Fengjue Tianxia: Poison Doctor Seventh Miss

After she checked the clothes carefully, she realized that none of the clothes in her 20s were women's clothes, but all men's clothes.Under the box, there is a well-made belt that obviously does not belong to Feng Jiuer's style.

Seeing this, Feng Qingyue couldn't help smiling, as if she saw those bright eyes winking at her, asking her to go out to play and harm everyone.It is entirely conceivable that if Feng Jiu'er was here, she would definitely hand over a man's robe to Feng Qingyue herself, asking her to compare her beauty with men in the world.And it's a very proud kind, such a mother is cute and tight.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingyue couldn't help feeling warm in her heart.Although I have never seen it before, I can fully understand her love for her.

But at the end, Feng Qingyue still couldn't help but think regretfully, where did mother go?

Holding a men's long robe, Feng Qingyue sat at the table feeling lost, but when she lowered her head, she saw the blood-red seven characters on the table, [

Up to the poor and down to the underworld

Although the bloodstains have long since faded due to the age, the last stroke of the last spring character is no longer a brisk upward pick, but a heavy meal, as if some resolution has been made, and it will never be changed. That kind of decisiveness can be seen from the inside.

It was only because of her own bloody and rotten smell that Feng Qingyue didn't notice those bloody words immediately.After reading it, Feng Qingyue realized that her body was still covered with blood, so she hurriedly let go of her clothes, and it was best not to get dirty.

But after letting go, Feng Qingyue was surprised to find that the clothes were not even stained with blood.This kind of material is like the light gauze purple winged silkworm clothing.How could Feng Jiu'er be stingy with her own child?Of course, I wish I could give my children the best things in the world.

Holding her arms full of clothes, Feng Qingyue walked out of this secret room, this place full of love, contentedly.Since this is where Feng Jiu'er used to live, Feng Qingyue found a place to wash up, and quickly washed herself of the mud.

It's just that when changing clothes, Feng Qingyue looked at the clothes in her arms with a strange expression. She seemed to be a little too tall, obviously higher than her mother's prediction.

She foresees the growth of the child, but she cannot predict in advance how tall her child will grow.Therefore, among the clothes Feng Qingyue was holding, only the men's clothes at the age of 20 fit well, and the rest of the women's clothes were a little smaller.