The Alluring Concubine: The Eldest Miss

Chapter 462 Knocking the Mountain and Shocking the Tiger (2)

Lan Xin's violent temper almost made her anxious to death. They were clearly discussing important and urgent matters. Why did she talk with a group of people as if she was the only one who was worrying about the sky and no one else was in a hurry?
"Don't be angry, it hurts you a lot, Aunt Lan!" Feng Qiwu saw Lan Xin run away, and hurriedly gave her some relief. "So, Han Feng, go to the space and find thirty people who are trained in fighting. In addition, Ask Su Xia to come out too. Hasn't he been stuck in the pharmacy and hasn't shown his face on Xuantian Continent? I'll leave the task to him for tonight, and tell him not to refuse, otherwise, I'll take all of his experimental products and equipment. Send it all to Han Yu!"

One sentence decided the task for the night, and hardly needed anyone's assistance, Han Feng immediately nodded, "Your subordinate obeys, let's arrange it now."

Disappeared in place with a whoosh, Lan Xin pushed Feng Qiwu away, "If I don't force you, I will know Moji, go play with your husband and younger brother, I have something to do, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, he left the stage directly, leaving behind a table of juniors who looked at each other. After a long while, Feng Guitong secretly poked and kicked Shen Youliehan, "So, what exactly are you going to do when you ask me to come here?"

"It's nothing." Shen Youliehan crossed Feng Guitong, held Feng Qiwu's hand and got up, "Since everything has been decided, there is nothing else to do right now, let me take you out for a walk, the performance tonight is over, say You may have to stay in bed for more than ten days to recuperate, and it will be inconvenient to go out at that time."

"Okay, okay!" Feng Qiwu stood up cheerfully, "It's still more thoughtful, would Tongtong go with us? If you're not so picky, Liancheng is still fun?"

Feng Guitong looked at Feng Qiwu, then at Yingyi and Fenglang who were standing motionless, although he could guess that the result of eating Goulang would be unavoidable after following out, he still nodded stubbornly, "Go! , Brother Zhicheng and Brother Bozhao also go together, you haven’t been out much since you came back, aren’t you bored?”

"Time flies so fast during cultivation, how can you be bored?" An Zhicheng said energetically, but he had already stood up, obviously wanting to follow the rhythm of going out to play.

Chu Bozhao stood up speechlessly, "Since we're going, let's all go together. It's not peaceful outside these few days. If something happens, we can take care of each other."

"Then let's go, what are you waiting for?" Feng Qiwu shook Shen Youliehan's hand and walked out, lazily spit out a few words, "You decide the destination, I will be responsible for shaking the legs, Follow you, leave your mind at home and don't take it out, save yourself a lot of trouble!"

"You can steal so confidently while being lazy, you can do it!" An Zhicheng said speechlessly, but he couldn't help but feel that he grabbed Chu Bozhao's hand, and imitated Feng Qiwu's way of shaking it, watching and listening Childish, but it feels pretty good.

If you put aside the ups and downs in the dark, Liancheng is actually a very suitable place to live, the food culture and the like are very down-to-earth, and the people in Liancheng don't seem to be as keen on cultivating spiritual power as people in other places in Xuantian Continent , Every day on the street, you can see people drinking tea and chatting in the streets and alleys. The peaceful feeling reminds Feng Qiwu of his favorite place to go to once he was on vacation in his previous life, Chengdu.

"Boss, here are two pots of good Tieguanyin, and some good refreshments!" After An Zhicheng took his seat, he unceremoniously ordered tea and snacks, and then seated himself to greet everyone, as if Feng Qiwu and the others had entered a teahouse. , but into An Zhicheng's home.

Chu Bozhao pulled the jumping and cheerful people to sit on the chair, "There is a boy here, I don't need your help, just sit obediently, drink tea, chat and watch the fun, rest for a while!"

"Okay!" An Zhicheng seemed to realize that he seemed to be overly enthusiastic, curled his lips, and sat back in his seat, with Chu Bozhao next to him and Feng Guitong on the other.

An Zhicheng couldn't sit still, his buttocks twitched, and after a while, he started teasing Feng Guitong: "I said, you are a genius in name anyway, from your point of view, Yuecheng is fun Or is Liancheng fun?"

"If it's just for fun, Liancheng is more fun." Feng Guitong quickly made his own judgment, then looked at An Zhicheng, and said word by word: "In the words of those people in Yuecheng, Liancheng is a good place to consume one's will!"

"So, do you like Liancheng or Yuecheng?" Feng Qiwu was also confused, although, Feng Guitong lived in Yuecheng for so many years as a genius of the Yue family.

But Yue Feihong and Xue Yina didn't treat him well, so there shouldn't be any good memories. Why does Feng Guitong seem to be not very interested in Liancheng right now?
Feng Guitong took a look and said that she didn't bring her brains out, she really didn't have any brains, she shook her head speechlessly, "There are so many places in Xuantian Continent, can't I not like Moon City and Lotus City? Choose one of the two?"

