Liu pretended to pull the beautiful mother -in -law: "Er Ai, you just admit your fate. This clear sky has a thunder and thunder. You say so many houses, who is not good to split, just split the room of Fengwu, bombarded her.
The house fell. Even if she was not split to death, she was killed by bricks and tiles. You crying now is useless. "
This sound is clearly persuasion, but how can you hear so lucky?
The beautiful lady was scared, and she cried out. She did not know where the strength of the chicken was not bonded with her hands.
Ah, but soon got up and continued to rush.
Where is Feng Wu willing to worry about the beautiful lady, she was sitting on the leg of her legs, she stood up directly.
Wow
Broken tiles rolled around with her up.
As the sound sounds, all the eyes are gathered here!
Then, they widened their eyes and watched a figure out of the rubble.
Her face is beautiful.
Her expression, qi fixed.
Her gaze is calm.
The "little dance" beauty mother is extremely worried. Her slender hands pulling Feng Wu, trembling, "Little dance, what can I do, your house was split by thunder ..."
"Mother, I'm fine." Feng Wu cried and laughed. Looking at the face of the beautiful woman who deceived the frost and the snow, she wiped the soil on the face, and wiped it gently.
Rubbing the beautiful lady cut her thin and slender shoulders. After soothe her, Feng Wu turned to stare at Fengliu.
When I came into contact with Feng Wu's eyes, Fengliu only felt a lot of heart in her heart!
What's going on?
Why do she think that Feng Wu's eyes are more powerful than before!
Those dark eyes as dark as ink, like a ice -edged blade, and the heart of Fengliu's heart tightened for a while.
"How can you be okay?! Why didn't you die?!" Feng Liu thought about it, couldn't understand, isn't Feng Wu a waste? Why was it chopped by a thunder and was pressed by the house.
Is it really a ghost!
Feng Wu's two -handed arm, seemed to glance at Feng Liu with a smile: "It seems, as a cousin, do you want me to die?"
Feng Liu's face was white, and before she spoke, Feng Yoran's figure came in from the outside. His Junyan frowned, impatiently urging: "Are you ready?"
"What's the way?" Feng Wu's eyes narrowed, staring at Feng.
Feng Yi also realized that Fengwu's eyes were much sharp, but he remembered that he had no thoughts to hang the road.
"Who wants to enter Beijing?" Feng Wu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Feng Liu watched Feng Wu in a disaster: "I said what happened to you tonight? Didn't you know that Prince Jun and their leaving?"
"Jun Linyuan left?" Feng Wu couldn't think of excuses how to fool them, and now he heard that they had left, and suddenly relieved.
"Yes, they had left before the morning. When Prince Jun walked away, he told me. Why didn't you talk to you?"