Hearing this, Fengqi was pleasantly surprised.

Grandma has never asked about the world, but she didn't think about it, but this time she took the initiative to take over this matter.

Feng Qi was happy, but also said worriedly: "If this sword is really the fierce sword that grandma guessed, it must be very dangerous, grandma must be more careful." ”

The weasel who turned into a coachman had a kind smile on his face: "Don't worry about me, a fierce sword can't kill the old woman." ”

Dieji also hurriedly said on the side: "Grandma, I will go with you and lead the way for you!" ”

"Hmm."

After eating this reassuring pill, Feng Qi relaxed.

The weasel then said, "Go quickly, it's been a long delay, beware of making the boy suspicious." ”

"Uh-huh!"

Feng Qi took off the white hosta from his head and handed it to the 'coachman', then took the reins handed by the 'coachman' and led the carriage towards the tea shop.

"So you're Fengqi?"

An unfamiliar male voice came from Feng Qi's ears, Feng Qi turned his eyes and looked at the jujube red horse beside him along the reins in his hand.

Feng Qi asked casually, "Have you heard of me?" ”

"Isn't it, the waste material of the famous demon world, who doesn't know?"

In the past ten years, the word waste wood has always been with us, and Feng Qi's ears are about to give birth to calluses.

The word she hates to hear is scrap!

Today, this jujube red horse touched her moldy head, how could Fengqi be willing?

I saw her raise her slap and slap it on the top of the red horse's head: "You talk a lot!" ”

"What are you hitting me for?"

"Hmph, it's light to hit you!"

While speaking, Feng Qi had already come to the tea shop.

Si Chen saw that her mouth was open and closed along the way, and she didn't know what she was muttering, and she looked not very happy, so she couldn't help frowning.

Feng Qi also realized this, and hurriedly changed the topic: "His Royal Highness has a special status, and it is inconvenient for people to accompany him, so Feng Qi made his own decision and exchanged the carriage with the coachman with the hosta." ”

There was a little more relief in those well-versed phoenix eyes, as if he didn't expect Feng Qi to think so thoroughly, and couldn't help but glance at her.

Immediately, Si Chen got up.

He actually wanted to take the reins from Feng Qi's hand.

Feng Qi was surprised, but still handed the reins to Si Chen.

I saw Si Chen unloading the carriage, the horse's hooves kicking, making a crisp sound, and the jujube red horse raised its head and let out a deafening neigh.

Feng Qi naturally understood what it was saying.

It had been waiting for many years to break free from this carriage, and today it finally didn't have to pull this carriage anymore, and it could gallop to its heart's content, so it was naturally very happy.

However, Feng Qi thought of the hateful virtue when it said that it was a waste material, and poured cold water on it without mercy.

"Don't be too happy, you don't have to pull the carriage, you have to be a camel."

Sure enough, the jujube red horse suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant.

Si Chen naturally couldn't hear what Feng Qi and Zao Hongma said, so he jumped and got on the horse.

With the horse's mournful cry of loss, a slender palm stretched out in front of Feng Qi.

Feng Qi raised his head.

It was the first time she looked up at King Chen like this, and she realized that the way he was riding on horseback was so extraordinary.

"Have you seen enough?"

Feng Qi suddenly came back to his senses, and the roots of his ears were a little hot.

She scolded herself, why should she be embarrassed?

Isn't it just for people to look so handsome?

Blushing from being caught peeking?

Fengqi, when did your concentration become so bad?