Love in Xuancheng

Feng moye was slightly stunned. "Qian Ling Kun wood? What's that? I saw a piece of shiny black rotten wood on the table. As soon as I woke up thirsty, I threw it into the stove. I thought it was rotten wood..."

"Rotten? Wooden? Head?" the old blood almost gushed out from master Jing.

"Isn't it rotten wood? Look at your expression, it's a treasure? Hey, I said grandmaster, I didn't say you. Baby, you don't collect it well and throw it around casually. Are you really good? I don't know. I thought your mirror area was full of treasures."

Feng moye glanced at master Jing with disgust, turned and tilted his head to observe his red clay stove.

What did the boy look like‘ Don't know? " Why does it sound so awkward? He means I don't have much in the mirror, baby?

"Boy, make it clear. What did you mean by that?"

From master Jing's staring, his eyebrows and beard were all cocked up with anger. He trembled, pointed to Feng moye, and rushed over with big steps. He didn't forget to wave and tear open the border when he was close to the border.

"Literally, come on, come on, you always sit down. When you get old, you should learn to calm down. Don't be so manic, it's not good!"

Feng moye asked master mirror to sit down, took a pot of wine from the space and handed it to master mirror, and took Yiying tea set into the space.

He took the wine pot from master Jing and habitually pulled out the cork and poured it into his mouth.

"Huh? Wine?"

"The wine pot doesn't contain wine, should it contain water?" Feng moye disapproved.

"Where's the tea? How did you take it?" master Jing found that none of the tea sets on the table had been taken away.

"Enough, take it!"

"I haven't drunk yet!" master Congjing was worried. I've asked you to feed the fire. Now I won't even leave a cup of tea for me?

"Aren't you drinking wine? What's good about tea? I'll call you next time. Don't look like who owes you silver. I made the wine myself. It's the only wine in the sky and the earth. Not everyone is lucky to taste it. Just cherish it!"

Feng moye glanced at master Xiang angrily and looked away.

Master Jing looked at the wine pot in his hand and looked up at the angry wind. He felt inexplicable in his heart.

I was wrong?

He burned my Qianling Kun wood and didn't even leave me a cup of tea. I didn't argue with him, but he shook his face first

A pot of wine just arrived at my Qianling kunmu? Why did he look like he had suffered a great loss? It looks like I bullied him and occupied his stool? Am I dazzled?

That's all. What's the competition with this little broken milk doll!

"Ah! This wine -- it's really made by my xiaoliushang. It's wonderful -- is there any more?"

Master Congjing took a drink, smacked his mouth and smiled pleasantly.

It's really tiring to take children, especially those with powerful destructive power! Tired!

In the future, if anyone dares to let me take care of children, I will slap and shout to death!

"Yes, it depends on what you exchange with me!" Feng moye's face looked a little better, and his tone was not as cold as before.

Poof----

From the mirror master almost choked himself.

Change? If you can get the praise of your elders, shouldn't you offer your hands to honor your elders?