Feng Wu feels awkward to Princess Ming Laer, but the wind is not.
He feels that Princess Ming Laer is pure and holy, gentle and cute, and impressed, so how could it refuse?
"Okay, okay, I will help you!" Feng Yan patted his chest to guarantee, "Tell you, my luck is very good and good.
Woolen cloth!"
Feng Wu in the depths of Dabao Pavilion rolled his eyes in the sky.
The white fairy on the side: "Hahaha, hahahahaha, this silly boy, really printed that sentence."
Feng Wu: "Which sentence?"
White Fairy: "There are more joyful adolescents."
Feng Wu: "Puff."
White Fairy: "Are you angry?"
The corner of Feng Wu's mouth raised a touch of arc: "Why is the angry person?"
Soon the white fairy understands the meaning of Feng Wu.
Fengxun promised Princess Ming Laer's draw.
Princess Ming Laer raised the naive and pure face, and asked with a smile: "Little Lord, which number do we want to draw?"
Feng Xun glanced at Princess Ming Laner: "Which number can you control it yourself?"
Princess Minglan: "..." She really can control which number she can draw.
Princess Ming Laer can't say clearly, she can only laugh and not show off: "Go and draw."
Feng Xun asked, "What do the princess want?"
Princess Ming Laer looked at the prizes on the wall.
Ziyang Sword, Ziyang Sword Spectrum is gone.
Blowing the snow sword, the snow sword tactics are gone.
There are four five -star babies in the remaining inside, which are:
Turtle back map, clouds and light rolls, Shenwu Dan, one for death.
Among them, it is most precious for the dead runes, because people who have this symbol are equivalent to one more life.
"For the dead runes." Princess Ming Laer looked at Fengxun with a smile, "If you can draw a dead rune, Ming Laer owes the little prince a heavenly person."
For the dead runes ... Everyone watched Princess Ming Laer enviously, if they could really get a dead rune ...
At the critical moment, this symbol is even more precious than blowing snow swords and purple swords, because this is your own life!
"Change one." Feng Yan shook his head.
Ming Laer looked at Fengxun puzzled, and Feng Xun's answer was somewhat unexpected.
Feng Yan said: "I definitely want to draw for the dead rune, but not now."
Princess Minglan: "When is that?"
Feng Yan: "When it is my turn to draw myself, I will draw the dead rune, because that rune cannot be given to you."
Princess Ming Laer covered her lips and laughed: "Yes, that's a life, the little king is not willing to be human."
Feng Xun frowned: "Not for myself."
Princess Ming Laer became more curious: "Who is that? Isn't it the master of the little prince?"
Fengxun's brows are locked!
Originally, he still felt that Princess Ming Laer was gentle, cute, pure and holy, but this pursuit made him feel bad.
Don't expect straight men to have emotional intelligence.
So Fengxun expressed his impatience directly on his face.
"Can Princess Minglan still draw it?"
Princess Ming Laer has been taken care of by her palms since childhood. Why was she so impatient? Immediately, her face couldn't hang it.
Under normal circumstances, at this time, Princess Saifeng should stand up and scold the wind ... But for some reason, Princess Sai Fei Luo stood in place and glanced around.