Luo Qingfeng watched silently, but when Feng Jinghong said those words and Luo Tian's expression changed with surprise, she knew that this person was definitely not simple.
Who is Yushan?
Rubbing her chin with her white fingers, Luo Qingfeng looked around.
Luo Zi is not here, otherwise you can ask him. If Luo Tian knows, he should also know.
Not only Luo Qingfeng, but also Luo Tian, no one knew what the jade fan meant.
"That's why I asked you, why is it in your hands? It's obviously already in your hands." The smelly old man suddenly became excited.
Obviously already, already
"Are you buried with him?" Feng Jinghong looked coldly.
The smelly old man was stunned for a moment, then gritted his teeth and replied, "Yes."
How come the things buried with him are in his hands? Could it be that he
"This thing was in my hands ten years ago." It's a burial object, no.
ten years
The smelly old man opened his mouth, looked at Feng Jinghong in astonishment, and said nothing in the end.
"Let me think about it for a few more days, and don't disturb me these days." As soon as he finished speaking, the smelly old man turned around and walked outside, with a somewhat lonely look on his weathered back.
Everyone in the yard was confused at this time.
Buried ten years ago
What is this all about?
Why is it that the more I listen to it, the less I understand what they are saying? Are they buried with people?
If it was buried with him, it would be impossible for the thing to appear in the hands of Mr. Jinghong. That means he was not buried with him. But the person involved said that he was buried with him.
All the twists and turns and all kinds of doubts made them feel dizzy.
Luo Qingfeng couldn't see anything, but she was sure that the smelly old man would definitely agree.
"Is everything okay?" Before everyone could recover, Luo Qingfeng had already stood up.
She thought it was a big deal
"It's okay." Feng Jinghong looked back at her and shook his head.
"Then I'll leave first." That's boring.
Luo Qingfeng strode away. If she had known this was all, she might as well have stayed at Tianzimen.
"Miss Qingfeng, why don't you take me for a walk around the Wu Building and let me get familiar with the environment?" Feng Jinghong followed and walked beside Luo Qingfeng.
"Sorry, I've only been here a few days." Luo Qingfeng glanced at him coldly, with a warning in her eyes.
Don't follow me again
He wants to walk, and there are a lot of people willing to show him the way.
etc.
Luo Qingfeng stopped suddenly and looked at the man next to her, "You want to live in Wu Tower?"
"Smart." Feng Jinghong nodded with satisfaction.
What a smart little guy
Luo Qingfeng's head was suddenly filled with black lines as a pair of vicious and resentful glances came to her.
"Master Jinghong, you should find someone else." Damn it, this bastard asked her to lead the way.
He was sure he didn't want her penthouse to never have peace again.
It's not that she's afraid of these women, she just doesn't want anyone to disturb her practice.
Luo Qingfeng walked out of the door of the guest building, leaving the dark faces behind her.
It's a pity that the man didn't intend to let her leave just like that and followed her all the time.
"Don't follow me." Luo Qingfeng looked at Feng Jinghong who was following him angrily.
Sick Yangzi should be lying on the bed, why are you following her here?
"Don't you want to know Mr. Jade Fan?"
An understatement is like a ray of breeze blowing by my ears.
Luo Qingfeng stopped and looked at the man beside him. A flowery smile bloomed on his handsome sick face.
People in the courtyard looked at the two people leaving with different thoughts.
Luo Wuxia sat there, clasping his fingers tightly and digging his nails into his flesh, without even realizing it.
Luo Qingfeng
You always rob me, and now even Young Master Jinghong is robbing me too.