Feng Jiu was a little speechless, and before he could open his mouth, his fingers were wrapped.

"You're thinking too much." While wiping Feng Shijiu's fingers, Mu Wei said lightly, "She just wants to make sure that you don't look like Dafu, and she doesn't mean that to you." ”

As he spoke, he wiped Feng Nineteen's fingers one by one very carefully.

Different from that rough face, Feng Nineteen's fingers are slender and fair, very beautiful, but they are different from the softness of ordinary women, they appear to have distinct bones, and even there are many calluses on the fingertips of the palms, which are a little prickly to the touch.

He wiped it too carefully, and even took it for granted, Feng Jiu didn't react for a while, and Da Zhuang also looked at it a little dumbfounded.

Feng Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at it, without saying a word.

Finally, Mu Weixian finished wiping, then he raised his head and smiled at Feng Shijiu, his smile was clean and pure, "Lady, wipe it clean." ”

Feng Jiu's eyes were deep: "Hmm." ”

Mu Weixian grabbed her hand and stopped talking, looking unhappy.

Feng Jiu wondered if he was jealous, but he felt that it was unlikely, so he didn't care too much, picked up the umbrella and turned back.

Da Zhuang: "......"

Da Zhuang shouted in humiliation: "Hey! ”

Feng Nineteen's side eyes, the sunlight was blocked, and the eyes under the shadow were even darker and deeper.

Da Zhuang suddenly became a little cowardly, didn't dare to get angry, and said, "You, why are you asking me if I look like Da Fu?" ”

"Nothing." Feng Jiu glanced at it, turned around and left, holding an umbrella in one hand and being held by Mu Weixian in the other.

Da Zhuang wanted to ask again, but he couldn't open his mouth half-loudly, and he admitted that he was a little cowardly.

"It must be because she's so horrible looking." muttering, looking at the backs of the two people, Da Zhuang actually felt that it was quite harmonious.

"Harmony ghost!" Soon slapped himself again to sober himself up, "The position is completely wrong, why is Feng Nineteen holding an umbrella, and Mu Weixian is like a little daughter-in-law!" ”

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Not perceiving Mu Weixian's little emotions, Feng Shijiu entered the study as soon as he went back and closed the door.

Mu Weixian, who was locked outside: "......"

His eyes looked deeply at the closed door, as if he wanted to pass through the obstacle and see the person inside, and after a moment, Mu Wei turned around and left.

He's certainly not jealous.

He was just amazed at his subconscious actions.

The boiling anger at that moment could not be faked, Mu Wei touched his heart, and his beautiful brows were twisted together.

Is he too immersed?

His purpose at the beginning was clearly to brainwash Feng Nineteen, so that she could be used completely for herself, and willingly, to be his own dog.

Who can be possessive of their dog?

Or maybe not.

Mu Wei thought leisurely, even if it is a dog, it is his own dog, his own things, of course outsiders can't touch it.

Not far away, the old man, who had changed the book to read, saw the two of them coming back, and just wanted to inquire about his grandson, he saw that his handsome and gentle grandson had a gloomy face at the moment, and there seemed to be a murderous aura condensing all over his body.

After a pause, he suddenly felt that he didn't need to hurry, and it would be good to ask again later.

But he was a little worried, so he quietly stared.

After a while, he saw that Mu Wei was idle, and it seemed that he was going somewhere.

Do you have to come to yourself?

With a light cough, the old man stepped forward.

In the next second, a gust of wind flashed in front of him.

The old man stretched out his hand to stay: "Good grandson-"

"Grandpa." didn't find his intention to stay, Mu Weixian nodded casually in response, "I'll go and carry a pot of tea, the lady must be thirsty." ”

Old man: "......"

I'm thirsty, too.

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The turquoise tea slowly flowed from the spout of the pot, slicing through the cold and hard inkstone, glittering in the sunlight.

The window was wide open, the sunlight was shining on the ground, the sharp knife was grinding on the inkstone, Feng Shijiu was sitting on the desk, with an inkstone in one hand and a dagger in the other, sharpening the knife.

The movements are not hurried, the same as ordinary grinding, the difference is that she sharpens sharp knives.

The building blocked the sunlight from the upper floors, and she looked calm, a little dim because of the light, like an executioner.

Mu Wei was carrying a pot of new tea, and when he pushed the door, he saw this scene, and he was startled, and his legs were a little weak.

"Lady?" He let out a tentative cry.

The woman raised her eyes when she heard the voice, and her long narrow eyes were as black as a winter night.

Mu Wei lifted the teapot with trembling fingers: "Lady, I, I carried the tea." ”

Sensing his fear, Feng Nineteen put the inkstone back and explained, "Sharpening the knife calms me down." ”

Mu Weixian's face became even more unnatural, and his mouth didn't listen to his brain: "It's calmer not to kill, right?" ”

Feng Jiu glanced at him with some surprise, didn't deny it, and only said, "I have promised Master Qingyun that I will not kill anyone again." ”

Mu Wei was stunned.

Feng Jiu had already pulled out a smile and said, "And I'm a good person." ”

How can a good person kill someone?

Mu Wei didn't speak.

Feng Shijiu saw that his face was not very good, took the tea, and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?" ”

Mu Weixian's voice was a little low, he lowered his head slightly, and his mood seemed to be a little low: "Has the lady ever killed someone?" ”

The sharp knife had been put away at some point, Feng Nineteen: "What do you think?" ”

Mu Weixian felt that Feng Nineteen must be guilty.

He looked up and said with a look of trust: "I know, the lady is a good person." ”

"You're right." Feng Jiu smiled, raised his hand to touch his face, and said, "I'm a good person." ”

From now on, she is a good person.

Mu Weixian nodded with a look of trust, looking very innocent.

Feng Jiu stared at his clear, beautiful and moist eyes, the more she looked at it, the more she liked it, she sighed a little and said: "Good people always like good people, Mu Weixian, you have to be a good person too." ”

Mu Weixian blinked, as if he didn't understand what she meant, and said innocently: "I'm also a good person." ”

"Hmm." Feng Jiu said, "So I like you." ”

Mu Wei was stunned for a moment, and then smiled instantly, a little shy, but happy and whispered: "I also like the lady." ”

He lowered his head, seemed to be extremely shy, and suddenly ran away and said, "Lady, I'll go and get you some melons." ”

This was followed by the sound of the door being slammed shut and the footsteps running away.

After running for a long time, it was not until he reached the end of a row of houses that he confirmed that Feng Shijiu could no longer hear his footsteps, and Mu Weixian stopped.

He looked up, and the shyness and joy on his handsome and beautiful face were gone, replaced by a slightly expressionless face, and his clear eyes were dark, as if they were rolling in a storm.

Good?

Shh

Inside the house, Feng Shijiu stared at the swaying wooden door, his ugly face had no expression, only his eyes fluctuated a little.

Although Daifuku is dead, his body is intact, and it is obviously not the work of the killer.

Then there is only one possibility.