Will it be poisoned?

God is pitiful, if these people who come to the door to ask for explanations know that the psychological activity of this powerful Zhenguo Gong at this time is whether his grandson will be poisoned by too much gouache on his body, it is estimated that he will definitely spurt out a mouthful of old blood, and then die of anger.

Fenghua was also aware of this situation, and suddenly found that he seemed to be really applying too much, and a sip of tea was so unceremoniously sprayed out, the crystal water droplets were glowing with a blurry luster, and they emitted colorful light under the sunlight, which made people ignore that this was the little ancestor who squirted out of his mouth.

The grandfather and grandson looked at the cup with very focused expressions.

"Ahem." The old general Dugu over there couldn't stand it, he was very suspicious, if he didn't make a sound, the grandfather and grandson would be able to look at a cup and see the desolation, although he had inexplicably followed the cup twice before.

"What are you here for?" The two legs began to swing along the table, and from time to time he played with the handsome seal that made the old general Dugu coveted, and looked down very calmly.

"Little prince, I should ask what you did, right?" Because he was suppressed by the Duke of Zhenguo before, he saw Fenghua at this time, as if he had found himself again, and Lord Shangshu looked like a scheming man.

"Your Shangshu son claims to be a grandfather to Xiao Wang, so Xiao Wang naturally wants to tell him that Xiao Wang's identity is not just anyone who can claim to be a grandfather. Right? Fenghua raised his hand and fanned in front of Zhen Guogong's mouth that was accidentally burned before, and the tortured Lord Zhenguo Gong was happy and wanted to throw this kid into the pond to wash it well.

But what does he mean by that?

Kindness?

Zhen Guogong looked at Lord Shangshu's face, very unkind.

No matter how bad this little cub is, it is also the seed of Lao Tzu's son.

Dare to claim to be his grandfather, where is his old man's house?

A pair of tiger eyes nailed to Lord Shangshu's body, like that sharp knife, almost killing Lord Shangshu with his eyes.

"Then ......" Lord Shangshu felt cold behind him, it was obviously Fenghua's boy's fault, how could he become his own in a blink of an eye, wasn't it? This and this, although this thing is like this, it is not like this, it is clearly his son who suffers. It's obviously unreasonable, how did it get to that kid's mouth, it's all reason! This and this, this town and the prince, but he is really angry, what can I do?

Although the lion is old, the residual power is still there.

"You kid still dare to ask the teacher for sin? Go to the lord of the country with Lao Tzu and say, just a scholar, and I still want to be my Lao Tzu. I want Your Majesty to see what these civil servants under him are. His eyes took a deep look at Fenghua, Zhen Guogong's expression remained unchanged, his voice was cold in vain, and his eyes seemed to be full of inexhaustible killing intent.

The murderous aura that was almost condensed into substance burst out, and the horrified old general Dugu was all eyebrows jumping, and he secretly said that he was lucky in his heart. Fortunately, he didn't make a move with this old thing, although he was crippled over the years, his strength did not fall at all, but he pressed himself hard.

Thirteen years of dormancy is not silent, and now someone dares to touch his grandson, naturally at all costs.