Feng Xun kissed the warm -up, and said enthusiastically and excitedly: "These ten floors, the following nine floors are called Nine Heaven, one heavy and one realm.
Looking at Fengxun's excitement, the owner behind the world ... Feng Wu has faintly guessed.
"Just like your uncle Feng Yanfeng, he can only go to the sixth level."
Feng Yanfeng can only go to the sixth floor? If Feng Wu remembers correctly, the uncle is in the Ministry of Rites, serving as the servant of the Ministry of Rites, and Zheng Sanpin Beijing official.
Feng Wu shook his head: "Keep blowing it."
"Who blows it?" Feng Xun said angrily, "Your uncle is inviting Master Yan, he thinks he is not angry, so I beg me. As soon as I look at your uncle, give him face, make him an exception.
Enter the Seven Heavens, if you don't believe it, you go with me, I will see you to see your uncle. "
Speaking, Fengxun really took Feng Wu.
In the Qitian Sky Corridor, the first picture of the Qingqi mural, the first picture of Feng Wu's eyes, is the sudden rain map.
Hey!
Feng Wu suddenly moved his eyes. At first glance, the rain raining picture did not look at it, but when she looked again, she felt that there was a inspiration drifting. When I looked at the third eye, I just felt that the falling was sword rain. Where is ordinary?
The rain point?
Fengxun explained to Feng Wu proudly: "The dishes on each floor are different, each layer of murals are different, and each layer of the aura is not.
Squeeze- ""
During the talk, they have come to a seat in front of a seat.
There are vague words in it.
"Master Yan, polite, make love Bingxue smart, lively and cute, the future is immeasurable.
"Master Yan, where are you here, the lower official is three years older than you."
"Master Yan ..."
This words ... The compliments were obviously welcomed, and the shot was so unwilling.
This voice ... Who is not an uncle Feng Yanfeng?
"Master Yan is my uncle." Feng Yan said, "Your uncle works in the Ministry of Rites, but the Ministry of Rites is Qingshui Yimen and has no real power, so he wants to adjust the Ministry of Officials.
"Your uncle is Zuo Lang in the Ministry of Rites. It is not impossible to be flat, but the position of the official ministry has always been the hottest. Everyone scrambles to break the head and squeeze it in ... otherwise, I will help you tell me my uncle.
Voice?"
Feng Wu's impression of this uncle is not very good, she shook her head faintly: "No."
Feng Xun thought Feng Wu was polite, and said well, "This matter can be operated by my uncle, although it is a bit difficult.
Just a word. "
Jun Linyuan? Feng Wu mentioned that he was angry, and refused again with a cold face: "No."
Fengxun follows the temptation: "Feng Xiaowu, why are you so stubborn? Isn't your dad disappearing? Isn't your family who support the door?
How can Fengxun know the complex relationship of Fengwu family?
Feng Wu stared at him: "Why did my father miss?"
"This ... how do I know?"
"What about my brother?" Feng Wu stared at Fengxun for a moment.
"Ah-" Feng Yan finally remembered Feng Xiaoqi's affairs. He patted his head: "So what, I just have something to do without finishing, I will go first.