Looking at Feng Qiuyang's scrutinizing gaze, Feng Wu's heart became a little impatient.

Does this person from the Feng family have a habit of staring at others?

A Feng Qingyao is like this, and now there is a Feng Qiuyang.

Feeling the displeasure in Feng Wu's heart, Feng Qiuyang frowned slightly and asked directly.

"Qing Yao's face, but you ruined it?"

Feng Wuxin nodded and generously admitted, "Yes, I not only ruined her face, but also unloaded a pair of her arms!" ”

Knowing that Feng Qiuyang came over to ask the teacher for the crime, she simply admitted the other crimes as well.

"The slave who died in the garden was killed by me, and the fire in the Xianxuan Courtyard was also set by me!"

After that, Feng Wuxin blinked, and looked at Feng Qiuyang innocently, with a vague sense of pride.

"Is there anything else Master Feng wants to ask?"

Feng Wuxin took a bite of Master Feng, and Feng Qiuyang's face turned from blue to black.

The gaze that had been scrutinized before also became sharp, as if he wanted to see a hole in Feng Wu's heart!

Looking at the indifferent look on Feng Wuxin's face, Feng Qiuyang began to believe that Feng Wuxin was really crazy!

Otherwise, how could a person who has always been submissive and can't even speak safely suddenly change his temperament, like another person?

His eyes were slightly stunned, Feng Qiuyang was about to test Feng Wu's heart, and a bright yellow figure popped out behind him.

Before he could see the face of the person who came clearly, his angry voice sounded in everyone's ears—

"Little bastard, you dare to scratch Qing Yao's face, Young Master Ben wants your dog's life now!"

Then a long sword pierced the air and went straight to Feng Wuxin's chest!

Feng Wuxin's eyes narrowed slightly, and she was about to fight back, but Cicada Ming was already one step ahead of her, pinching her own aura in her hand and hitting the figure.

But she was only an intermediate spiritual priest, and the aura she carried was not taken seriously by that person at all.

I saw that the figure dodged the attack for a moment, and then launched an attack towards Feng Wuxin.

Feng Wuxin pushed Cicada Ming away, kicked his long legs, and directly kicked the long sword away!

The sword flew upwards and buzzed.

Feng Wuxin quickly jumped up and caught the long sword steadily in the air.

It was just the blink of an eye, and the sword that was supposed to kill her was against the throat of the other party.

The man froze in place, his face pale, and his sunken eyes filled with unease.

Looking at the face in front of him, which was seven or eight points similar to Feng Qingyao, Feng Wu smiled heartily, "Fourth brother, I haven't seen you for a long time!" ”

Feng Qingze, the fourth in the younger generation, is Feng Qiuyang's only son, and Feng Qingyao was born of the same child, the two are not only seven or eight points similar in appearance, but even their temperament and temperament are the same arrogance.

However, Feng Qingyao is arrogant and arrogant, and he is only in Feng Mansion, but Feng Qingze is different, he relies on himself to be the only seedling of the Feng family, and he does whatever he wants outside.

Not to mention the fireworks and willow lane, he can even do such a thing as forcing Liang to become a prostitute, which is simply a shame on the Feng family.

was pressed against his own sword to his throat, Feng Qingze's whole face was distorted and ugly.

As soon as he wanted to make a move in his hand, Feng Wuxin put the long sword close to his skin and said jokingly: "Is your sword fast, I guess you should know better than me, right?" ”

Feng Qingze didn't dare to move anymore in his hands, but his mouth began to die.

He stared at Feng Wuxin viciously, regardless of how bad Feng Qiuyang's face was, he opened his mouth and scolded, "Little bastard, don't be too complacent!" ”