Feng Chuan's expression was not so good-looking, and the club that he had just wiped clean hit the glass coffee table next to him hard, and the coffee table was shattered.

He couldn't figure it out, obviously Feng Xiangfei's life was in his own hands, where did he get the confidence to argue with himself like this?

But compared to this problem, he was now more troubled with how to solve the multiple-choice question sent by the Night Spirit.

Feng Chuan felt that he had never been coerced like this in his life.

He was even thinking that it would be better to let the old immortal really die and pull him down, anyway, it was not the first time he had done such a thing.

……

Night Spirit returned to Feng Xiangfei, Feng Xiangfei raised his brows when he saw the blood stains on his face, he knew that Night Spirit would not be easy to talk to Feng Chuan this time, but he didn't expect it to be so miserable.

"He Beiting, help her take care of her wounds." Feng Xiangfei gave an order, and continued to walk to the yard to trim his flowers and plants.

"Yes, Lord Feng." He Beiting nodded and brought the medical kit.

The night spirit was lying on the chair, and He Beiting examined the injury in her eye, and according to what he knew about Feng Chuan, it was played with a golf club.

I don't know why, He Beiting began to gloat a little again......

The mind is full of "the night is flexible and barren"!

I even feel like shaking my legs a little.

He knew that such a big lama ran to negotiate with Feng Chuan, and the night spirit would not end well, could she really regard herself as a replica of Su?

At most, it is a high imitation, and to put it bluntly, it is a fake and shoddy product.

The young master never wears a cottage.

I don't know if he was acting out of selfishness, but when he was cleaning the wound of the night spirit, he said "sorry and bear with me", and he hit it very hard.

Night Spirit gritted his teeth in pain, his forehead bruised, and his hands clasped the armrests of his chair.

By the time he had finished treating his wounds, the night spirits were already in a cold sweat.

He Beiting lowered his head and cleaned up the blood-stained cotton and gauze on the side, and also told him to pay attention to it.

The night spirit didn't even listen to him, so he went out directly to find the phoenix master, and seemed to be quite disdainful of He Beiting.

He Beiting was not angry, but silently clenched his fist when he turned around, well done, young master!

The night spirit walked behind Feng Xiangfei and bowed his head to plead: "I'm sorry Lord Feng, my subordinates failed to convince the young master." ”

"Don't worry, if he admits defeat so easily, he won't be my son." Feng Xiangfei trimmed the flower branches and said with a smile: "How is your wound?" ”

"No problem."

"Well, that's good."

"Then Lord Feng, what are you planning to do now......"

"Take your time, this is the same as repairing this flower and grass, you can't fix it in a day, prune him first, set the shape, and then watch him slowly grow in the direction you want, what's the hurry?"

The night spirit understood, which meant that it was not yet time to tear his face with the young master.

"The subordinates are worried about your body."

"It's okay, he's not going to let me die so quickly." Feng Xiangfei handed the scissors for flower cultivation to the night spirit, and half-squatted down to look at the repaired pine bonsai in front of him, "If I die, won't you shake out all the secrets?" It wasn't what he wanted. ”

The night spirit suddenly realized, nodded and said, "Lord Feng is wise. ”

"You go find someone, Fengchuan is not sensible, but there are always people who are sensible, let's just talk to a sensible person."

"Lord Feng, please command."

"Qu Chang."

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