Just when Fenghua felt as if he was dragging the wrong person, an extremely unfamiliar voice came from under the colored yarn hat, "Excuse me, where are you going to take me?" ”

"Huh?" I swear to God, this is the first time she has heard this voice.

What's going on?

This man is neither ink nor myrrh?

That...... Who did she pull out!

"Who are you?" Looking at this stranger who had run all the way by himself in a completely blank manner, Fenghua raised his hand and lifted the colored yarn hat on his head.

Just as the hat fell, his head was just exposed, and there was a slight shake under the colored veil.

Brush!

A little cold light flashed, straight to Fenghua's throat.

But Fenghua had already been prepared, and as soon as he bent down, he dodged over.

Want to hurt her?

Hum.

When I followed myself before, I didn't move at all, but if I moved.

Do you think she can't feel that murderous aura?

Bending back flexibly, Fenghua's upper body rotated, and the whole person circled around the trunk, but his legs seemed to be attached to the trunk, and then he turned like that.

Between the lightning and flint, Fenghua stood behind the man.

Although there was no weapon in his hand, the one-centimeter-long nail on his little finger fell to the man's neck, the major artery.

"You'd better not move." The man's body was clamped, and he was about to struggle, and Fenghua's nails pressed forward.

Originally, the nails looked very dirty, and she didn't like to keep them, and she didn't have the habit of those girls who liked to paint cardamom.

But, above ten fingers, this is an excellent means of killing.

Therefore, Fenghua still retains this habit.

"You're good." The man found that he was completely in passivity, and he no longer struggled, and his head, which was covered by the colored veil, did not move, but praised Fenghua.

"Thanks for the compliment." Hearing this, Fenghua raised his eyebrows slightly.

If she hadn't only felt the murderous self-preservation of this person's instinct before, he would have turned into a corpse long ago.

This person was dragged by mistake, and she is not the kind of perverted murderer.

People who won't hurt themselves, Fenghua won't do it yet.

"I dragged the wrong person, if you're okay, let's go." If you do something wrong, you have to have the courage to admit it, Fenghua is very well-behaved and sensible to admit his mistakes.

But the menacing nails didn't move.

As long as the person knows what's at stake, then it's okay to let it go.

It's a pity that Fenghua had the intention to let people go, but the man sighed leisurely, and then said to her, "But you, make my concubine cry, and you are scared." ”

"Concubine? Who is your concubine, who am I scared? Hearing this, Fenghua frowned in puzzlement.

She made a bunch of people cry, and that's true.

But what if she scared people out? What are you kidding, she is not myrrh, and she doesn't have that flowery face, who can stun her?

Wait, isn't it......

The thought in Fenghua's heart had just risen, and the man continued, "That's right, as you think. ”

"Chang taste, is it your concubine? She's married! I blinked my eyes, I couldn't figure it out, and Fenghua blinked twice!

The little chef lady who looks like a teenager with a round face.

Well, although she knew that the little cook's age was definitely over twenty, she had never heard of the thirteenth pavilion master getting married at such a young age.

Especially, this kind of concubine?