In the antique room, there is a faint scent of jasmine.

Feng Ya lay on the collapse, half-squinting, squinting at the white Meng Luojiang opposite.

"Feng Gongzi, are you sure you don't want to eat some?"

Eat you ghost, do we know each other? Brother? There's nothing to do when you're full!? Even if Master Ye broke some cows, but Master doesn't know anything?

Fengya helplessly, "That... What kind of Meng or something, how many times have I told you? My master has nothing to do with me! He owes you money outside, right?? Looking for him, looking for me? I also have money! By the way, isn't he related to that Xuan Qingzi, yes, yes, Xuan Qingzi? Find him and go. ”

Meng Luojiang smiled and said nothing, "Feng Gongzi, we are not looking for you for Senior Mo, but for Bai Gongzi." ”

"Didn't I say that too? Bai Yousi has something to do outside, not here! ”

Meng Luojiang still smiled, "Bai Gongzi will come to you, besides, your strength is so high, didn't you leave a long time ago if you wanted to leave?" ”

...... "I'm afraid this baby isn't brain pumping, right?" I see you're young and your eyes are a little bad, right? Where can you see that my strength is high? ”

… The aura around you is so strong, and you lie to me that it's not strong... Modesty doesn't bring such modesty, huh? Is... It's exactly the same as the strange personality of Senior Mo said on the rivers and lakes... Sure enough, it's a master and apprentice, but... This Wind Boy... You're too ignorant of the world, aren't you? It seems that the rumors are still somewhat credible, the apprentice of Senior Mo is not familiar with the world.

As a result, a rumor has spread throughout the spiritual community since today.

Mo Hanliu's apprentice is very strong, but he is ignorant of the world and is a little simpler.

Meng Luojiang had a lot of thoughts in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face

"Feng Gongzi is too modest, if you want to leave, I'm afraid that we can't beat your ten moves together."

"......" staff... This kid is a cane! Or is it? My martial arts are high enough to fight against spiritual power? No, if you don't treat him, you may just want me to make the first move, and when the time comes, I will be asked by everyone and ignore the loss! Mmmm, you can't act rashly!

Feng Ya didn't speak, and slowly walked to the table, so that Meng Luojiang tensed his waist, and his hand was also on the saber, for fear that Feng Ya would do it.

Seeing Meng Luojiang pressing his sword and preparing to burst out at any time, Fengya was drenched in cold sweat, but he insisted on pretending to be the protagonist in the script and kept calm. Master also once said, "The momentum must be sufficient!" Otherwise, it is easy to expose the deception of the rivers and lakes! ”

The two looked at each other for a while, and finally, Fengya sat down at the table, "Really, don't you want me to go?"

A slight sweat appeared on Meng Luojiang's forehead, and the coercion of Feng Gongzi... So strong...

"Can't..." he gritted his teeth, no matter what, even if he was injured by Feng Gongzi, he must, he must seize this opportunity to find the second son!

Fengya "......" looked at Meng Luojiang like a cane, what is wrong with this baby... I didn't do anything, one moment the eyes were vicious, and the other time the eyes were so determined? Guarding against me like a thief, you've been watching me ever since you caught me in... It almost made me think that you spiritual cultivators have broken their sleeves... Oh, this baby still can't understand human speech...

Without looking at him, Fengya picked up the chopsticks and began to eat happily. If you don't eat for nothing, you don't eat it, it's like this anyway, you can't still drug your meal, right?

Over there, Meng Luojiang was soaked with cold sweat. Just... Feng Gongzi's glance... Terrible, right? I'm afraid that kind of gaze is still not real, right? If this starts, they have no chance of winning, right? But... He must find the second son before his wife! Be sure to tell the second son... Miss Jinyu was sprinkled by Madame... Trace the powder.

With a wry smile, he continued to look at Feng Ya.

The elegance of eating is "......", can you stop looking at it when you eat? Yes? And also, what kind of laughter did you just have? Won't you be poisoning this meal? Feng Ya looked at the bowl in her hand and Meng Luojiang, who had been watching him over there, and silently put down the bowl.

"Can you... When eating..."Feng Ya asked in a whisper.

"Huh? Not to your taste? Meng Luojiang asked when he saw this.

"It's not... I would like to say... Can you not look at me while I'm eating! ”