"Ahh A scream came from Fenghua's mouth, he was already tortured by Shuai Yin and steamed buns, and after several unsuccessful efforts, now he was so frightened, the whole person shook, and the hand that was trying to tie the belt was untied. Thinking of the next scene, Fenghua couldn't help but wail in his heart, closed his eyes sadly and began to prepare to play dead, "It's over!" ”

Boom!

Although it fell, the terrible imaginary scene did not seem to happen.

With the fall of Fenghua, Shuai Yin flew out horizontally, and at the same time, there was a bright yellow embroidered dragon pattern but was smeared and a mess fell to the ground like petals, which was very inconspicuous and was ignored, and was trampled on twice. The person who stepped on his feet was just about to happen when the 'tragedy' was about to happen, and appeared magnificently in the posture of a celestial man and a savior-like posture - Mrs. Hua!

Just when the belt left Fenghua's waist, Mrs. Hua arrived, grabbed the handsome seal on the belt, and while protecting the handsome seal, she also tied the red silk to Fenghua's waist again, and directly woke up Fenghua, who pretended to be unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, it was a piece of cloth directly and spread over, and if Fenghua opened his eyes, he would find that this was the kind that cheap grandpa used to cover his legs. And after taking out the cloth, between covering Fenghua's face and body, Mrs. Hua hesitated to choose, and finally ripped off the cloak hanging on the tree, and wrapped Fenghua's whole person inside, not even a single hair was exposed.

Seemingly, the tragedy was stopped?

However, along with the belt is not only the handsome steamed bun and the elegance, but also a more important one, that is-the holy decree!

"Stinky boy, let's go overboard." In the cloak, pulling out Fenghua's head, Mrs. Hua resolutely did not give Fenghua a chance to fish in troubled waters.

"That...... Grandmother. Fenghua's eyes rolled, and a rather flattering smile appeared on the half of his face that was covered by his long hair, and his voice was extremely flattering.

"How dare you call me grandma?" Mrs. Hua's voice was extremely stern, but a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, just because no one dared to raise her head because of the long-standing prestige, and the guards around her who were angry and frightened became frightened.

"You, take a look down first." The voice was very careful, and Feng Hua tried to point to the position at Mrs. Hua's feet with his chin because his limbs were trapped.

"Huh?" Because Fenghua's movements were too weird, Mrs. Hua followed Fenghua's gaze downward.

At his feet, there was a yellow cloth that had been stained with water, the handwriting was blurred and ravaged by the leaves and soil, and there was no original shape and material, but it was very special. There are some familiar patterns embroidered on it, and there is a somewhat vague red clay mark at the end, which is very large, and it does not seem to be used by ordinary people, but it was stepped on by Mrs. Hua's two footprints and was a little blurry, and it was not real.

Mrs. Hua had a bad premonition, although this cloth was in tatters, why did it feel so familiar?

Trying to find two more familiar handwriting from the muddy water to identify what it was, taking advantage of such a bright time, Fenghua suddenly broke free from the cloak around his body, but Mrs. Hua still carried Fenghua's collar.