Prince Zhuang Fujin

Chapter 320 A lot of time (3)
As expected, Wang Hanyan agreed and married him as his wife.

This Feng Yuanyang really loves Wang Hanyan, he can ignore Wang Hanyan's previous affairs, but secretly fed the unfeeling Gu to Wang Hanyan's little pet Liao Shi, Liao Shi is now Wang Hanyan's dead man, and he will never do it again She slept with Wang Hanyan.

Wan'er smiled and pretended not to know his identity, looked at him and said generously: "Don't you think such behavior is very Meng Lang? Not to mention that I still have two children with me, even if I don't have my pair of children around , even if I dress like a woman, I should know that I'm married, right?"

"I know you are married, but these days, Xiaosheng has never seen your husband-in-law, so, so I wonder if you are single. Xiaosheng is not Meng Lang, but when he closes his eyes, what emerges in front of his eyes is your graceful body, miss Zi!" Feng Yuanyang became obsessed as he spoke.

Without even thinking about it, Shao Yao hit Feng Yuanyang.

Feng Yuanyang was terrified, rolling and crawling, as if he really had no martial arts.

Wan'er sneered, this Feng Yuanyang really knows how to pretend, but she has no temper to play with him: "Should I call you Mr. Feng Yuanyang, or should I call you Wang Hanyan's husband? Not saying goodbye At this time, do you want to ask my husband and wife to teach me the real skills? From this point of view, tsk tsk, it is really a bad idea!"

"Hahaha... What a sixteen Fujin, he really is not an ordinary person. Where did you learn from? In a short period of time, you actually developed a good Gu. It made me curious, and my body was full of aura. It would be good to feed me gold and silver Gu." Feng Yuanyang laughed, and uncovered the disguise Gu, and the Gu worms fell to the ground and died completely.

"It's not rude to come and go!" Wan'er smiled lightly, moved her fingers, and a small group of invisible Gu worms flew towards Feng Yuanyang. Feng Yuanyang didn't realize it until the Gu worms got close, Apart from being shocked, she was even more curious about where Wan'er learned this skill.

A Fire Gu appeared, burning away the Itching Gu released by Wan'er.

"How could you realize that I'm laying a Gu on you?" Feng Yuanyang also pulled a chair and sat down, crossed his hands and elbows on the table, and asked with a sneer.

Wan'er spread her bare hands, the two tiny Gu worms were motionless in her hands, and after blowing a breath, the two tiny Gu worms turned into ashes and disappeared.

"It's a very good way, I'm looking forward to it. Next time we meet, I will give you a big gift!" The reason why Feng Yuanyang left in such a hurry is that Wan'er is a little unclear. He wanted to wait for an opportunity to find out about Wan'er, and he also thought that if he couldn't be fooled, he would come again. Unexpectedly, the other party recognized him at a glance.

He thought he was good at witchcraft, so it was impossible for Wan'er to know about his aura.

But what he can be sure of is that the other party must have some ability to know his secret, and Yi Rong is afraid that it will not work.

"Don't rush to leave when you're here!" After Wan'er's words fell, the barrier opened, the window closed automatically, and with a flick of her finger, the candle ignited spontaneously.There are already no guests on this floor, only she and Feng Yuanyang are left, Shao Yao and Tong Gui have also retreated.

The door behind Feng Yuanyang was pushed open, Yin Lu walked in from the outside, his dark eyes locked Feng Yuanyang tightly like an eagle's.

"The Sixteenth Master and his wife are trying to capture me alive? I'm afraid it won't be that easy!" Feng Yuanyang said with a smile, and then suddenly launched an attack towards Yinlu, while Wan'er was sitting at the table drinking tea.

The reason why she can recognize Feng Yuanyang is entirely based on the book of life and death. A person can change the breath, but the power of the soul and the breath of the soul cannot be changed.Otherwise, it would be impossible for Yang Xiuxian to rely on a bit of Dezhu's soul breath to chase him.

"It's okay, we have a lot of time!" Wan'er put down the tea, dipped her fingers in some water, and flicked towards Feng Yuanyang. The moment the water droplets popped out, they were infused with spiritual power and turned into ice blades, sharp ice blades. The thorn flew towards Feng Yuanyang's vitals.

(End of this chapter)