cute husband

Chapter 363 His Tenderness (5)
Feng Qifei saw half of the content on the rice paper, and couldn't stop his anger. He squeezed the rice paper in his hand, angrily raised his head to look at the Holy Lord, but just in time saw the Holy Lord squatting in front of Shuilong, stretching out his hand to give When she took off her shoes, she was stunned in shock for an instant, and she had long forgotten what she was about to question.

Shuilong wore white socks on her feet, so she didn't have to worry about her skin being seen by others.

The Holy One naturally held her feet, put them into the new fur boots, and after helping her tie a rope of the boots, he poked the soft toes with his fingers, raised his head and asked Shui Long : "Is it soft? Is it warm?"

His smile is so pure and gentle that it can purify all the heavy haze. It is clearly an ordinary face, but it makes people feel a sense of beauty and unparalleled beauty.

Could it be that Feng couldn't help but slap himself in the face to prove to himself the truth of the scene before him.

This gentle and clear man like snow and jade made my heart skip a beat as a man, and I couldn't help feeling endlessly warm and moved. Is it really the man who is so arrogant!

For the sake of a woman, he actually condescended to lift the shoes for a woman himself, and did such a thing that hurt his self-esteem... No, he didn't lose his self-esteem. With a sense of nobility, he is still aloof and cannot be looked at.Looking at what he did, no one would feel that he was humble, let alone stare at him. Instead, there would be an inexplicable sense of inferiority complex. Looking at his smile, the warmth pouring into my heart was almost drowning. .

Even bystanders would have such strong emotions watching, so what about the feelings of the person who was treated tenderly by this man?

"En." Shuilong just responded in such a brief way.

Could it be that Feng felt dissatisfied inexplicably, because he was fighting for the Holy Lord, and felt that Shuilong's reaction was too bland.

"It's just..." Shui Long shook her legs and looked at the Holy Master with a smile in her eyes, "It's so swollen, it's hard to walk."

Everything has a price. Although these shoes are very soft and warm, they are relatively 'swollen'.

The saint smiled innocently: "I can hug you."

Shui Long smiled without saying a word.

The holy venerable pursed his lips, and said, "I can also support you."

Shui Long let out a "hmm", which was a response.

Everything is so natural, it is natural that others can't intervene, and they are not qualified to judge who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong.

Could it be that Feng's sudden dissatisfaction disappeared equally quickly and inexplicably.

Maybe everything is supposed to be like this, otherwise what else?Do you want that woman to be moved to tears?Still excited?Or flattered?No, no, on the contrary, this kind of calm appearance is the most natural and real.

Although, he was still too shocked by what the Holy One did.

"It's over." A familiar voice brought Feng Qifei back to his senses.

Could it be that Feng saw the Holy One standing in front of him at some point, moved his lips, his voice was a little hoarse, "Your Excellency..." Just as he opened his mouth, he felt a tightness in his chest, and he flew out of the small pavilion. Falling in the ripples of light rain outside.

"Young master!" Seeing this scene, the two attendants immediately came to Feng Qifei's front, facing the slowly approaching sage as if they were a formidable enemy.

The light rain falling from the sky was evaporated by the external internal force before it touched the Holy One.

"What's written in the first article?" Shengzun asked Feng Qifei softly.

Feng Qifei clutched his chest, coughed lowly and said, "There must be no wrong address."

The saint's eyes became more clear in the mist and rain, but they were also hazy, "I don't need you to protect the Lord like them, I just need a labor on the road."

Feng Qifei pursed his lips and remained silent.

"I am used to being served on weekdays, so I should know what to do to serve others."

Feng Qifei remained silent.

No one saw the figure of the Holy Venerable, and he came to Feng Qifei's side in the blink of an eye, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "It is dereliction of duty not to answer the master's question."

Feng Qifei was so frightened that his hairs stood on end in an instant, and he staggered back. As soon as the Holy Lord stretched out his feet, he tripped him to the ground.

Feng Qifei fell covered in dirty water, couldn't hold back his anger for a while, and said angrily: "You are deceiving people too much!"

The holy venerable easily sent the two attendants who came to protect the lord flying out, squatted down so that his eyes were at the same level as Feng, and asked doubtfully: "If you accept me as the master, you only need to do errands for a few days and fetch water. Why would you not want such a good deal?"

His attitude was too gentle, so Feng didn't forget the danger, and said in a cold voice following his heart: "You said that if you let me become the leader of the martial arts alliance, you will definitely be able to become the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"Correct."

Feng was stunned, the other party's answer was too flat and quick, and his strong self-confidence made him feel once again that as long as the other party said yes, it would be fine.

The Holy One smiled and asked, "Do you know what to do?"

Feng Qifei pursed his lips, and said in a low voice with a complicated expression: "In this way, you can count as a cooperative relationship, why do you have to have me..."

The terrifying coercion that hit his face made Feng Qifei's words cut off in the middle, his face was pale and sweaty, and he stared at the man who suddenly changed in front of him with terrified eyes.

"Cooperate?" The corner of the Holy Master's mouth curled into a disdainful arc, and he stood up slowly, "What qualifications do you have to cooperate with me, or do you think you can give me some benefits that satisfy me?"

Feng Qifei opened his mouth and couldn't say anything.He doesn't even know who the other party is or what the other party needs, so what can he promise to the other party!

"You may not be very clear, but I don't have to do it for you." The Holy One said, "Do you think that everyone loves you, and flowers bloom when flowers bloom?" ' expression. "I chose you because you just happened to appear in front of my eyes."

Could it be that Feng was both angry and inferior, and there was also the deepest fear hidden, his lips trembling slightly.

"I'll ask you one last time, do you know what to do?" the Holy One asked lightly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, no answer.

The holy man stepped on Feng Qifei's face, and whispered lightly, as soft and cool as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, "Oh, forget it if you don't know."

"I got it! I got it—!" Shouted horrified and hoarse.

The rain-stained soles were less than three centimeters away from Feng Qifei's face. A drop of sewage even dripped into Feng Qifei's gasping mouth, but Feng Qifei didn't feel it. Looking at the saint.

"Ah." With a trace of regret on his face, the Holy One slowly withdrew his feet, shook his head at Feng Qifei and said softly, "Isn't it better to know earlier, I have to find abuse."

Feng Qifei: "..."

He was already powerless to refute, and his heart was almost overloaded.

(End of this chapter)