"Brat, just say no. Yuecheng doesn't belong to your sister. If you say you don't like it, can I still beat you?" Feng Qiwu slapped Feng Guitong on the forehead. Laughed again.

Sillyly looking at Feng Guitong's obedient appearance of letting himself be bullied, he rubbed Feng Guitong's head and said coldly to Shen Youlie: "When you reconciled with Big Brother and Second Brother, you always watched them bicker, I just thought that one day I have a younger brother and sister who can be bullied by me!"

"Then now, your dream has come true?" An Zhicheng said to Feng Qiwu, but he looked at Feng Guitong with sympathetic eyes, expressing with his eyes, "Look, this brother of yours is just for giving Your sister is bullying and playing" such complex thoughts.

"Of course." Feng Qiwu replied to An Zhicheng cheerfully, rubbing Feng Guitong's hand turned into two hands, rounding and flattening the little Zhengtai's face, and there was a strange aunt in his eyes. Zhong Guang "It's fun to pinch Tongtong's fleshy face, haha..."

The horrifying laughter made An Zhicheng and the others tremble successfully, and looked at Feng Guitong with sympathetic eyes, but no one dared to stop Feng Qiwu's heinous act of ravaging the little Zhengtai.

In the end, it was my younger brother who was brave enough to grab Feng Qiwu's salty pig's hand with both hands, "Sister, I am your younger brother, not your toy. If you want to play with it, go find your brother-in-law. His skin is so white, he must be brighter than my face." It feels so much better!"

Feng Guitong's move of bringing misfortune to the east successfully attracted Feng Qiwu's attention, and there was no soft, smooth and tender touch under his hands, Feng Qiwu curled his lips in displeasure, and looked at Shen Youliehan eagerly .

The eyes begging to be caressed were so obvious that An Zhicheng and Chu Bozhao stopped talking, and stared at Feng Qiwu and Shen Youliehan unabashedly as they watched the show, as if they were wearing masks outside all the time. How would Shen Youliehan, who was obedient to Feng Qiwu's request, deal with this sudden accident.

Shen Youlie turned around, raised his hand to pinch Feng Qiwu's face, and said softly: "Your face is much more fun than his, good boy, let's play by yourself for a while, and let you pinch it when you go back. You don’t want others to see your husband’s beauty, do you?”

The tone and words used to coax the children were no different. Chu Bozhao and An Zhicheng looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, but when they turned around, they saw Feng Qiwu obediently nodding, "You said it, don't renege on it!"

"I promise I won't let you down!" Shen Youliehan silently assured, and childishly hooked up with Feng Qiwu.

Satisfied, Feng Qiwu withdrew his hand, squeezed his own face, turned around and said to Feng Guitong, "It's a little better than yours, you're only 12 years old, how can you feel better than my 17-year-old big sister?" How about?"

Heaven and hell, nothing more than this, a moment ago he was saying that his face felt good to the touch, but now he has already disliked it, Feng Guitong was wronged, but he didn't say it.

But there is an advantage in having a large number of people. If he doesn’t say anything, it doesn’t mean others won’t say it. No, after Feng Qiwu finished speaking, Su Yuan said, “Ma’am, are you liking the new and loathing the old, or are you too narcissistic? Master Gui Tong’s face The subordinates look smooth and tender, how can it be difficult to pinch, just because of the Lord's words, you actually despise Young Master Gui Tong, isn't this too unfair to Young Master Gui Tong?"

"What's not fair..." Feng Qiwu was still choking on the last part of his words, and the whole person soared into the air, and the clay pots with chopsticks on the table also flew up. The chopsticks flew towards the various hidden weapons that had their backs turned to Shen Youliehan.

It was also Feng Qiwu's action that caught everyone's attention, and they all jumped up, shoulder to shoulder and started to fight back.

"Damn it, you won't be safe even if you come out to drink tea!" An Zhicheng waved his fan and complained unhappily, then suddenly remembered something, and said to Chu Bozhao, who was turning his back to him: "It couldn't be that kid Su Xia Let's act, but this commotion is too loud!"

"When did you see our brothers use these hidden weapons? These people can't be ours!" Chu Bozhao shook his head helplessly. "Be serious, these people are hard to deal with!"

After saying that, the long sword in his hand stretched out from An Zhicheng's waist, and pierced an assassin's waist and abdomen while An Zhicheng yelled, "What are you doing, you want to engage in internal strife?" In his arms, "I said it seriously, you dare to chat with people at this time, are you looking for death?"

Chu Bozhao has known eight-year-old Chu Bozhao since he was ten years old, and the two had formed a friendship that they thought was pure when their adults were still fighting each other. "The voice naturally pampered him to the extreme.

As a result, when An Zhicheng was doing all kinds of things, Chu Bozhao could only focus on cleaning up the mess for him, but he always couldn't make up his mind to teach him a lesson. This time, it was naturally the same.

(End of this chapter)