Feng Yikun is still quite self-aware, he knows that if he sets foot in the Hou Mansion today, it does not mean that he will take a look at his Feng family. I'm afraid that if I see you in the court in the future, I won't sweep my eyes and sweep myself.

As for why he came, it should be the will of the Holy Majesty. After all, Old Man Feng has also made meritorious contributions, and now that the title is handed over and it is his birthday, the saint has to be more or less interesting, and he can't let other ministers chill.

The people around didn't dare to come out, and only looked at the wind painting moon standing there with the eyes of a dead person.

Many people have speculated in their hearts that a wind painting moon should not be able to calm the anger of this cruel prince, and they don't know what price the Feng family will pay this time!

After Feng Yikun finished speaking, he cautiously glanced at Tilt Jiuyuan, but Tilt Jiuyuan's eyes were not on him, but looked over him towards Feng Huayue over there.

His gaze swept over the purple strange seal, and the strange birthmark that was ugly in the mouths of other people, when he swept over Jiuyuan, a subtle look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"What do you say about the death of this king's beloved pet?" Tilt Jiuyuan spoke, his usual cold tone, and his deep eyes couldn't distinguish his emotions, and said.

Feng Huayue glanced at the straight little thing at her feet, and her eyes suddenly widened, she finally understood that something was wrong.

"Lord Wang, this is the spirit beast you have completed the soul contract?" Feng Huayue suddenly raised her eyes, there was a faint joy in her eyes, and asked crisply.

"Presumptuous, you dare to question the prince?" Feng Yikun said coldly, "Kneel down and reply!" ”

"This wind painting moon is really ...... On the road to death, there is no return. Someone thought gloatingly.

A smile appeared in Wei's resentful expression, he looked at the thin figure with the eyes of a dead man, shook his head, and whispered to Mama Ye: "This ugly thing can't escape a dead word today." ”

"Humph!"

In the midst of the noise, the cold snort of Jiuyuan's dissatisfaction exploded above their heads like muffled thunder, and the venue was suddenly quiet, and everyone even lightened their breathing.

"Not bad!" Only then did Jiuyuan look at the wind painting moon again, and responded lightly.

Feng Huayue's thin figure was still standing there strongly, although he didn't know the bottom of his heart, he still stubbornly said: "The spirit beast died, but the prince was counterattacked?" ”

Qian Jiuyuan's expression was slightly furrowed, and then his sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and he slowly raised his hand and pressed his chest in the clear gaze of the wind painting moon: "Ahem......!" "I forgot about it.

In the blink of an eye, his face, which was originally as complexional, turned pale, and even his lips were bloodless.

Wind Painting Month: "......"

"You...... You ......" Feng Huayue's eyes widened in disbelief, and she shook her hand and pointed at the Nine Abysses with a shocked expression.

It was clearly not like this just now, he was a dignified prince, and he was actually cheating!

Qing Feng, the guard standing behind Tian Jiuyuan, slowly lowered his head and covered the twitching corners of his mouth.

But in the eyes of others, it is a little different, this is clearly a sentence of the death of Feng Huayue.

I thought that the prince allowed her to question whether she wanted to open the net, but it turned out that she was just playing with it as a prey.

Many people have a look of schadenfreude in their eyes.

Feng Huayue only felt the pain of the wound on the back of her head, she looked at Jiuyuan deeply with a dark face, bent down and pinched the tail of the dragon marten.

"Ah......h

"Oh my God!"

Many people covered their mouths with a startled exclamation from her move.

"Is this waste crazy, it's going to die and plan to pit the Feng family." Wei Shi stared at the wind painting moon in front of him hatefully, and gritted his teeth.

The flesh on Feng Yikun's cheeks was beating rapidly, and he couldn't wait to kill that unbelievable waste with his eyes.

Qian Jiuyuan raised his eyebrows, looking at Feng Huayue's next move in surprise.