"Where is Yu Chuyao, where did Yu Chuyao go?" Seeing that the people in the drunken Weng Court were just looking at it coldly, and they didn't intend to answer themselves, Feng Caitian couldn't help but stop in place, and helplessly asked a little man who looked Sven, had fair skin, and was not very tall.

"No... No... I know" The little man's gaze was locked by Feng Caitian, and he stammered in horror.

"Don't know?" Feng Caitian furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him with a look of disbelieving.

Suddenly, the little man knelt on the ground with an ordinary voice, "Girl, girl, I really don't know where Miss Yu Chuyao went, but Uncle Zhang should know." ”

The little man said in horror as he looked at a middle-aged man behind Feng Caitian.

Feng Caitian didn't know when she was so scary, but when she thought of Yu Chuyao's mistake, she didn't bother to explain, tilted her head slightly, and followed the little man's gaze to find Uncle Zhang in his mouth.

"You're Uncle Zhang?" Feng Caitian asked softly.

"Exactly!" The middle-aged man straightened his waist expressionlessly and said in a deep voice.

"Then do you know where Yu Yang and Yu Chuyao went?"

"Yes, but what are you looking for from them?" The man asked expressionlessly, only this time there was a hint of anger in his slightly cloudy eyes.

Probably a little annoyed that Feng Caitian called the elder by his name, Feng Caitian was a little puzzled, but he quickly chose to ignore it. What about anger, hum...

If you have the ability, come and beat me!

Feng Caitian glanced back at him arrogantly, "Where are they?" ”

It's just that the middle-aged man didn't answer, but after glancing at her with disdain, he said indifferently, "No comment!" ”

Suddenly, Feng Caitian smiled!

"I like people with backbone, give you a big gift!" Feng Caitian exclaimed, his hand was raised slightly, and a faint spiritual power approached the middle-aged man's door.

The middle-aged man's face sank, probably because he didn't expect Feng Caitian to make a move, but his own strength was not weak, although he was stunned for a moment when Feng Caitian made a move, but when he felt that the strength was so weak that it was about the same level of spiritual power as a spiritual man, the middle-aged man waved his hand casually, and easily dissolved the spiritual power wind blade attacked by Feng Caitian.

Then, the middle-aged man sneered even more disdainfully, "Carving insect skills!" ”

looked very disdainful, but in the next second, the middle-aged man's pupils shrank and his eyes widened.

How could it be, how could it be?

At this time, Feng Caitian was in a good mood and admonished, "If you underestimate the enemy, you will often die miserably!" ”

"Hmph, so what, even if you keep an eye on me, I won't tell you!" The middle-aged man snorted angrily and annoyedly.

Feng Caitian sighed regretfully, "Why can't you learn well?" Haven't you heard of it, knowing the times as a handsome? ”

The middle-aged man raised his head proudly, his nostrils turned to the sky, looked at Feng Caitian with contempt and hummed, "I've only heard that the poor can't move, and the mighty can't bend!" I would never bow my head like you, a wicked woman! ”

"Huh, huh?" Feng Caitian was not angry or annoyed, and chuckled.

"Of course," the middle-aged man raised his chin and said righteously.

Feng Caitian nodded, and suddenly stared directly at the middle-aged man, a pair of bright and bright eyes became deep, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and his voice was full of demagogic charm.