"We are friends."

Feng Feiyu's reaction didn't keep up, but he just said'Oh 'and then stopped talking.

For some reason, she was a little upset.

"Fei Yu."

She looked up at him.

"I'm leaving. See you next time. You take good care of your wounds. " He got up, thought about it, and then turned to her seriously and said, "if you can, let Ni Mantian take care of you. The other two in the Hall of greed are men. It's inconvenient."

Feng Feiyu did not quite understand what he meant by this, but he also recognized his concern and nodded in agreement.

Dongfang Yuqing was relieved, reached out and nodded her forehead, said not to turn around and left.

Feng Feiyu watched him walk away, coming and going quietly, without alarming any prohibition in the Hall of greed. She sighed in her heart that this person was also really capable, and it was admirable that such a large man could come and go freely in the mountains, and it was admirable to be able to do so without a trace.

She can't even say she can do this.

What can be done does not depend on the size of the ability. She has always been used to arrogance, saw too many people to look up at the eyes, can not do this kind of low-key behavior, and she has never felt that her behavior is high-profile.

I have to say that Feng Feiyu has not had much contact over the past year, but he is more fond of the Oriental Luo Qing.

Warm and moist as jade, advance and retreat with a certain degree. The yardstick of everything in his mind was so well grasped that even when he recalled his first encounter, as an immortal king, he did not feel ferocious or repulsive and disgusted with himself.

This is the reason why she has a liking for him, and that is why she has not been fond of Baizi painting so far.

With the Oriental Qing Dynasty as a contrast, Baizi painting looks fake and illusory.

When she thought of this, she remembered that the hall of unrequited love today is on the thousand bones of flowers and the false spirit of the venerable one.

For a moment, some inexplicably felt like a pain in the throat.

Speaking of, the news of her injury should be known to almost everyone, how come the East has come, that little girl has not come?

She remembered that when she was a father, she coughed twice, and the little girls were running around looking for medicine for him, boiling medicine, and taking care of her.

Now.

Hey, the world is getting worse!

"Fei Yu! Fei Yu! "

She was looking at the sky and sighing, but she heard someone calling her name. Looking back, it was she who sighed that the world was declining, trotting all the way, surrounded by light water and sugar treasures on her shoulders.

And behind.

It's Baizi painting and Moyan.

No, what are these two doing here?

She looked beyond the flowers and bones of them, and placed them on the body of Moyan and Baizi painting behind them, with obvious dislike and dislike.

She didn't like it, and the other two didn't actually want to come over much. It's just that your heart is not quite balanced. If you hit someone, even if you are impeccable in identity, you will inevitably be held a grudge, not to mention that now that she can't find out the bottom of her ability, the two of them will follow.

Baizi walked slowly as he painted the fairy wind, and a pair of eyes as cold as frost and snow observed the circle of Fengfei as the center, and his brow frowned slightly.

He felt a breath that did not belong to the hall of greed, and although he had disappeared as soon as he went deeper, there was no doubt that someone was just coming.

"Brother."

Mo Yan nodded.

Feng Fei Yu and Hua Thousand bones over there had not said a few words, and were explaining how they were beaten, just like telling a joke. In the middle of the speech, they heard the sound of breaking through the air.

Without thinking, she got up in front of the two little girls, lifted one hand, but the evil sword roared past, colliding with the oncoming silver sword!

Mo Yan's eyes squinted: "and said you didn't take it!"

But the evil sword wore new clothes this time and was trying to show off, so Feng Feiyu had just recruited it, and it had not even come out of its scabbard, but valiantly wearing new clothes and wearing a strict sword bar, the scabbard was not damaged at all, but the strict sword contended for a while.

She was silent for a moment.

All right, this time it's really reasonable and don't know.

Just now, when the Oriental Jing Qing came to deliver something, she unexpectedly warmed up and did not expect the situation she would face now.

Now that think about it, what's going on in brain?

She could not help staring at the evil who was still in a stalemate with the other's sword, and the flower on the scabbard seemed to pierce her eyes, which made her scold Dongfang Qing for not being successful enough to fail, and directly regarded other people's kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs. I completely forgot my mood of receiving gifts at that time.

When Moyan saw that she did not speak, he thought she acquiesced, and his expression was even more proud.

And Baizi painting originally held a sense of luck, thinking that the girl would not be full of lies, but could not think of people at the moment | stolen goods | all acquired, so that his state of mind also changed.

He squinted slightly and his face was hard.

"Feng Feiyu, do you remember who you are?" He spoke in a haughty tone with obvious censure.

But the evil sword flew back on call, stood at her hand, and rubbed the hilt against the back of her hand, as if to please.

Her heart suddenly softened when she thought of the tone and expression of Dongfang Xianqing with a deliberative tone and expression.

If you take it all, what else can you do?

"if you stay as a disciple for a long time, the teacher you just worshiped a few days ago has a great respect for forgetfulness." She shook the wide sleeves of her long clothes, picked up the evil on the ground in one hand, seemed to admire its scabbard unintentionally, and her eyes traced the Lingxiao inscription on it, but did not look at the two in front of her.

"I can't afford to accept you as an apprentice!" Mo Yan clenched his teeth and said angrily.

Feng Feiyu squinted: "Master, are you going to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

"Feiyu, Xuanyinmu is not an important thing, but it is not a good thing, and it is not something you can handle." Baizi drew a step forward, glanced at the sword in her hand, and advised.

She snorted, held the sword at her side, and said, "that's a nice thing to say, your honor. I can't control it. Can I control it if I stay for a long time?" If you can, you don't have to be sealed in the back of the mountain forest, right? This thing is good or bad, and now it is also the thing of my evil sword. I hope your Majesty and Master will not go too far. "