Feng Qingze's insult was not painful to Feng Wu's heart at all.

She stood there, looking at Feng Qiuyang behind Feng Qingze with a funny expression.

His son scolded his daughter for being a mongrel, and I don't know how he feels about being a father.

Feng Qiuyang was indeed angry, but not to Feng Qingze.

He looked at Feng Wuxin and ordered, "He's your younger brother, don't put down the sword yet!"

His son wants to kill his own daughter, and he, a father, even let his daughter put down the sword?

Feng Wu smacked his lips in his heart, it seemed that this original owner really had no status in Feng Qiuyang's heart.

Hearing Feng Qiuyang's order to Feng Wuxin, Feng Qingze instantly became angry again.

"Do you hear that, little bastard? Don't hurry up and put down the sword to Young Master Ben! ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to snatch the long sword from Feng Wuxin's hand.

Feng Wu's heart flashed slightly, and he violently withdrew his long sword, then grabbed Feng Qingze's outstretched wrist, and the corners of his lips hooked a dangerous arc, "Feng Qingze, I have to return your words to you as they were." ”

Feng Qingze didn't understand what she was talking about, and subconsciously asked, "What are you talking ......about?"

"Ahh

Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

When I looked down, I saw that the back of my hand was pressing against my arm at an odd angle.

Feng Wuxin actually broke his wrist!

Feng Qingze's tears of pain flowed straight down, but Feng Wuxin was in a good mood, she let go with a smile, "I said, don't be complacent too early." ”

"Daddy! My hand, my hand is broken......"

Feng Qingze felt that Feng Wuxin's smile was too terrifying, and at the moment he held his severed hand, crying and shouting and ran back to Feng Qiuyang's side.

He was born in the Feng family, he has been spoiled since he was a child, and the number of bumps and bumps can be counted on both hands.

So you must find a way to get rid of Feng Wuxin!

He rolled his eyes and cried at Feng Qiuyang: "Dad, this little bastard must be possessed by some demon spirit, otherwise how could a waste like her easily wring off my hand!" Dad, she can't stay! If you dare to break my hand now, you may break my neck in the future! I'm your only son! ”

Feng Qiuyang stared at Feng Wuxin, and saw that the anger around her body spread, and her pupils shrank sharply.

Ze'er is right, if she wasn't possessed by some evil thing, how could a waste like her have the skills to do it?

Even the cold aura she exudes does not match her sixteen-year-old age at all!

At present, there are indeed demon spirits from other worlds around Yujing, in order to prevent that thing from coming to his own mansion, Feng Qiuyang decided that he would personally test Feng Wu's heart!

If he is really possessed by a demon spirit, then he is saving people, if not, Feng Wuxin's heart is just a waste, and there is no loss.

What's more, she not only ruined Qingyao's face, but also wrung Ze'er's hand in front of herself!

is so arrogant and domineering, she should be cleaned up!

Thinking about it, the golden aura in Feng Qiuyang's hand had begun to slowly gather......

"Ah, my heart, I didn't expect that your cheap father turned out to be a Spirit Sect!"

The little flame nested in Feng Wu's heart, using her consciousness to communicate with her.

Feng Wuxin raised his eyes, lost the long sword in his hand, and carried the spiritual fire, "What about the Spirit Sect?" Today I want them to see how the waste in their mouths has ruined them! ”