Chapter 283: Sometimes It's Even a Little, Idiot...

These days, Mo Yanhuang has been wondering why the little thing would carve his name on the stone so carefully with one stroke at a time, as if he were treating his most important treasure. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He also fantasized countless times in his mind about what the little thing wanted to say to him that day!

He always felt that he had missed the most important words he wanted to hear in his life.

Looking at Feng Zitong's seriously cultivated cheeks, he carefully traced her outline over and over again in his mind, whether it was the delicate face or the beautiful face, it was his little thing, his favorite little thing.

Feng Zitong had been cultivating here for a few days, and Mo Yanhuang had been guarding here for a few days, he didn't dare to see her easily, so he could only look at her in this way to relieve the torture of missing.

The second battle soon began

Feng Chenhao and the three of them still came to the ring directly to find Feng Zitong as they did three days ago, and sure enough, they were still in the old position.

"Feng Zitong, you are too unkind, why do you always like to run out alone, what do you think of us?" The fat man roared indignantly.

Feng Zitong raised his eyes and glanced at him, and his tone was light: "What do you think I think of you?" ”

As soon as Feng Zitong said this, the fat man immediately found out that something was wrong, how could he feel that he had dug a hole for himself!

Feng Chenhao smiled: "Xiao Tongtong can go wherever she wants, why do you care so much, be careful that she throws you down and only takes Liao Long away." ”

Liao Long is Brother Long's original name, Feng Chenhao never called people brother, so he asked his original name.

The fat man's body stiffened, and he quickly shut up and looked at Feng Zitong with a flattering smile.

Jokes, follow Feng Zitong, a little pervert, to eat meat, how can he be thrown away.

Feng Zitong didn't pay attention to him, but drank a cup of fragrant tea without a sip.

midair

Mo Yanhuang stared at Feng Chenhao, frowning and thinking for a long time~

Xuanjizi's apprentice?

How could he be here, and dare to be so close to a small thing!!

Especially when he saw Feng Chenhao's gentle smile towards the little thing, and the little thing's attitude towards him was also very soft, the breath on Mo Yanhuang's body became colder and colder, and it had a tendency to freeze the sky.

Not far away, Hei Feng twitched the corners of his mouth helplessly.

Ever since I met Miss Feng, the master has become less and less like the master, and sometimes even a little, idiot...

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Mo Ling stared at Feng Zitong hatefully, angry with her, she sent so many people to kill this woman, but they all went and didn't return, how powerful is this Feng Zitong!!

Feeling the familiar malicious gaze, Feng Zitong raised his eyes and looked at each other leisurely.

Mo Ling's body stiffened, and she quickly looked away.

"No, why should I look away? I'm the daughter of the city lord, so why should I be afraid of an unidentified outsider? ”

So, after muttering, she turned her head to Feng Zitong's gaze again, and glared at Feng Zitong hatefully.

Feng Zitong raised her eyebrows, Mo Zhengyang's daughter was actually hostile to her... That's kind of interesting.

Today's rules are still the same as in the first game, the opponent is decided by the number in his hand.

More than 1,000 people have only 200 people left, and if this one comes down today, there will only be 100 people left at most.

Feng Zitong looked at the number in his hand.

Number 85

She raised an eyebrow.

Although I don't know who the opponent is, I can't take it lightly, and the opponent in today's game is at least stronger than the person in the first game.