Surprisingly, Ye Guci didn't do anything.

"Huh." He chuckled twice.

The elegant and low laughter suddenly eased the solemn atmosphere in the box.

The air starts moving.

"The black gold iron is indeed yours." He played with the delicate short sword in his hand and looked at Feng Muge lazily, "But the Xuanjing that forged the sword is the deity's.

Even refining is also done by the deity. ”

Swear black is white.! Despicable and shameless!

Feng Muge was almost not angry with him.

She originally planned to make a long sword out of black gold and iron, but she turned him into a short sword, which was just the right size for a sword, too big for a dagger, and just right for chopping vegetables.

For the sake of him being the father of the night, the dagger skills are not bad, and inviting her to dinner, she doesn't care about it, just make do with it.

As a result, this guy didn't even give her a sword?! I still want to talk about it...... The sword is his?

How can a person be so shameless!

"Uncle Gu." Ignoring the chill in Ye Guci's eyes, Feng Muge grinned and smiled, but the words he said were not polite at all, "I finally saved your son's life, and I gave him food and clothing."

You took my black gold and iron and forged it yourself, and you are still so arrogant, won't your conscience hurt? ”

Ye Guci just wanted to answer no, but suddenly caught the keyword in her mouth.

"Son?" He played with the short sword for a moment, and his narrow phoenix eyes suddenly looked at Feng Muge.

The white eagle was already shocked by the five thunders on the side, and the muscles were muscular.

The Lord has not even been close to a woman in all these years, where is the son?

Feng Muge frowned, "A few days ago, the person I picked up in the Black Forest is very similar to you, but the eyes are a pair of bloody eyes.

Later, he was taken away.

That person should be yours, right? ”

Ye Gu was silent for a few moments, and suddenly looked at her with a smile,

"You don't even see me for who I really am. How can I be sure he's my son? ”

Feng Muge pointed to squeak, "My pet smells, your smell is similar." It has a sharp nose. ”

"Squeak!" Squeak squeaked twice in dissatisfaction.

How does the owner say that it is the same as a family dog! It's a treasure hunting mouse, not a low-level creature like a domestic dog!

“……”

A trace of dark joy that had just risen in the night was suddenly extinguished, and his eyes glanced at the squeak.

Squeak felt the cold hairs on the back of his neck stand up, squeaked, and rushed into Feng Muge's arms to find a sense of security.

"Do you want to deny it?" Seeing that Ye Lonely's words looked like contemplation, Feng Muge sighed softly.

It is impossible for two completely unrelated people to have the same breath.

No matter what the relationship between Ye and Gu Ci is, there should be some kind of connection between the two of them.

Ye Gu put down the short sword and smiled, "Your pet nose is a spirit." ”

Feng Muge looked at him.

Is this an acknowledgement?

"But, you guessed it wrong, he's not my son." Ye Gu said.

White Eagle's heart lifted in an instant.

Did the Lord want to tell her the truth?

It's a secret in King's Landing! How can you tell an irrelevant person! The more people who know, the worse it is for the Lord!

"The deity is his brother." Ye Gu said with a smile.

Feng Muge frowned.

If it is a brotherly relationship, it is not incomprehensible that the breath is similar.

"So......" Ye Guci's voice paused, and suddenly there was a bit of gnashing of teeth, "You shouldn't call me uncle." ”

Feng Muge: "......"

She vaguely understood where she had offended this person before.

Sure enough, whether it's a man or a woman, age is a pain that can't be mentioned.