Seeing Fengxun, I thought of the incident that happened at the bottom of the lake, and then thought of Jun Linyuan, and the words he said in his mind--
Feng Wu, remember your identity!
Like me is your freedom, but please restrain your behavior, so as not to cause me trouble!
Feng Wu's originally calm mood, instantly anger!
She knew that she could not involve anger on Fengxun, so she glanced at him indifferently, passed by, and immediately left.
Feng Yan has never seen such an indifferent phoenix dance. At this moment, the chill in her eyes was frozen, and she almost forgot the response.
"Feng Xiaowu-"
Feng Xun frowned, and then held Feng Wu.
But Feng Wu turned back and nodded indifferently: "Let go."
"What's wrong with you? Why do you have a strong bloody smell on your skirt? Are you injured?" Feng Yan was anxious, "There is a mirror lake nearby, the lake is clear, the mist is beautiful, it is very beautiful, go, I bring, I bring it with
You go bath and clean it. "
Fortunately, Feng Xun mentioned that it was okay. When it comes to Jingbo Lake, suddenly, the string called rational in Feng Wu's mind collapsed!
"Need not!"
Say, Feng Wu drove away the wind, and he was so angry!
Looking at Feng Wu's back, it seemed to have a flame back, and the wind was puzzled.
"Have you provoked her?" Xuan Yi stepped out of the tree and hugged his sword with both hands.
How serious and serious teenagers are also a curious little gossip.
Feng Yan's eyes are innocent: "No."
Xuan Yi didn't believe it: "If it wasn't for you to provoke Feng Wu, how could she have such a big temper? Feng Wu was rare in the girl."
Feng Yan cried and laughed: "I really didn't provoke her."
"Is that you confessed to her?" Feng Yan pulled Xuan Yi's puppet in the afternoon, all said whether to pursue the pursuit of Feng Wu.
"I want to think--" Feng Yan smiled bitterly: "But before he said, she lost her temper ... Then I was scared."
Xuan Yi touched her nose: "Maybe she guess what you want to say, deliberately lose your temper, so as not to let you confess."
Feng Xun is a little depressed: "Will this be like this?"
Xuan Yi nodded seriously: "Of course, Feng Wu is afraid of rejecting you, you will not come down to Taiwan, so you will be clear before you speak."
Feng Xun gritted his teeth: "Will it really be like this?"
Xuan Yi was very serious, and said seriously, "Otherwise, let's explain, why is her face so ugly? Did she have lived this like this?"
Feng Xun cried quickly: "... it turns out that she doesn't like me at all."
Xuan Yi said seriously: "Well."
Feng Yan, who was deeply hit: "..."
Before Fengwu entered his tent, he heard the sound of quarrels from inside.
Feng Liu sneered: "Qiu Ling, do you know that the master and servant are humble? You call you rolling, and you can't roll out for me! This tent, we will decide today!"
Feng Yi was delivered with both hands, and he said nothing.
Qiu's spirit was trembling, and she and Zhao Yan protected the second lady behind her.
Qiu Ling sneered at Feng Liu: "Miss Liu, this tent was sent by the young Lord of the Wind. We built it by ourselves. These sleeping bags are also sewn by ourselves.
All of them, how can there be such a truth in the world?! "
"Why is there no such truth? The main servant is dead, and the servant has to die! As my phoenix slaves, you still have a resistance? What a big courage!" Feng Liu shook his hand, and a whip dumped Qiu Ling!