At this moment, Zuo Qingyu, who was walking on the stairs, heard these words outside the door, and bent slightly.
Feng Wu, who was walking behind her, shook her head silently.
"Xiao Wu, are you not angry? Are you not angry?! Obviously her ..." Duan Chaoge pointed at Zuo Qingyu, who was walking in front of him, and fry it.
Feng Wu smiled slightly: "If you are angry now, you can't get angry."
Duan Chaoge: "Ah?"
Feng Wu patted her shoulder: "Rest assured, we will come back soon, in terms of what she cares about most."
Duan Chaoge's low voice: "What do she care about?"
Feng Wu is speechless: "What do you think?"
Duan Chaoge's eyes lighted: "You mean ..."
Feng Wu said: "The spoiler is not fun."
Duan Chaoge was suddenly excited. She pulled Feng Wu's hand and lowered her voice and excitedly: "Little dance! I allow you to like His Royal Highness, I will not be unhappy! Let's hit her face fiercely!"
Feng Wu: "Are you still unhappy?"
Duan Chaoge: "Hmm ..."
Feng Wu was not good at patting her head: "Rest assured, as long as Jun Linyuan likes me, as for myself ..." The shocking appearance appeared in Feng Wu's mind, and he didn't speak anymore for a long time.
Duan Chaoge didn't understand why Feng Wu said nothing, at this time, someone appeared in front of them.
"Moonlord." Feng Wu and Yan Yue met each other, and they had been explained several times.
Yan Yue saw Feng Wu, with a light smile on his face, but his heart was very emotional.
If I didn't see His Royal Highness Dross of the dancer of Feng Dance, she would not believe it ... if her master still has such tenderness.
But for the sake of his own master, the landlord of Yan Yue naturally would not disclose anything.
"Girl Fengwu." Yan Yue's host laughed: "You come back this time, but find your His Royal Highness?"
If it was in the past, Feng Wu must have denied it, but this time, she really nodded.
Yan Yue's poster led Feng Wu into the eighth floor of Jiuzhongtian.
Nine heavy heavens, one weight is higher than one heavy, can enter the eighth floor, either the imperial power, or the spirit of the spirit king.
There are only two people at this moment. At this moment, there are only two people.
One is Zuo Qingyu, and the other is her maid Tongqu.
The landlord of Yan Yue thought of his master's face like a frost, and he became more and more hot.
When I saw the girl Fengwu, my Highness should not be angry quickly? Yan Yue thought so, and could not help bringing a little smile in her eyes: "Five girls are waiting here first, waiting for His Royal Highness
you."
At this time, a girl was serving the tea for Zuo Qingyu.
After the maid gave her tea, Yan Yue landlord actually personally held a cup of Fengwu on the side of the girl's tray.
Herself ... The landlord of Jiuzhitian, she actually ... Feng Tea?!
In this wave of operation, Zuo Qingyu couldn't understand it.
Although she wanted to treat Fengwu as the air, the landlord of He Yanyue stood next to Feng Wu and served himself ...
Zuo Qingyu does not want to use two words, but in fact, what Yanyue landlord is the work of serving.
On the face of the Zuo Grandma's proud appearance, it was even tight at this moment, and the sink can almost drip the water.
Zuo Qingyu looked at the superior, so she disdainful to talk to Feng Wu, and she wondered the copper bird.
In the information given by the sage, this phoenix dance girl has always been a villain, so Tongqu has been familiar with Feng Wu.