Love in Xuancheng

Yes, yes, yes! That's it. It feels right!

Has Feng moye told this boy? The boy pretended to know?

Damn it!

"Mom, I'm leaving. It's time to practice martial arts. If I want to steal it, my lazy father will be angry. My father will be angry and break his body. Will my mom be distressed?"

Seeing his mother's reaction, Feng Nianyu smiled at his lovely mother, and ran away like the wind.

"Hey -- smelly boy! Who loves him?"

Shen Xingyue's stiff arm stayed in the air and stared angrily at the direction where Feng Nianyu disappeared.

The voice fell for a long time, and I didn't even hear the sound of falling petals.

Shen Xingyue blushed and glanced around awkwardly to make sure there was no one. Then he put down his arm and sat down again.

Seeing that the little Lord lit the gun and fled immediately, Luo Chen hurriedly dodged and hid for fear that the princess's fire would blow herself up accidentally.

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Shangqiongguo Palace

Seeing the wind, Mo sang rushed over with scarlet eyes like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb.

Feng moye immediately moved skillfully and perfectly avoided the old wolf's claw extended by Mo sang.

"What just happened?" asked Morsan eagerly.

"Nothing!"

The light wind and light clouds of Mo Xie and Mo Sang's anxiety form two extremes.

"Feng Xuancheng almost closed his breath!"

Mo sang pointed to the unconscious old emperor on the bed and roared.

Feng moye pinched his eyebrows, went to the bed and sat down slowly, stretched out two fingers and put them on the wrist of the old emperor Feng Xuancheng.

"Isn't it dead? What are you yelling at? It's so noisy!"

Feng moye slowly withdrew his hand, took out a clean brocade handkerchief from the space, bowed his head and carefully wiped his two jade fingers.

That calm and leisurely look looked like watching someone inject oil into the fire, which could not be destroyed but could not be stopped. He had to worry on one side.

That worried, anxious and helpless mood burned Mo Sang's viscera.

"What else can I do for you if he dies?" Mo sang stared at Feng moye, gritting his teeth and humming.

"You won't let him die!"

Picking his eyebrows, Mo sang glanced obliquely, sat down to one side, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it.

"You're not afraid of what happens?"

Being so trusted by Feng moye, Mo Sang's heart is not excited. These proverbs can be summarized.

"No chance!"

The tone and expression of Feng moye suddenly became very serious. The fingers clutching the cup unconsciously tightened, and the poor cup finally ended in pieces.

He won't be fooling around to verify his shit family anymore. He only needs to be with his feather in his life! Everything would be worthless to him except her.

Even if Mo sang wants to break his head, he probably can't think of why Mo Ye is so sure.

He doesn't trust Morsan much. Their conversation seems to be asking and answering, but in fact, it's not on the same channel at all.

Mosan thought that the Lord believed in him and entrusted his life completely to his trust.

Feng moye is extremely confident. He believes in himself. Even if the worst happens, he will live even if he climbs and rushes.

Because there are people he wants to protect and accompany in this world.

"I will stay here for seven days!"

With that, no matter what Mo Sang's reaction, he clapped the crumbs of the tea cup in his heart and went straight into the side hall.