The sun is like fire, and the sun is three poles.

Fenghua was lying in the quilt, not to mention anything else, the bed in this palace was really big and soft enough, and Fenghua, who plunged into it, didn't even want to come out in this life.

In the satisfying sleep, there was a bustling voice in my ears, which changed from small to loud from far and near, and the noisy Fenghua who was dreaming was very unhappy.

The buzzing sound was like a bee, and it slapped it casually.

Syllable!

Well, this bee is so big.

Doubt?

This bee is a bit hot.

Cough!

This bee, still coughing?

Sleepy-eyed opened his eyes, and he faced a face blackened by anger, and his hand slapped on this black face, and slapped it twice, and then turned around and continued to sleep, before going to sleep, Fenghua still had a conscience to think about it.

Why is this face so familiar, has she ever seen it?

found that this little bastard woke up and slapped his face twice, Zhen Guogong's face was already very dark, and at this time it was almost black and scum. This stinky boy didn't dare to approach him, and this little thing actually slapped his old face twice.

For a while, Zhen Guogong's face was a little unbearable.

"Get up!" With a low roar, he directly grabbed the quilt wrapped around Fenghua's body, and was about to throw the person directly to the ground.

felt that the quilt was mercilessly abandoning itself like flowing water, and Fenghua in the coma struggled for a while, and let it go painfully.

Brush! ~

The quilt was thrown to the ground, and Zhen Guogong found that the white object on the bed was like a dough with an old face, and he was about to grab someone directly, but he saw that the dough seemed to have self-consciousness and grabbed a mattress under him, and then rolled from his eyes to the innermost part of the bed, winding himself into a cylinder.

"Puff ......" Zhen Guogong, who had been straining his face, laughed uncontrollably, reached out and rubbed his face, making himself return to a serious state again, and with a flash of fighting spirit in his hand, he grabbed Fenghua and the quilt around her, and after resisting on his shoulder, he turned the wheelchair with his other hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

The Mansion of the Northern Heavenly King, the main entrance hall.

On the left sat General Dugu, and behind him stood the weak Dugu Lianyi, a head hanging low, and he could no longer see the momentum of the lawless little overlord.

On the right sat three elders dressed in Confucian costumes, although they did not have a sharp aura on their bodies, they also had a momentum that was not angry but mighty.

Then, outside the hall, there was a sparse but straight person. They were dressed differently, but the only thing they had in common was that they were followed by a depressed, angry, or arrogant young man.

Carrying the people all the way, he returned to the hall again, sat in the center of the master's position, and looked at those people, Zhen Guogong slapped his hand on the table, except for the old general Dugu, everyone else was silent, and couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"Crazy old man, I am not afraid of you when others are afraid of you. We people are here to give an explanation, what are you doing when you come out with a quilt? Could it be that he was kicked out by Mrs. Hua? The old general Dugu curled his beard, it was a serious word, and it changed its flavor as he spoke.