"Hey, listening to my sister's words, if the Holy Son matches his age, he will never succeed," Qifeng said in surprise.

Hearing what Qifeng said, Huamo knew that he had lost his mouth. "Ignore you"

After speaking, he turned around and ran outside, but he heard the sound of Qifeng laughing from behind. The Holy Son hurriedly returned to his small courtyard, and saw Wen Xian leaning on the gazebo next to the rockery to read, with a bamboo table in front of him, and a faint fragrance of tea came to his face.

"Good fragrance" The Holy Son did not see it, sat down and picked up the teacup and drank the tea, then poured a cup and drank it all again. Then he yelled: comfortable.

Wen Xian put down the book in his hand, looked at the Holy Son and shook his head and said: Waste things, the girl who painted ink took care of you for more than a day, and did not teach your personal qualities.

The Holy Son was stunned for a moment, shook his head suddenly, and said: What kind of literacy, this Holy Son is the Holy Son of the Miao people selected by the temple, what I do is extremely sacred, I am literate, and I also use Sister Huamo to teach, it's a joke.

The Holy Son's theory made Wen Xian irrefutable, and he could only smile bitterly: It is really a savage in the land of barbarians, and it cannot be edified.

When the Holy Son heard this, he was furious and shouted: Stinky scholar, what are you talking about, after speaking, you will roll up your sleeves and have a big fight with Wenxian.

When Wen Xian saw this guy like this, the corners of his mouth rose and said: Is it really that you can't hold the fire when you see the coward? You and I are the only ones in the entire academy who don't know kung fu, but there is an essential difference between you and me.

"you, humiliate me Miao and find death" The Holy Son can say anything, saying that the Miao can't succeed. Swing your fist at Wenxian.

Seeing the Holy Son attacking him, Wen Xian was not in a hurry, picked up the teacup, shook his head and said: The difference, this is the difference.

The Holy Son was unknown, and the fist in his hand was adding a little bit of strength, and he struck hard. The hand was tight, but it was blocked by a huge force, and then the wrist was tightly locked by a small white matter hand, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

Looking up, a woman dressed in a scholar's red dress, with white skin, and a baby-faced face looked at her vigilantly, although there was doubt in her eyes, she still said: Holy Son, please respect yourself, this is Tianhong and not your Miao Temple.

The Holy Son understood why Wen Xian was frightened, it turned out that there were thugs by his side. I usually see this woman following Wen Xian's side without leaving, it turns out to be close... Thinking of this, the Holy Son was stunned, shook his head and said, "No, what about Sister Qifeng?" This woman is next to Wenxian, and Sister Qifeng is not jealous? Thinking of this, the Holy Son smiled evilly and looked at the woman in front of him. The probe looked at Wen Xian, who had a sassy face.

suddenly yelled: Sister Qifeng, why did Brother Wenxian and his bodyguard hug each other, come and take a look.

None of the two present expected that the stinking and shameless Son would come to such a hand, Lin Xuan'er, who grabbed the Son's arm, covered the other party's mouth, but who knew that there was a sharp pain in his hand, and he was actually bitten by the Son.

"Ah" the palm of his hand hurts, and a dagger is in his hand, across the neck of the Holy Son.

When the Holy Son saw the dagger, not only was he not afraid, but an evil smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his voice was louder. "Sister Qifeng, help, this adulterer ** wants to kill people"

Where has Lin Xuan'er seen this kind of scoundrel, knowing that the Holy Son is the only person who can save Qin Yue, and he must not be killed. was stunned in place, and the dagger that was lying across the neck of the Holy Son was not taken away, nor was it taken away. Instead, Wen Xian stepped forward, covered the mouth of the Holy Son and said, "My little ancestor, don't call it."

"Stop" A pale cyan figure swept over, a pair of small hands quickly swiped over, grabbed Wen Xian's shoulders and violently forced, throwing Wen Xian out, and then a brush blocked the dagger, flicked the dagger away, stretched out and grabbed the Holy Son and took a few steps back.

"Miss Painting" Lin Xuan'er put away the dagger and looked at the visitor embarrassedly.

"Oops, it hurts me to death" Wen Xian, who was thrown out by Huamo, screamed miserably, got up and pointed at Huamo and said: It's really a big girl, you are so ruthless to your brother-in-law, do you know your sister?