The sea breeze is sharp, refreshing and relaxing. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

It's a pity that the people in the Flying Fish Pavilion don't have that leisure and comfort, and feel this comfort.

The wind was chaotic, and the woman who was thundered inside and outside was scorched, only to recover her breath in the middle of the sound, and looked at Haimo Feng in disbelief and said, "Really? ”

Hai Mofeng didn't look at the woman when he heard this, and he didn't speak.

Just stretched out his hand slowly, slowly stroking the head of the fire, and the expression and posture revealed love and gentleness from the slightest demeanor.

There were no words, but the silent language had spoken too much.

The woman looked at the fire that was glaring at her fiercely in the arms of the climbing sea ink wind, and looked at the sea ink wind who was gently caressing the fire and understood.

Gritted his teeth and stood up at the moment: "In this case, I won't be the villain who destroys other people's feelings, I didn't mention it."

Young Sect Master, I wish you a harmonious family and a beautiful and happy forever. ”

With that, he swept towards the sea ink breeze, turned around and left quickly.

This woman is also a person who can afford to take it and put it down.

Hai Mofeng didn't hold back, only nodded lightly.

The wind blew lightly, and the Flying Fish Pavilion fell silent.

After Hai Mofeng watched the woman go away, he slowly lowered his head and locked his eyes on the fire in his arms, the gentle expression just now was not accepted, but the sharp knife under the gentleness began to float.

As soon as Huo'er saw it, he immediately laughed twice, turned around and wanted to slip away.

And Haimo Fengben's hand stroking Huo'er's head was retracted, and he grabbed Huo'er's neck.

From between his teeth, there was a supreme gentleness and indifference: "Dad? Huo'er, let's talk about when I gave birth to you with your mother. ”

Huo'er shuddered when she heard this, and immediately screamed towards Xuan'er's ambush: "Husband, help." ”

Xuan'er, who was hiding in the grass, saw that she couldn't hide it, so she straightened her clothes and stood up, and waved her hand at Hai Mofeng with a smile on her face: "Uncle Hai." ”

Hai Mofeng glanced sideways at Xuan'er who came out of the grass, and didn't speak while holding the fire.

Seeing this, Xuan'er stepped forward and hugged Huo'er, and Huo'er immediately paved Xuan'er's clothes.

But Haimofeng twisted the hand around its neck and just wouldn't accept it.

"Husband, save me." The fire screamed miserably.