Looking at his mother's back to him, that appreciative look, Leng Meiying didn't want to disturb his mother and him to catch up, so he went back to the South Courtyard by himself.

Along the way, Leng Meiying had a cold face, with a slight hint of murderous aura, and the red light of the demon lotus between his eyebrows was faint.

Leng Meiying, who was already a little angry, planned to go back to the room to continue studying the mystery of the Jade Mi Ring.

Pushing the door into the house, there was a white shadow flashing in front of him, and a strong wind □□.

Leng Meiying snorted coldly and took it, and then was surprised to find that the thing in his hand was just a cup of warm fragrant tea.

Looking at the person in front of him again, he was dressed in white and close to his body, with a tiger's head and a sword hanging from his waist, four fingers lightly knocking, sitting lazily on a square chair, with Erlang's feet crossed and a seven-point smile on his mouth, but he looked so cynical, as if everything in the world was within his ridicule.

"Just a cup of tea, do you think I can cool your uninvited?"

Leng looked at the handsome man in front of him, but with a seven-point cynical smile, Leng Meiying's voice was cold, and the demon lotus between his eyebrows flickered.

This person was the man in white who unintentionally saved Leng Meiying among the masters in the academy that day.

Eyebrows raised slightly, with a hint of playfulness, Feng Tianche looked at Leng Meiying with a smile and nodded slightly.

"Let me introduce myself, this young master is the first handsome son in the Fengwu Continent, and Feng Tianche is also! Uh-huh, little girl, you're not bad, barely ......"

Leng Meiying was slightly stunned.

"What's good?" What the hell is this guy trying to say?

Feng Tianche laughed wildly and said: "Little sister, in fact, you don't have to thank me too much, I know that I am very handsome, very handsome, charming, up to eighty-nine, down to just leaving, I can't escape my handsome and charming smile, hey, if you really want to thank me, then reluctantly, you can make a promise with your body......"

Leng Meiying's face changed, and the demon lotus on her eyebrows bloomed violently!

Is this man still shameless? Do you want a face? Are you trying to force me to scratch his broken face?

Leng Meiying was so angry that she bit her silver teeth and jade, and she was about to have a seizure, but she saw Feng Tianche's eyes sweeping slightly on her chest and buttocks, and she shook her head, and her disappointment was overflowing.

"Although, you don't have the place you should have, but I can afford to wait, hahaha......"

Even if Leng Meiying is the reincarnation of the Seven Buddhas, he can't bear his cheap anger, with one move, one palm, the power of the mountain surges out, directly hitting the face of Feng Tianche, and he wants to shoot this complacent handsome face into a bear butt.

Feng Tianche shouted 'oops', a little fuller, standing long, his right hand still lightly knocked on the handle of the tiger's head, and his left palm slapped out leisurely, as if flowing clouds and water, chic and free.

"Oh yes, I beat my husband before I passed the door, this is not advocated......"

"Bump!"

Leng Meiying's angry palm was caught by Feng Tianche steadily, and the strong wind swept around, but it faded invisible!

Leng Meiying only felt a tightness in his chest, and this palm seemed to hit Wang Yang.

If it was back then, this kind of power Leng Sleep Ying would definitely be able to sweep back, but now she is really depressed, and she can't shake the strength of half of the other party's body with all her strength.

Feng Tianche's palm shook slightly, shaking Leng Meiying back three points, and with a little foot, a square chair had already caught her steadily.

His power was perfectly controlled, and the strength of the two of them to hedge against the outside was controlled by him, and the furniture in the house was not damaged at all.