This night, Fengwu has always been highly concentrated, and she finally came back to the yard. She simply spread it, put her hands in the pants pocket, rest, and return to the blood for herself.
At this time, he had already come to Feng Wu.
As soon as he heard the meaning of Feng Wu's words, he knew that she knew what was going on.
Seeing Feng Wu's exhausted look, the Book of Scripture was busy pouring tea for her.
Feng Wu drank.
The Book of Scriptures brought another fruit plate on the most convenient position of Fengwu's hand. As for his own ...
He brought a small stool over. After sitting down, he helped Fengwu's legs with a dog.
"What do you say, you said, say it." The Book of Scriptures was very curious.
Feng Wu saw the steps of the Scriptures and wanted to listen to intentional, so he deliberately teased him: "Nothing, I just bombed the underground flight fighter base."
puff!
The Book of Scriptures was directly stretched!
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
Oh my god!
"You, you, you, you bombed the underground flight fighter base? You, are you joking?!"
Feng Wu's expression was very serious: "No, I'm not joking."
The Book of Scriptures stunned!
If others say this, he has long passed a large ear and let the other person don't brag, but Feng Wu ... This Feng Wu, who even his teacher was cried!
Scripture: "You, you, you ... you just face this face and explode?"
Feng Wu: "Are you scared?"
The Book of Scriptures almost cried: "Sister! My sister! Do you really really look at this face, right?"
Feng Wu saw the Swing Scripture, so he laughed: "That's not."
The Book of Scriptures took a breath and held my chest: "Fortunately, it’ s okay, scare me, oh ... "
Feng Wu: "But your flight fighter base really exploded, don't you hate me?"
The Book of Scriptures: "The flight fighter base is not mine. What do I hate you? But sister, can you be so powerful? Can the flight fighter be fried? Where do you burst the base? How many flying fighters have been exploded?"
Feng Wu looked at the Book of Scriptures and laughed without saying a word.
Book of Scriptures: "One? Two?"
"Ten?!" The Scripture said: "Shouldn't you explode ten?"
Feng Wu: "How can there be so few? What kind of inscription department, assembly department, flight department, can be fried all."
Alas!
The head of the Book of Scriptures grabbed the ground, and the posture of kneeling was facing Fengwu. He had already cast the ground.
"Are you really fried?"
Feng Wu: "Um."
But the Sutra's heart is not completely believed.
Because this is really unlikely.
How can a person do such a point?
Since it is a flight fighter base, there must be fewer guards, not to mention, where is the inscription bomb from the boss of Feng Wu? The Book of Scriptures comforts himself so much.
However, such news cannot be concealed.
After all, East Street has reached a big piece.
It is also unlucky in East Street. Under they are the entire flight fighter base ... So where can the house be affordable?
Feng Wu is not ready to say more to the Book of Scriptures. After all, when you say more, turn the door out of the child's mouth, and the consequences will be unimaginable.
Although Feng Wu completed the task over this night, her biggest task has no clue.
Xianling fruit.
In a day, the fairy fruit that will mature ...
Where did Mr. Zuoqiu hiding it?
Feng Wu suddenly stood up.
"Boss, where are you going?" The boss of Bu Jingyu had already shouted.