Feng Wu hid his body into a small cave deep in the grass.
Can the Book of Scripture still wake up? This is a question.
Feng Wu coughed twice, and he walked towards the forest in the forest.
The Book of Scriptures is about the same age as Feng Xiaoqi, so Feng Wu imitating this young man is really wonderful. Even the walking steps are almost the same.
Feng Wu thought about it well.
She first walked into the cabin and became familiar with the staff structure inside. After she was a bit bottomed, goodbye to Mr. Zuoqiu.
Because this Mr. Zuoqiu is too smart, insight is too sharp, and a little detail is not good at doing it well!
Although everyone in the Dongsang Kingdom has determined that no one can imitate the breath of the East Sang Kingdom, in case it?
However, Feng Wu never expected that she walked on the other side of the yard ...
She deliberately avoided Mr. Zuoqiu, so far away ...
result--
"Keke!"
Mr. Zuo Qiu, who reads Spring and Autumn in the moon, still stares at the book scroll, but there is a light cough in his mouth.
this……
Can you not hear it?
Mu Yan's doctor standing on the steps glance at Feng Wu glance at Feng Wu: "Your teacher calls you to pass."
Feng Wu: "..."
Okay, then you can only pass.
Fortunately, Fengwu is a contest player. The bigger the scene, the calm her heart.
Of course, she had to react to the footsteps on her face.
According to the Book of Scriptures, he was playful and lazy, Master punished him for a long time ... Just before, Master asked him to memorize the scriptures, he said it, and then ...
The Book of Scripture swears just now, he won't be lazy in his life!
But ... I don't know if he has such a chance.
At this moment, Feng Wu, stiffly, walked silently to Mr. Zuoqiu and stopped one meter away. The thin shoulder was shrinking because of awe.
She glanced at Mr. Zuo Qiu, for fear of being noticed by him, and quickly lowered her head.
Hmm ... this was found out from the Sutra Muuku.
Feng Wu restored the details to the extreme, so Mr. Zuo Qiu didn't really appear, and his little disciple was dropped out!
"Oh!" Mr. Zuo Qiu still didn't look up, his sight was still on the book scroll, but he said to his little disciples.
"Where are you going?"
Sound, not angry.
Feng Wu shrinks his neck: "... disciples, disciples are exhausted ... out ... out of the wind."
It's not the first time that this little disciple is lazy.
Mr. Zuo Qiu rubbed his eyebrows.
If it wasn't for his unusual life, he would really be so lazy!
Mr. Zuo Qiu finally put down the book scroll, and those sharp eyes stared at his little disciples: "Endorsement is tired? Um?"
Feng Wu Yu Guang kept staring at the fairy fruit hanging down above Mr. Zuo Qiu's head, and the saliva came out.
Xianling fruit ...
Alas, her fairy fruit ...
How can I run away if I really want to pick it up?
Feng Wu calculated in his heart, and the possibility of success was ... negative.
All right.
Feng Wu took a deep breath, forbearing.
Hey, no!
In addition to the fairy fruit hanging from Mr. Zuoqiu's head, there is one in the middle of the dense branches!
Two, one, fairy, spirit, fruit? !!!
Feng Wu's eyes suddenly lit!
The whole person is spiritual!
You know, she has been muttering in her heart.
Jun Linyuan needs Xianling fruit to activate the blood, and Baoer is urgently needed ... If let her make a choice, this will be the most painful choice in the world.