Feng Zitong's expression was complicated, the man sitting in front of him was really angry this time, even if she had robbed him of his medicinal materials before, he had never been so angry as he was now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

What the hell is it for, he will help her three times and twice!

The four of them were in a cold sweat, Feng Yuyuan even felt that the foot on his chin exuded a chill, and the fear of the strong in his bones gradually expanded, and his body trembled like sifting chaff.

Feng Zitong coldly retracted his gaze, turned his head and walked out of the pavilion.

The national teacher felt a movement behind him, raised his eyebrows and loosened his feet, and stood up unhurriedly and followed.

He respected the choice of the little thing, although he really wanted to kill Feng Yuyuan directly.

Anyone who makes little things unhappy, he wants to solve it, I don't know why, the more he comes into contact with her, the more he wants to protect her.

A wicked smile rose on his face under the white mist, and the little thing could only be bullied by him, not anyone else!

Feng Zitong, who was walking in front, suddenly turned his head, looked away from the national teacher, and looked at the four Feng Yuyuan who were still kneeling on the ground.

Her tone was quiet, her ice blue eyes were filled with intense ice, and condensation emanated from her pupils: "Second uncle and aunt, and my two good sisters...... Game... It's just getting started!"

Turn your head and walk away completely.

Under the sun, the figure of the national teacher is as tall as a pine, and as soon as he appears, no matter how beautiful the scenery in the world is, it is inferior to him.

He stared at Feng Zitong thoughtfully...... Can't see through ...... He couldn't see through her.

This feeling is very helpless, thinking that he has lived for so long, who has never seen it, what has not happened to him?

The eyes under the white mist locked on Feng Zitong's back, and he always felt that the person who said "The game has just begun" and exuded an evil darkness and cold and ruthless aura just now was the real Feng Zitong.

Although the little thing is petite, her slender and unruly back looks so cold and lonely.

He wanted to dig out her heart to see what it was that made a fifteen-year-old girl in the flowering season look like this.

The two of them walked in the direction of Shimizu Garden one after the other.

Feng Zitong's thoughts were in a mess, and the man behind her always appeared quietly, and she always shy back from doing things, and she didn't dare to act rashly at all.

Qingshui Garden was close in front of them, and when the two approached the wooden pavilion outside the garden, Feng Zitong stopped.

Seeing this, the national teacher hooked his lips, walked lazily to her side, and turned his face to look at her: "Have something to say?"

Feng Zitong turned his head to look at the unclear face in front of him, his pupils were full of gratitude, but the depths were full of indifference and alienation: "Thank you for your help just now!"

The thick eyebrows under the mist of the national teacher were lightly raised, and the thin red lips were closed one by one, as if they were about to bloom a flower: "Thank me, one sentence is enough?"

Knowing that he couldn't give this stinky man sunshine, he would be brilliant if he gave a little, making people want to kill him, Feng Zitong gave him a blank look: "What do you want!!"

Every word seems to be squeezed out of between the teeth.

The national teacher couldn't help but chuckle, the little thing looked angry, it was really cute and tight, and the voice that was deliberately suppressed by him revealed a charm and magnetism, which sounded very good: "I'm just joking!"

Feng Zitong glanced at the man beside him coldly, although his voice was good to hear that his ears would get pregnant at any time, but the words he said were very unpleasant: "We don't know each other, not to the point where we can joke at will!"