At a glance, Feng Wu glanced at one of the people in the crowd, that was the old Jia.
If you change to someone else, you will definitely be timid.
But who is Feng Wu?
She is a phoenix dance that has passed in Wanjun without changing the color.
So Feng Wu did not change the color, so she walked in directly.
"Old building, why do you come back this time?" The old Jia greeted Feng Wu.
Feng Wu looked painful with a painful look, and waved his hand: "Urgent, anxious-"
"Hey, then hurry up and hurry up! I will talk to you again." Old Jia saw Feng Wu in a hurry, what else to ask? Instantly, Feng Wu went in.
The two rows of guards are guards. They do not squint. The real door is Lao Jia.
After Fengwu flowed into the handsome mansion, the old building was the identity of the old building, so dare to go in the house.
If someone was asked, it was said that someone was going to see the master, and he told me.
As for which master, Feng Wu didn't say it, and others would not ask.
Feng Wu walked all the way, and soon came to the yard where the Book of Scripture was located.
The small fart child is good at the Book of Scripture. Because of following his teacher, there is also his own small courtyard in the handsome house, but this small partial courtyard is next to Mr. Zuo Qiu, so Feng Wu is cautious and cautious.
The door of the front entrance was locked.
Feng Wu is going to go through the wall.
However, Mr. Zuo Qiu's step -by -step tone uses the formation and inscriptions.
His old man has set up a formation method here to prevent the footsteps from turning over the wall out and playing outside.
Feng Wu is also speechless.
The tranquility of this line of law can not be trapped in Fengwu.
Feng Wu settled in a remote corner, broke a small hole in the formation, and after the thin body came in, Feng Wu's backhand made the formation method.
God does not know the ghost.
The entire yard is locked by a layer of formation, so there is no need to close the door to the yard.
The sound of Langlang reading in Fengwu's ear.
It is the sound of the Book of Scripture.
Feng Wu walked from the cross -hospital to the main room, and when he was close to see, he saw that the Book of Sutra was sitting in the room and shaking his head.
This time he did not memorize the ancient scriptures, but the inscription.
Level 5 inscriptions.
Feng Wu sighed, the child's learning inscription is not too fast.
Feng Wu said quietly.
The Book of Scriptures did not feel anything, sitting on the wooden stool, shaking his head and shaking, his back was very vigorous.
Feng Wu reached out to poke his back.
The Book of Scriptures frowned, thinking that it was a fly, and I simply ignored it and continued to recite a face.
Feng Wu Xianxian's fingers poked him again.
The Book of Scripture was impatient, he turned around!
Turning around and anger: "Okay, you are a rare little fly, don’t know the little master ..."
Then, the Book of Scriptures saw a middle -aged man!
The Book of Scriptures seemed to see ghosts, and the whole person was not right, shocked on the spot!
"How did you come in?!" The Book of Scripture jumped out vertically, caught a sword on the wall, and pointed at Feng Wu: "Well, are you not that door?!"
When the Book of Sutra was not detained in the room by his master, he liked to run outside, so he was a little familiar with the door.
Feng Wu's two -handed arms, smiling at the Scripture, and didn't speak.
The young man was a little hairy in the heart of Feng Wu's eyes.
This look is too sharp and too strong!
This is by no means a look that should have a door!
"Are you?" The Book of Sutra suddenly found a very bad hunch in his heart. His heart was shaking!