Yang Zhihu thought about it, and told Feng Wu: "The legendary Demon Fit Department is within the Nanshan penalty area, but only few people have the right to know their specific location."
Feng Wu touched her chin and fell into contemplation. Soon she said to Feng Feng: "Please ask Elder Yan and Elder Mu."
Fengxun turned and left quickly.
After listening to Yang Zhihu's words, Feng Wu paced back and forth in the room.
What she was most reluctant to happen happened.
The person who stole the inscription propeller was the assassin of Dongsang Kingdom, and this assassin is very likely to sneak into the Demon Dress Department.
In other words, in the secretary of the hidden magic costume, there is the spy of Dongsang Kingdom, which is terrible.
What is even more terrible is that now the Marshal is not here, Dean Lu is not there, Dean Xu is not there, and even the elder Helian is not there.
The only thing that can be called the overall situation is the East Elder.
Feng Wu rubbed his brow bone with a headache.
Elder Yan and Elder Mu came first, Elder Yan was okay, but Elder Mu still had a little emotion.
If there is no extra words in Fengwu, let these two elders portray the inscriptions on the board.
Elder Yan looked at Feng Wu, he didn't understand why.
Elder Mu Jiao's face: "You let you portray it, what did the old man become?"
Feng Wu's voice was indifferent: "Someone stole my inscription propeller, I suspect that it was two of you."
What?!
Feng Wu was cold, and almost scared the two elders to death.
Elder Yan and Elder Mu stared at Feng Wu with shocking eyes.
Feng Wu nodded: "Yes, I just doubt you, portraying inscription is the only opportunity you can prove yourself."
Elder Mu's face is not good: "Feng Wu, don't be too much! You are the title of Colonel.
Feng Wu Bing's cold and serious eyes stared at Elder Mu. Without extra words, he directly took out the token of Emperor Junwu.
Fengwu now finds that this token is quite useful. Whenever there is a prestigious person who is higher than her, the token is good, and the years are quiet.
really--
When Feng Wu took this token, Mu's face flushed, but he didn't dare to pit.
However, he could only squat on the ground and carved inscriptions on the wooden board with a carved knife.
The inscription of each inscriptionist has the order of arrangement of his own habit. The more high -level inscriptions, the more you have your own style.
It's like writing articles. Some people's articles, because they have a special style, even if they cover the author's name, it is easy to guess who it is.
The inscriptionist who had cracked the inscription before the phoenix dance was a stylish high -level inscription master.
It didn't take long for Elder Yan to hand in the work.
When Feng Wu glanced, he put the work aside.
At this time, Elder Mu slowly swallowed his work.
When Feng Wu watched, his eyes narrowed slightly.
She looked at the inscription and looked at Elder Mu.
Elder Mu was seen by his eyes, and he was a little panicked inside.
"Hey, what kind of eyes are you? I tell you, I'm not a thief!" Elder Mu couldn't.
He pulled Elder Yan and asked Elder Yan to testify.
"Lao Yan, I am with you from beginning to end, can you testify for me, right?!"
Elder Yan was busy with Feng Wu: "Little dance, Elder Mu did go with me from beginning to end, we did not separate among us ..."
Feng Wu knew that the man was not an elder Mu, because when the injured Xuan Yi escaped and was chased by Yang Zhihu, Elder Mu Mu was in front of her.