Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

Over there, in a dilapidated and dilapidated small black room, there is a fresh and cool breath, which will lift people's spirits.

The little black cat also had a salivating expression on its entire cat face, wiped its drool with its paws, and looked at Feng Qingyue longingly.It really, really wants to eat.

Moreover, it has an illusion that the tail will grow after eating...

So, more eager.

Sensing the little black cat's longing, Feng Qingyue looked back at Tyranny who was surrounded by him with a 'happiness' face, and resolutely turned around and followed the little black cat away. [

Tyranny is obviously enjoying it, so don't bother him.

Men, there are always so many needs.

As a very generous, open-minded and kind person, Feng Qingyue gave Tyranny the opportunity to be drunk and lie in the lap of a beautiful woman. When she left, Feng Qingyue still thought of it, I am so understanding.

Of course, what she didn't know was that Tyranny was in pain of wanting to eat people.However, even if Feng Qingyue knew that Tyranny was in pain, she would probably be happier throwing Tyranny into it.

Then he would gloat and look at Tyranny's predicament.

Tyranny did not know what kind of bad luck it was, but he unexpectedly ran into the hands of Feng Qingyue, a person who likes to do whatever he wants.In this life, he has no chance to stand up.

It is said that Feng Qingyue followed the little black cat and ran towards the little black house.When Feng Qingyue walked into the dark room, she discovered that there was a picture of a teacup that was as black as the plaque on the plaque.

If I didn't guess wrong, this place should be—a teahouse? !

It's just that this teahouse is really shabby.Compared with the three casinos and red wine cellars, this is simply a firewood room.

After a moment of hesitation, Feng Qingyue kicked open the dark door in front of her.

Creaking, the door fell down and fell to the ground, giving off the smell of decayed wood.As the door fell, there was a sound from inside.

"Great talent, this door of yours should be repaired." The person who spoke was a middle-aged man whose clothes were considered clean but extremely shabby.

"No, no, that's not what I said. The door of this talented person has been accumulated over time, and it has gone through the wind and frost of the years. Now is the moment for it to wave goodbye to the world. How can you say that it should be It’s fixed, it’s so ugly.” The one who answered was dressed in white, with a clean white tablecloth on the table, and looked like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.A pair of eyes that were originally round like cat rocks, turned into crescent moons with a smile, and held the white fan open in one hand, covering the entire face except the eyes.

Suddenly, the young man looked at Feng Qingyue at the door, narrowed his eyes slightly, so that people could not see his emotions, then suddenly clasped his fists with both hands and performed a nondescript etiquette, and then his eyes were even more curved, suddenly She giggled again, shrugging her shoulders, "This girl, is she also here to listen to a storyteller?"

Glancing at this nondescript person, Feng Qingyue didn't notice any fluctuations in his body, just like ordinary people on the street, but those dark eyes were as deep as an abyss, making it impossible to see to the bottom , I couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Moreover, that strange fruity freshness came from this person.