Blame her.

They all blame her.

In the stories that I have nothing to tell to the young lady, this kind of character relationship is often a big piece.

Now she has experienced this magical feeling for herself!

Forehead.....

You can't let these two people around you get infected anymore!

"Do they really get it?" After the three of Zilan left, Feng Yan blinked and looked at Uncle Mo Ze.

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" Uncle Mo Ze said with a smile.

"How so." Feng Yan spread his hands, "Ben is seriously giving them a hint." ”

"You...."Uncle Mo Ze conjured a fan out of nowhere, raised his hand and knocked on Feng Yan's head, "Is this really useful?" ”

"Hmm..."Feng Yan rubbed the place where he was knocked in pain, "At least it won't let the rumors fall sideways." ”

If the story of the three of them is made up well, maybe it can force Fei Yinwen to have no face to see people, and provoke Uncle Yiheng to be a commotion.

"But in this case, the symptoms are not the root cause." Uncle Mo Ze frowned.

"You want to cure the root cause...."Feng Yu pouted, "I have to let Uncle Yiheng break off the idea of marrying me." ”

But this...

Easier said than done!

"It's broken..... Uncle Mo Ze narrowed his eyes slightly and muttered softly. Then he raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Yan deeply, "Then it's broken." ”

Instead of thinking about it here, it's better to take the initiative!

Even if this woman really has that curse on her, he will do his best to protect her!

"Huh?" A certain man suddenly came to this sentence, and a certain woman was a little dazed when she heard it. "How?"

"This king will help you break it." Uncle Mo Ze said firmly.

"How are you going to break it?" Feng Yan was full of confusion.

"You'll know then." Uncle Mo Ze pretended to shake the fan mysteriously.

"When?" Feng Yan blinked, "When?" ”

"Heavenly ....." Uncle Mo Ze shook his head and replied with a smile: "Don't leak it." ”

"You!" Tut! What a man! It's a big fart, and it's a god stick!

Looking at the depressed appearance of the little resentment of Feng Yan on the other side, Uncle Mo Ze actually felt that he was happy in his heart.

In the past few days, the congregated qi that has been stuck in the chest cavity has also been washed away!

The sudden relaxation made Uncle Mo Ze involuntarily raise the corners of his lips and chuckle in a low voice.

"Hey!" She's angry, okay! Feng Yan, who didn't know what a man was thinking, thought that Uncle Mo Ze was laughing at her, and the small resentment on his face was instantly elevated to a big resentment! Raised his hand and snatched the folding fan from a man's hand, "Do you want to fight?!" ”

"Now?" Uncle Mo Ze raised his eyes and smiled.

"How?!" Feng Yan slammed the folding fan in his hand and slapped it on the table angrily.

"Not right now." Uncle Mo Ze slowly took out his folding fan from under Feng Yan's hand, and gently unfolded it, fanning it without a match.

"Hmph." Feng Yan tilted his head, "How do you know if you can't do it if you don't hit you?" ”

"Right now, your internal strength has just recovered thirty percent." Uncle Mo Ze said with a smile: "Even if this king doesn't use internal strength, he can't win." ”

"You!" Hearing this, a certain woman was so angry that she really wanted to punch a certain man's smug face!

How.....

Feng Yan himself knew very well that Uncle Mo Ze was not exaggerating.

In the past, when she was sparring, this man didn't use internal strength, she had to use more than fifty percent of her internal strength in order to win a dangerous victory from this man.

If this man uses internal strength, it is more than fifty percent, and even if she uses all her strength, she may not be able to win a small victory from this man.

But right.....