On the other side, Wu Yanyang.

"Husband, what is the origin of that Feng Gongzi?"

Wu Yanyang's body snuggled softly in his arms, his eyes were like silk, and his voice was delicate and sweet.

Song Chengji lowered his eyes and pushed her away, his eyes were clear and cold from before.

He said coldly, "Do you love him? ”

Wu Yanyang was caught off guard, her face stiffened slightly, and then she evoked a flower-like smile, wanting to get up again.

"Husband, what are you talking nonsense......

Song Chengji flicked his sleeves and directly interrupted Wu Yanyang's words, he turned his back to her, sneered, and said with a mocking face.

"Wu Yanyang, do you think this son doesn't know what you're thinking?! At the beginning of the martial arts competition to recruit relatives, the person you Wu Yanyang fell in love with was Feng Mochen, right? ”

Wu Yanyang looked flustered and wanted to explain.

It's just that Song Chengji blocked her speechless, the ridicule on his face became more and more obvious, and his voice became colder and colder.

"Feng Mochen is a myth in the world of cultivating immortals, he became a god when he was a teenager, he is a god, but he has no quarrel with the world, and only lives on Yunmeng Mountain."

Song Chengji paused for a few seconds and shifted his gaze to Wu Yanyang.

The rough face was dissatisfied and mocked, "Feng Mochen has already become a god, this kind of competition is also to accompany his apprentices, you are just an ordinary person, what are you?!" ”

"Wu Yanyang, this son is not so confused by a woman, what kind of person are you, this son understands in his heart, Feng Mochen is not the person you should think of, and his apprentice is not a person you can calculate, this son advises you to be more restrained, I hope you can do it yourself!"

Song Chengji snorted coldly and slammed the door out.

Wu Yanyang stood in the room, her face was pale, she never expected that Mu Qingluo would be an immortal cultivator.

Why could she have such a good thing?!

"Ahh

Wu Yanyang's face became more and more heavy, and with a flick of her hand, all the porcelain on the table was knocked to the ground by her, making a sharp and piercing sound.

"Want to get stronger?"

A cold and noble voice came to mind in the room.

Wu Yanyang raised his head vigilantly, "Who?!" Who are you?! ”

"Do you want to kill Mu Qingluo?"

"Mu Qingluo ......"

The voice seemed to have a little smile, "She is Feng Mochen's apprentice, the person you hate the most." ”

Wu Yanyang's face was hideous, thinking that he didn't even know what Mu Qingluo was called, and the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

"Who are you? What is your relationship with Mu Qingluo? What exactly is your purpose? ”

"Don't worry, don't you want to become stronger, and then Mu Qingluo with a blade, and then get Feng Mochen?"

"Do you have a way?"

"As long as you do things for me, I can naturally help you fulfill your wishes."

After Wu Yanyang heard it, he imagined the future days of her and Feng Mochen in his mind.

Such an excellent man can naturally only belong to her!

The anger in her eyes became heavier and heavier, this person was gloomy and compassionate, and the corners of her mouth hooked a strange arc.

"Miss Ben promises you, Mu Qingluo, you wait for Miss Ben!"

-

Mu Qingluo and Feng Mochen returned to the inn, and before they stepped into the door, Mu Qingluo covered their mouth and nose.

"Ahh

Feng Mochen wrapped his hands around Mu Qingluo's shoulders, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

"You're cold?"

Mu Qingluo sniffed, waved his hand and said, "I guess who wants to calculate me." ”

Feng Mochen's eyes dimmed, "With me, no one can hurt you." ”。

Mu Qingluo raised his eyes and bumped into his gentle and picturesque eyes, his deep voice was like a feather gently sweeping through her heart, making her heart unable to calm down for a long time.