Caritas looked at the closed door, walked briskly, sat down on her knees, and saluted, saying, "My lord, the old lady has told you to come over for dinner." ”

"Go and reply to the old lady, I'm not going. Feng Hao's deep voice came from inside the room.

"This ...... My lord, the old lady specially asked the kitchen to prepare a ...... today."

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" this time, Feng Hao's tone was already mixed with obvious dissatisfaction.

"Caritas doesn't dare, I'll reply. Caritas was startled, quickly saluted, and left. She didn't have the courage to touch the scales of Lord Wind.

After a while, Feng Hao slammed the door open, and when he heard the sound, the young maid who was kneeling under the porch hurriedly saluted this side: "My lord, what are your orders?"

He gave her a cold look and went back into the house.

He took the knife from the rosewood knife holder, then sat cross-legged at the low table, staring at the blade.

This knife has gone through several generations of masters of the Feng family, and almost every master has stained it red with the blood of the enemy.

Only in his generation, the blade was the least stained with blood.

He still remembered that his uncle once said: "It is too barbaric to solve the problem with blood, and the killing of the Feng family is too heavy, so the people have not been prosperous, and the male owner has not lived long." ”

Feng He drew his knife out of its sheath, and a cold cold light jumped on the sharp blade. The people are not prosperous, the male owner does not live long, he doesn't care, the only thing he cares about is that he can't accompany Xia Yucheng to grow old slowly.

"I wish to win the hearts of one person, and the white heads will not be separated!"

He read it silently in his heart, thinking of Xia Yucheng, he couldn't help but laugh. In this life, it is her, and she is the only irreplaceable one.

"Miss Li, you can't go over!" Suddenly, he heard the maid's voice stopping him from outside the house.

"Grandma asked me to come, I came to ask your adults to come over for dinner, why can't I come over?" followed by Li Wanqing's voice.

He frowned, stood up, and walked out.

"Mr. Feng......" Li Wanqing was stunned when she looked up and saw Feng Hao's tall figure and handsome face.

Because he was so handsome, in the dim light, she saw Feng Hao wearing a white shirt and dark pants, the collar of the shirt was open to reveal his charming wheat skin, and the dark pants wrapped around his slender and powerful legs.

He was holding a long knife with a translucent and beautiful shape, and although his facial features were tight, there was another kind of harsh, breathtaking handsomeness.

He stood there as if he were independent of the world. That kind of natural spirit makes people can't help but have a mentality of admiration and awe when they see it.

Li Wanqing held her breath, she thought, if this man came over and hugged her in his arms at this moment, even if she died in his arms the next moment, it would be worth it and there would be no regrets.

"Mr. Wind......" she whispered again.

"Let's go eat! don't waste time here!" Feng Hao's expression was still grim.

"Mr. Feng, you are treating me so coldly, you are ...... Are you afraid?" asked Li Wanqing boldly.

Feng Hao sneered: "Afraid?"

"Yes, you're afraid you'll be tempted by me, aren't you?

"You're thinking too much!" Feng Hao looked at her, his hands moved, and he skillfully put the knife into the sheath, and the sound of metal clashing was loud and pleasant.

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