Cloud painting

Chapter 72 The Phoenix Breaks through the Nine Heavens (3)

After eating and drinking enough, Feng Yunhua put on the men's clothes, hugged Yuemo secretly, and walked on the street again.

"I said miss, why do you..."

Feng Yunhua pinched Yue Mo's waist, and hissed, "Young Master!"

At the end of the month, I can only look at the sky silently.

After a while, I came to the previous inn: Yunlai Inn.

Luo Yunjiang was dressed in a dark green gown. When he saw Feng Yun's painting, his eyes flickered slightly, and when he saw Yue Mo in her arms, a suspicious blush flashed across his cheeks, and then he It's an angry look.

Feng Yunhua observed his facial expression and couldn't help but sigh, did this man change his face?An expression for a while.

"Where's Minmin?"

"I don't know, I went out early in the morning."

Feng Yunhua nodded understandingly.

————Drawing the dividing line———

"Hey, stop!" The soft and charming voice was tainted with anger, and the black clothes were flying, locking the soul and whipping the man who 'fleeed' forward.

"You want to run away after you touch my old lady?"

The man in front suddenly turned around, grabbed the soul-locking whip, and a large amount of blood suddenly dripped from his hand.

When he saw his face, Mo Qianmin was shocked gorgeously, and it took him a while to hear his own voice: "Xiaohua?"

Feng Cang looked at this woman coldly, he just bumped into her by accident, and she has been chasing her like this for nearly a whole morning!
"No, you're not Xiao Hua." Mo Qianmin said to herself, raising her eyes, "Who are you?"

Feng Cang put down the soul-locking whip, turned and left coldly.

Mo Qianmin pursed her lips, ho!It's still a big ice cube, and it hasn't said a word until now?Could it be that he is dumb?

If you want to return to your thoughts, don't worry about him, and catch up immediately.

Feng Cang frowned coldly, turned his head coldly, and said in a cold tone: "Don't follow me."

"Damn! It makes me seem like the kind of person who chases after a handsome guy." Mo Qianmin yelled in dissatisfaction, and the tear mole at the corner of his eye glistened abnormally in the sun.

Unwilling to give up, he continued to pull the soul-locking whip, and wherever he went, several deep marks appeared on the wall bricks. Feng Cang's eyes sharpened, and he quickly grabbed the soul-locking whip: "Women are trouble!"

Feng Cang then ruthlessly shook off the soul-locking whip, but Mo Qianmin's hat fell off completely, revealing a pair of red seductive eyes and a beautiful white hair.

Feng Cang was stunned for a moment, then said coldly: "Who are you?"

"Who does this girl need you to care about? But you, who look so similar to Xiaohua, can't be her brother."

Feng Cang frowned: "I am her younger brother."

Mo Qianmin looked him up and down in surprise, and smiled with the corners of his mouth: "Hehe, that's how it is."

Feng Cang took a closer look at her, and found that the red in her eyes was not the same as the red in her sister's eyes in the jade bone mirror. This woman's red was enchanting, while her sister's was indeed cruel blood.

Glancing at it, he left quickly.

Mo Qianmin was not persistent in chasing people, but just muttered: "What a big ice cube, Xiaohua is such a younger brother."

Take back the soul-locking whip, put on the bamboo hat, and 'go home'

When he returned to the inn, he saw his brother and Luo Yunjiang had two more people beside him, he couldn't help but frown: "Xiao Hua, you are here, you have been missing for ten days!"

"Ahem..." Feng Yunhua deliberately coughed a few times, and winked at Mo Qianmin.

Mo Qianmin didn't understand why, so he asked strangely: "It's strange, Xiaohua, are your eyes cramping?"

Feng Yun's head was covered with black lines.

(End of this chapter)