Feng Xun sneered, and his heart had made up his mind, but he didn't say anything.
Feng Wu couldn't help but look at Zuo Qingyu.
This left sage was compared with five years ago, but she was more domineering. At that time, she didn't dare to talk to the trend.
Sure enough, the Biyun Palace and the Zuojia jointly brought her a great confidence.
but……
Thinking of Zuo Qingyu's look of familiarity before, showing the superiority in front of him, he was finally beaten by Feng Yan, and he couldn't help but laugh.
How could Fengwu hold back such a good person? So she laughed and came.
Feng Wu smiled suddenly, Zuo Qingyu's pair of phoenix eyes stared at Feng Wu, and the two looked opposite.
Although Feng Wu never said anything, Zuo Qingzheng just guessed her thoughts from her narrow eyes!
A trace of anger and red climbing to the left sage's cheeks. In an instant, she faced with iron green, and the fire was furious!
Zuo Qingyu did not understand. In the past five years, she worked hard, and sang all the way, and threw the genius of the same age behind her head!
She thought that after returning this time, she was the deity of the cloud and Feng Wu was the dust of the ground.
Now she is forced to respond to her.
Feng Wu, what are you!
Zuo Qingyu's beautiful eyebrows are locked, and the eyes are angry!
The door, open the sound.
Zuo Qingyu saw the figure of the robe that made her dream.
Still so long and upright, still so dazzling and overbearing, still proud of the emperor.
He is cold, handsome, without temperature, and the aura is even more powerful, making people have a sense of awe from the deep inside!
The world!
Don't be near!
Bang Bang ——
Pride is like Zuo Qingyu, and the heartbeat of the heart is accelerated.
She has seen so many so -called elite talents, who can it be one -tenth of him?
Zuo Qingyu took a deep breath, and the show in his sleeves was tight!
Zuo Qingyu's hard work has become the third generation of the good empire. In order, it is not that she can stand side by side and stand hand in hand, standing at the peak of their rights, overlooking the world of all beings?
After doing psychological construction, forced to order himself not to be nervous, Zuo Qingyu took a sigh of relief, raised his eyes, and looked at the most perfect male god in her heart.
She wants to show the most perfect smile and show the best voice, saying to him: His Royal Highness, Xiao Yan is back.
But what did she see?!
At that moment, Zuo Qingyu breathed a breath!
She saw a lively bird like Feng Wu, and Chaojun Linyuan jumped away.
"Hey, Jun Linyuan, what are you busy, let me wait for so long downstairs?" Feng Wu poke to Jun Linyuan's chest.
It was the scene in front of Zuo Qingzheng's breath!
Zuo Qingyu was furious!
Is Feng Wu going crazy?! Do she think she is?! Dare to approach His Royal Highness?! And she still moved his feet to His Royal Highness?!
Whether Feng Wu knows whether she knows, she is Zuo Qihuan, and she ca n’t cast it nervously in front of Jun Linyuan. She does n’t know where to put her hands and feet. She is a humble waste material. She dares to dare?!
Who's qualification to give her?!
Zuo Qingyu was convinced that the next second of Feng Wu will definitely be shot by the side of Jun!
But even so, Zuo Qingzheng's inner jealousy and anger and hatred can't be covered.
But ... but ...
I didn't expect Zuo Qingyu to dream!
PS: After many years of reunion, Zuo Qingzheng must be able to stand and not collapse. He must write a sense of unintentional superiority ... It's really hard to write. Woohoo, I wrote a version yesterday, dissatisfied with it, and kept tangled until it was tangled until it was tangled until it was tangled until it was tangled until it was tangled until
Now, at 4:30 in the morning, I finally wrote it ~ I'm so happy ~~