Not only did the stimulation of Master Duanmu, but also the disciples of Master Duanmu, Ji Ying, it was stimulated.
Ji Ying stood up and stared at Feng Wu Xun: "Feng Wu, don't make trouble."
His Royal Highness, who was lazy in the chair, was instantly excited, and his waist was straight!
His pair of sharp eyes shot into Fengwu and Ji Ying!
Especially when Ji Ying, he was tightened by Jun Linyuan's eye shot.
But he hasn't realized what happened.
He whispered and reprimanded Feng Wu: "This is my master, you respect some!"
Feng Wu was almost laughed at.
"Your master is not my master, why should I respect some? Who do you?"
Ji Ying: "Have you forgotten Xiaowu? I said I would marry you!"
No one noticed that His Royal Highness had jumped blue blood vessels.
Feng Wu looked at Ji Ying with the same eyes as mentally retarded: "Who do you? Who will give you the qualifications to talk to me? Get back! Let your master talk to me!"
Feng Wu was intentional. She deliberately made Ji winning his face and forcing him to be angry.
If a person does not fluctuate, then nothing will show anything.
Only when emotions cannot be controlled, can another emotional emotional.
Whether it is Master Duanmu or Ji Ying, they have to pay for what they do.
Master Duanmu didn't know the purpose of Feng Wu. What he had to do now is to make His Royal Highness believe that he can make a flight fighter.
He found a stack of drawings from his arms, and presented his hands respectfully: "This is the old man's research for many years. The drawings drawn in the end are all about flying fighters. Please look at His Royal Highness."
Feng Wu glanced at the drawing, alas, how can I look a little familiar to see the picture?
At a glance, Master Wang was even widespread!
Because the drawing on it is exactly the same as the analysis map of the flight fighter left before Feng Wu.
Feng Wu's doubt looked at Master Wang.
Master Wang's heart is trembling, and he has a very bad hunch.
Feng Wu wondered Master Wang: "What's going on?"
Master Wang subconsciously touched his arms.
He has been carrying this picture with him. The outer layer is wrapped in oil paper and placed in his chest. Even if he sleeps, he will never take it out. He always curled up with his chest and sleeps. No one can take it away.
And recently ... he has never taken a bath, so it is impossible to be taken away.
Feng Wu: "Master Wang, what's the matter?"
Master Wang touched his chest position, hard, that was the touch of the paper, and he didn't change the thickness ... So it should be okay?
However, Master Wang was not assured. He turned his body and took out the drawings wrapped in the oil paper from his arms, and expanded it carefully.
At a glance, Master Wang's face changed.
Because this drawing is not the drawing of the hand -painted drawings before the dance!
This drawing painter is rough and the lines are crooked. It is a casual inscription drawing, not a flight fighter drawing.
At a glance at Feng Wu and Master Wang, they saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
Master Wang was full of sweat beads, and rolled down.
"This, this ... what's the matter? Me, I have been holding it with it ..." Master Wang was a little anxious, "How can you be replaced? Who is changed? Where did the real drawings go?
I……"
Master Wang was anxious: "I still took it out last night to study, it is impossible to lose it!"