Chapter 139: Meng Po Sandu: Shura, come and drink soup! (94)

Weak self-esteem was greatly hurt, stared at the temple door, turned around and ran down the road to the palace.

Feng Bi'an finished his work and happened to go to the Lin'an Palace.

Before he went up to Lin'an Palace, he saw a flesh-colored four-legged thing, and rushed down in a daze.

What is this?

He paused, frowning at the flesh-colored stuff that was getting closer and closer, like a paparazzi...

Weak and ruthless, rushing with a head, and only when she ran to Feng Bi'an and smelled the familiar smell did she react immediately.

"Chirp!" Bi'an!

She raised her head violently, her round eyes were clear and clear looking at Feng Bi'an, and suddenly, she lowered her head again!

His eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he was very aggrieved in his heart.

But she's so ugly now that she can't be recognized by Bian.

No...

Absolutely not!

The weak man did not dare to raise his head, so he could only cover his face with his two bare paws.

I hope the other party won't recognize her, but ...... Her heart ached.

"Raise your head."

An oppressive voice came from above her head.

The weak little body stiffened, and in the next second, he buried his face tighter!

No.

She can't see anyone now.

Feng Bi'an's eyes were cold, and he said expressionlessly: "Ben Shangxian asked you to stand up." ”

The cold tone was wrapped in a hint of danger.

Weakly suddenly felt bitter in her mouth, she was like this, this person didn't coax her, just said something good, and now he actually threatened her with a cold face.

I was sad and angry in my heart, and my mind was in a fork.

Weakly ignoring the wind, he got up and started running again.

And yet—

As soon as he took a step, his whole body was grabbed out!

"Let go of me, don't leave me alone."

Feng Bi'an grabbed the fox on his bare back and put it in his arms.

"Your Mao, where did you go?" Feng Bi'an was puzzled: "This season, do you want to remove hair and dissipate heat?" ”

Weak: ......

Hair removal and heat dissipation?

She choked on a mouthful of old blood, and the hair removal and heat dissipation of the gods!

Weak was crying angrily by these words, and a drop of crystal tears fell and hit the back of Feng Bi'an's hand.

Warm and cool.

He was stunned, held the fox in front of his eyes, and looked at it.

The fox's tears were rolling.

"You... What's wrong? ”

"Chirp...... Chirp chirp! "You negative man, Lao Tzu's hair was plucked out by your apprentice!

You're still partial to her! Aunt can bear it, Uncle can't bear it!!

He bit down on the back of the man's hand, and the tiny fangs pierced the skin, and a hint of rust permeated.

The bite bleed.

The weak man lowered his head, wilted and did not speak, as if he was repenting, and as if he was deliberately cold.

Feng Bi'an frowned, and stepped up to the door of the temple.

The white-clothed disciple guarding the door took a look and hurriedly leaned over: "Immortal." ”

"Hmm."

A white-clothed disciple raised his head and saw the lump of flesh in Feng Bi'an's arms, and immediately exclaimed: "Hey, is this lump of flesh from an immortal?" ”

Feng Bi'an looked sideways and nodded.

The white-clothed disciple's face turned pale and he smiled a little awkwardly.

"I see, the disciple also said, whose flesh pimple looks so special, if you want to come to this pimple, it must be a great beast, right?"

The white-clothed disciple who spoke smiled and gave the other a look.

The disciple on the opposite side also smiled and replied, "Yes, Shangxian, this beast must be very powerful!" ”

Weak liver pain.

When Feng Bi'an heard this, he turned his head and said strangely: "This is the white fox I raised, what beast are you talking about?" ”

Disciple in White: ......

Arctic fox?

Meat lumps?

Excuse me.

I really don't see it!

"Ah, hahaha, it turned out to be a little white fox, I'm sorry, the blood chief took off your hair, and we didn't recognize it, I'm really sorry."

"Hehe, little white fox, don't be angry."

The two disciples had a light wind on their faces, and their hearts were turbulent.

The desire to survive makes them desperate to save.

And also confessed to the initiator.

Yinling listened to the conversation outside in the hall, and sat firmly at the sandalwood table, steady as an old dog.

Not afraid at all, the heroine sued.

The two disciples told Feng Bi'an what they had seen as it was.

After hearing the little white fox being thrown out with the back of the neck.

Still rolling on the ground.

The anger in his heart suddenly surged!