Chapter Seventy-Two: Called Master Zu
The transparent crystal glass, which contains red wine as strange as blood, the slender but slightly pale fingers gently pinch the foot of the glass, and shake it gently, and then, the red wine glass is put to the lips, and the head is tilted. The Adam's apple rolls up and down, and the red wine in the glass is drunk.
When I saw Feng Mojiang before, I only felt that there was always a feeling of perseverance as iron, strong and serious, and unsmiling, but at this moment, only the word demon appeared in Ye Jiujiu's mind.
Only demons can drink so beautifully, right?
Feng Mo turned his head sideways to look at Ye Jiujiu, who was standing by the door and was stunned for a moment: "If you don't enter the door again, it will be more than eight o'clock." ”
Ye Jiujiu was shocked by Feng Mojiang's words, hurriedly entered the door, and closed the door: "Feng Mojiang...... Not ......"
Ye Jiujiu didn't know what to call Feng Mojiang, just call him by his name, it seems a little rude, after all, people are hundreds of years old.
Although he has also taught himself a lot of things, even more than his master, but, after all, she already has a master.
Feng Mojiang got up from the dark black sofa and stood in front of Ye Jiujiu: "What? ”
"Well, what should I call you?" Ye Jiujiu looked up at Feng Mojiang: "Call you by your name, I don't think it's respectful to you, it's not okay to call the master, I already have a master." ”
Regarding Ye Jiujiu's honorific title 'you', Feng Mojiang frowned lightly and didn't speak.
Ye Jiujiu thought for a moment, and then said: "However, I am also your apprentice and grandson, otherwise, I will call you Master Zu directly." ”
Ye Jiujiu praised his wit.
Isn't that the grandfather? The wind group was founded by him, and it is too suitable to call Master Shengzu.
Feng Mojiang's face suddenly became dark and heavy, and even the softness in his eyes when he saw Ye Jiujiu disappeared instantly, and his voice was deep and cold: "It seems that the training is too easy, so that you can still think of these messes." ”
Next, Ye Jiujiu knew what hell on earth was.
Where is this training, this is clearly abuse.
By the end of the four-hour training time, Ye Jiujiu was already tired, and she was reborn, both mentally and calmly far better than ordinary people, and at this moment, she still had the urge to scold.
Of course, after Ye Jiujiu, he never dared to mention the word grandpa again.
The training clothes had turned dark, Ye Jiujiu's fair little face was flushed, and the hair on her forehead stuck to her face, which made her complexion snow-white.
As soon as the training was over, Ye Jiujiu was tired and lay on the side, not even wanting to move a finger, originally just thinking about resting, but unconsciously, he fell asleep.
Feng Mojiang condescendingly looked at Ye Jiujiu, who was sleeping sweetly, sighed helplessly, bent over, and hugged Ye Jiujiu.
Feng Mo was tall and strong, and the sleeping Ye Jiujiu was in his arms, just like a well-behaved cat.
After carrying Ye Jiujiu back to her own room and putting her on the bed, Feng Mojiang was about to turn around and leave, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the already soaked training clothes on her body, frowned, turned around again, and put his hand on the training clothes, which gradually became dry.
Ye Jiujiu rolled over and continued to fall asleep.
Feng Mo simply sat on the chair next to Ye Jiujiu's bed, only such a distance is the most comfortable, the closer it is, the more comfortable.
Feng Mo will be a little distracted, his thin lips are pursed, do you regard him as the ancestor?